Diary

The full zine, written out (So you can find it, read it on a screen reader, or search it later.)…

Beautiful friends, I want to be honest with you. I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write. Forgotten how to tell you things. I’ve been changing and healing and evolving so much, and it feels like the communication lines have been cut somewhere deep in my soil. But the page and this penpal connection of ours has […]

My loves, Last time I wrote to you long, diary-style… we’d just moved back to Canberra. Today, I want to share with you all the joys & good things that we’ve been doing since we moved back. It’s been 8 months since we moved back to Canberra, and I swear we’ve done more than we […]

Blossums, A moment from my art journal… and a message if you’re in the dark, uncomfortable, messy middle right now! Love, light & gentleness, FREE GOODIES: Newsletter with absoloodely everything I create Weekly love letters Podcast: Leonie Dawson Refuses To Be Categorised A library of free treasures BOOKS: My Brilliant Year workbooks for 2023 & […]

My beloved bubble tea joint gets a wee bit too close to the riverfront. Blossoms, A lot happening in this part of my world. Feeling a bit full in my head, so I thought I’d plop it all out here. We’ve been going through torrential rain and flooding for the last week. For a few […]

Dearest penpals, My loves! How are you? It feels like it’s been a long while since I wrote an ole fashioned blog post. And I’ve got other bigger, more official ones to write and share… but I feel like I can’t do it until I empty out my backpack here. So. I’m back from two […]

Dearests, It’s gotten to that time of the school year where there are two weeks to go and I feel less like my usual fuck yeah flying free eagle: and more like this bedraggled, henpecked chook: My adrenals are kind of fucked. I’m forgetting shit and losing my shit, my kids are starting to scrape bottoms […]

Dearests, Gather round my loves! It’s story time with Leonie! So… I’ve never taken illicit substances before, including cannabis. I’ve always sort of felt like my brain is already a bit wonky in its own glorious way, and I don’t want to mess with the miracles of that chemistry. But sometimes in my encroaching middle […]