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Arterial road

My little reflection on Punt Road was published today by The Punt Road Project. That's a treat. The project has been collecting stories, musing, ragings and reflections on that big north-south road which plays such a part in Melbourne's life. 


The famous clock on the silo, 'high on the hill...'






I gave it a bit of a push too:


Here's the text:

 Punt Road is not just a major arterial. For a time, it was for me a lifeline to my mind, an artery to my heart. It got my blood pumping, my mind whirring, my heart singing.

I lived a decade in the north, but each month crossed town for a southside bookclub, born of bayside friends. I had one baby, and then another, and Punt Road was my escape route from the intimate, beautiful yet terrifying world of full time parenting.

Words swam as I shifted gears down the multi lane, glistening dark road. Across town, across grid. The rhythm of road and drums, bass beat, music loud, my hands drumming on the steering wheel, I swept across a world to read between the lines.

That highway was a bridge, a way out, a conduit to reconnect with the world of words, the spaces of the mind, the things beyond reality. That arterial road gave me a blood transfusion, with its pumping streams, and even with its blockages. It promised me more. Punt Road, you saved my sanity!
For more reflections and stories see Punt Road Project 

Here is Kylie Northover's story in The Age which first put me onto this project.





















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