Poetry by Gwen Leane - From Another World

A little video about my love of gaming even though don't consider myself overly good at it.

Just a little story about when I went to a writer's course as a teenager and how it shaped my rebellious ideas of heroines. XD

What can make a male hero truly compelling? When my sister asked me a question about Hawks, I found myself pondering the responsibility in masculinity within fiction.

It has been a really long time since I ventured into the world of The Dynasty of Earth and Stars. A few weeks ago, I woke up from a dream... As I lay in bed, in the darkness of my bedroom, I pondered the odd feeling I was having and then I realised what it was - Homesickness. I was feeling homesick. Homesick for an entirely imaginary world of my own creation.

I feel like a completely different person than who I was this time last year. For such a long time I tried to force myself to find a community, to fit in, to go to a church, to find friends, to meet 'The One' - or even 'The Group' - and I was met with a wall. Pain. Just pain. No matter what I did, or how I did it, I could not move pass that wall. So I gave up. I told God that I was throwing all that at his feet and it was his problem to deal with. I couldn't take it anymo

Come on an Adventure with Tea as she explores Faerûn in the wonderous game that is Baldur's Gate 3. Basically let's just relax when pain get's to much. ^_^

What does it mean to discover God-given creativity? Or to uncover purpose later-in-life - Nana Gwen tells us about her personal journey...

Tea & Whiskers first little pocketbooks 'Tiny Acts of Discipline' are available now in our brand new online Bookshop. As you may recall, a couple of months ago I mentioned that I was debating about going back to the Pain Clinic. Well, I did end up going back for that first workshop and...it...didn't go great.

For Christmas I was gifted a PS5 thank to several members of my family and my Personal Trainer, Ben. (Hi Ben! Thank you!!) Encase it isn't obvious to anyone, I love gaming. I've never considered myself particularly good at it, but it brings me a great deal of joy and satisfaction. I consider games to be another way of telling and receiving stories in our ever evolving human experience.

A reflection by Nana Gwen on the phrase ‘no longer’ and how faith in Christ transforms our lives from darkness, slavery, and striving into freedom and light.

I am working on something - really - I am...

“A good cook should be able to use whatever ingredients are to hand and make a feast fit for a king.” That was my sister Doris's motto, acquired by her stint as a Defence Force Cook. Doris had undertaken to teach me how to cook. Teaching me to cook left her frustrated and me feeling like an Emu trying to be a swan.

A family of four, Dad, son, Mum and daughter, strode along the jetty into the setting sun. There was a purpose in their stride and the set of their shoulders. Father and son marched ahead, while mother and daughter brought up the rear. All were laden with crab-nets, fishing rods, buckets of food, bait and bags.

A reflection on mosaic art, broken pieces, and how God’s love restores what feels rejected, inspired by creativity, faith, and a life of service.

This Thursday, Nana Gwen reflects on religious stereotypes, tradition and the false images of God by using Jesus and the Gospels as our lens.

Maybe the internet hates everything. I don’t. A ramble about Star Wars, Avatar, He-Man, nostalgia, and letting people enjoy stories again.

A Photo Essay by Gwen Leane

A few weeks ago, I was asleep, and I presume I was in a deep sleep at about 2am in the morning. Suddenly, I woke up, and I sat up. Charcoal tumbled off me. It had hit me, the plotline of a novel inside a world that I had been sitting on for over a decade.

It’s still very clear in my mind, the day I walked into the Pain Clinic at Flinders. I was in my early twenties, and I immediately felt unsettled. The walls were rotting and peeling, and I felt squished and oppressed from the low ceilings and tight spaces. It was as though everything about the corridors and waiting area was designed to be as uncomfortable as some post-modernist Foucauldian institution.