Tonight I received an email from Trevor, saying that there is only 6 of us, putting work in the exhibition, and that they only really have the promise of 12 pieces? Now, I’ve promised and given dimensions for 5 pieces. I was under the impression that the shadowmaster had 5 also. I add that up to 10. but they ( admin are asking for a committment of 15…….apathy is rife ??? In my understanding, this didn’t have to just be artwork, it could be poems, statues. Cake decorating…Just a contribution to show that we are not mindless morons venting on the computer. Indi ???? Are you going to contribute? I would be interested to see your art. It can be left anonymously if that is what is putting people off. c’mon everyone , they have the wall space, I feel my 5 pieces is enough on my part, because it is not about me, its a group effort, its the nook exhbition. Email Trevor and let him know what you will contribute, even if its only a couple of peices, it will show how diverse we all are.
A poem by Naomi Shihab-Nye
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness
With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion and cloth
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats
It doesn’t need you to hold it down
It doesn’t need anything
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to
You are happy either way
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy
Everything has a life of its own
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches
and love even the floor which needs to be swept
the soiled linens and scratched records …..
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.
“Let the beauty we love be what we do.” Rumi
O.k. I hate whinging. Big time. But someones gotta do it, so today its my turn. Now I do hold the thought that if youre going to whinge, you should have constructive critisicm to follow alongside it. So, I’ve mulled my whinge over and over, and over, mind you, many times, and I’m ready to share. I’ve been living in my fair city for quite a while. And so have seen lots of changes, as you do. I’ve seen families move in and families move out. And now I notice the once lovely family home down on the corner, or the well manicured place that the quiet man lived in, well, they are all rented out, and they are unloved to say the least. And I shrug and say, well, if people who rent are’nt house proud and don’t do the garden, thats there perogative. But, when the hedges start hanging way way over the footpath, and daisy bushes turn into big sloppy messes, and when you cant fit the dog and you side by side on the foot path, or worse you get whipped with wet branches, thats when I go……..grumble, grumble.!! So my solution is……And its a good one, its a way council can make more money, they’d make so much money they could drop our rates. I think they could fine the rental agents if the boundaries are overgrown. Like c’mon, someone has to be responsible. ???? The houses would look neat and tidy again. I can walk the foot path and not have to resort to single file as you pass someone.
I love finding things unexpectedly, when I’m not looking to find them. So I had to share the fact that due to the post on Colour, I was steered to googling the works of jenny joseph and in particualar her poem warned. So thanks from moi, as I enjoyed her work immensely. Does anyone know of anyone else, who is worth a google???
Well at the instigation of the shadowmaster, a few Nooksters met on saturday arvo at the gulf station in Yarra Glen,which is an old farm complete with farm house, out house, bath house, sheds, more sheds…..school house and a shearing shed. I packed a picnic, and asked a friend who was at a loose end, to come for a drive. Top Day ! Educational, scenic, and stress relieving. My friend flawed me, when she had no idea what a furphy was. Or a coolgardie safe ( hey guys I’m really not that old, um, I guess I just loved Australian history) Hadn’t seen a draught horse since the milky used to come, so that was a lovely sight to see, and I learnt that it is called wall eye when the horses eye is pale blue in colour.
We mosied on over to meet the nooksters. And played with a few ideas for the NOOKS exhbition. If, everyone on the nook contributes, it would be a good thing. It is quite casual- no hard and fast rules. Things dont have to be framed, and it can be art work, or prose, or whatever….Maybe a topiery bush, that youve sculptered. But I for one, would urge some of you to come out of your comfort zones ( I did) and help put this thing together.We discussed the idea that we would exhibit under our nook persona. Trev is saying yes to pretty much anything that is suggested. With the leader allowing us the use of hanging space at their blackburn office. If people wanted to stay anonymous, work could be delivered there a week prior. ( Date is to be put to a nook vote) So it has the possibility of being something special to be a part of. Anybody
interested??………hhmm, someone posted beautiful looking cup cakes somewhere on the nook, we could have some of those on a pedestal !!!
