be·ing (bē′ĭng) n. 1. The state or quality of having existence.

I am… what? What am I? I am a being, I am a living thing, I have life. I am existing…for now. And then I will no longer exist. Except in the memories of the people who knew me, perhaps.

And here, in this blog. My nature, my essence, my personality, my being will hopefully continue after I no longer have a conscious or tangible existence.

Although really, the essence of this blog is not about me. It is about others. Stories of places and people and food. But it is my thoughts of these that will hopefully come through.

But who am I?

I am Jo Skuse. I am privileged to be born in Australia. I grew up on a farm. I am a white female from convict stock…Irish, British and others probably in the mix.

I still work on a farm, of sorts, an urban farm that teaches people about food and sustainable life choices. I studied anthropology as a mature student and did quite well.

I am a wife, a mother, a sister, an auntie, a daughter, a grandmother. I am strong and fit. I am passionate about the fact we are all born equal and hate any sense of inequality. I am a feminist. If you push me, for any reason, I will fight not run.

I like people and people’s stories. I like the diverse way people have chosen to live on this Earth. I like seeing places where nature has taken over the built environment. I find it, weirdly, a positive experience and a reminder of the shortness of life and how we must make the most of the time we have.

Please enjoy this collection of stories from places I have visited, ordinary people I have met, food I have enjoyed, and the occasional exploration of random ideas.