A while back, I was told about an amazing crypt, grave whatever you want to call it at the kew cemetary. It is the most awesome thing I think I’ve seen in a cemetary, and to think it’s here in kew and not from some fantastic place overseas. My photos of course dont do it justice. The story that I was told was so romantic. Legend has it that a rich girl was wooed into marriage by the gardener. They married on the 26th day of january, she fell pregnant and she died in child birth on the 26th day of january. Story goes, he wanted to show how much he loved her, and the locals had said that he married her for her money, so he spent every cent he had on building her the most fantastic resting place, with Red leadlight roof, and angels tending her needs, He placed seats around the outside so that he may sit day in and day out. Well the Historical society quickly quashed all romantic notion from my head. She had studied at melbourne uni and was a dr. (Cant remember if he was one too). She had 3 children, and died in childbirth with the 3rd. But- he did build this fantastic monument to her. They did marry on the 26th of jan, and she did die on the 26th of jan, but she was reburied on the 26th of jan after the monument was finished. surrounding this place is beautiful words, that he has had a stonemason etch into pavers. The rose of the leadlight shines down on the angels giving them almost a look like they are alive. It is the most fantastic place to see, and the only sad part about it, is that vandals have smashed off the gilded lily that she carried. Lets know if you get to visit !!
Reading in the local paper, during the week, a story caught my eye, and it was about a laughter group that meets sunday mornings in a local park. I like to live outside the square occasionally, I’m up for it. So along I went……..what a hoot !!
We were advised to let our inhibitions go, and were told that our bodies released chemicals into our systems when we laughed, and that it didn’t know the difference between a fake laugh and a real laugh. I cant begin to explain the morning, I know we all laughed harder when people walking past, walked just that bit quicker, past us, with worried looks on their faces. It was a fun 3/4 of an hour, and I did feel energised on leaving the group. It finished up with a quiet meditation where we imagined weaving ribbons of love and peace around the world. A nice start to a sunday, I think. And on reflection, Lyn the lady that took the class, does this voluntarily. The morning was free, and she does it, I’m assuming because she is passionate about the laughter club. A selfless person.
I’m sure my friends will think me nuts, when I tell them I went and stood in a breezy ol park on a sunday morning with 12 strangers and laughed along with acting out strange antics for a period of time. Laughed all the harder when one lady got the snorts…….mmmmmm, lifes not dull you know.
My mother brought me up with the lesson- dont discuss politics, religion and dirty jokes in mixed company. So there, Lesssons run hard and stay with you. And as much as I hate politics, I suppose it is an evil neccesity. But ! I say But, how did you become the label that you are?? ( and may I borrow this from lady chaos- labels are for jam jars) Did your father and his father and his fathers father vote labour, and its a bit like barracking for Richmond, is it just your team??? Or can you tell me what your party stands for. Or maybe youre a swinging voter?? what made your mind up……..i’m already smiling, predicting that wet blanket may well vote for family first, and the granary may well be a greenie.
I have a day off work…..and I’m procrastinating ( i’m the queen of that). I have soooooooo many things that I want to do, and I’m trying to prioratise the want to’s from the should dos to the have tos. And then I remembered this and now I’m friggin around on the computer, putting off everything…….!!!
Imagine, there is a bank, that credits your account eash morning with $86400.00. It carries over no balance from day to day. Each evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.
What would you do?
Draw out every cent of course!
Eash of us has such a bank, its name is Time. every morning it credits you with 86400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost, whatever part of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you, each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the days deposit the loss is yours. There is no going back and there is no drawing against. You must live in the present on todays deposit.
Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in Health, happiness and success.
The clock is running, so make the most of today.
Well they say knowledge is power, I’m living proof to dispute that. You see myself and my workmate, decided to join our favorite radio stations footy tipping. Just to liven up the week of course. Now you may have guessed by now that I barrack for collingwood….I do……..yay collingwood…there, I belong. I know nathan buckley is captain,( and my budgies name) and I know he has a crook, somethingand is not playing. But, mmmmmmmmm, thats about it. My workmate barracks for essendon, yay essendon! but thats about all she knows. So we have a great time, picking our selection, we discuss the wet. we discuss injuries, we discuss, who won most last year ( they give a guide, that we dont really take attention of)
Well go figure, we are 3rd out of 542 people. What a laugh, were equal 2nd really except for our margin whatever that is( I just know it as a red line I used to rule down the page in primary school)
Hubby has advised me to barrack with my heart and vote with my head. NOT !! He stares at me incredulously on anzac day when the pies won, and I announced we’d taken them in the tipping, he told me, no one would have picked the pies ! We did, I replied. He just shakes his head. He does that alot. Especially yesterday when I told him we had got 7 again this week.
One of the other girls at work is in the same tipping thing but doing it from home. She shakes her head at us too. she tried to tell me that collingwood, just shouldn’t have won, with all their injuries. I said, pet, I said dear…dont try and educate me. They say the winners are always someone who knows nothing about football. And by the way at number 450 you just cant begin to give us advise. But she kept on and on, trying to give me a crash course in why and who will win this next coming week……….I just put my hands over my ears and sung lah,lah, lah, lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . You know, I’ve even stopped watching street talk on the footy show, in case it jinxes me. You know, I never realised how much fun footy can be.
