I feel so privileged to live in this country – I just wanted to write this. I know the country is not perfect and yes I do believe that my privilege has been on the backs of the original inhabitants of this land. How do Aboriginal people, in any country, celebrate the day that marks the beginning of their culture being stolen? Perhaps it is the beginning of genocide. I remember when I learned the meaning of the word genocide. I think I was 16 years old and the ramifications of naming the horrifying unspeakable meaning of the word set me quivering.

So I made two Pavlovas today. Normally I do nothing to ‘celebrate’ the day and kind of mourn the day away with a sense of deep despair for history. We were invited to friends today, for a bbq, and asked to bring Pavlova.

We had a lovely time, sometimes in passionate argument. The best part of arguing has to be the passion, don’t you think? And … silence is collusion, so I reaffirm my intention to always speak out. May Australia always allow us to do this with ease …


Harmonising …

January 17, 2010

As the next decade of calendar time begins I’ve been thinking about harmony. I like the sound of the word ‘harmony’. I even considered the word as a name for one of my babies. Harmony sings …

How do I engage with the complexities of my life harmoniously? I’ve come up with an answer  …  harmonising. Perhaps this verb is similar to organising but this is something more and slightly different. In my meaning the word relates to ‘flow’ psychology from the work of Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi.  I have ideas on a way to create and design a harmonising product to at least assist me and perhaps others.

Life themes will be the key. Other themes for harmonising include: continuum thinking, creative thinking, metaphor, movement language, dreams and imagining. These are the few ideas resting in my mind now. Harmonising is about movement … peace making, balancing, flowing, co-existing, creating, acheiving and relaxing.

Harmonising is not about reaching goals but more about enjoying and living dreams … as in the journey is the destination.

This evening Gabriella and Finn put up the Christmas tree. They did this while I swam at Balmoral in the salty water that seemed extra buoyant and silky smooth. The tree looks a bit hotpotch and lopsided with strands of beads tangled and clumpy instead of even and uniform. What do I expect from a 5 year old and 8 year old?

Mum and Dad visited today and I’m enjoying my life immensely. I seem to have learned the art of interpeting the phenomena and experience of my life in ways that are endearing to me and make me smile.

From the florist I bought bright orange gerbras and bright yellow sunflowers and placed them together, long-stemmed in a glass vase. They are exquisite and bring me lots of joy – they are symbols of the untold varied beauty of our amazing uncontrollable world!

Today I walked on the beach. Balmoral Beach here in Sydney. The water felt warm and the sky a never ending blue. The clouds were all on strike I think. I sat on an olive green bench at the Eastern end of Balmoral Beach. I read two chapters of  ‘The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie’ by Alan Bradley. This is the book chosen to be read this month by my book club. Next to me an elderly couple had set up a picnic outside of their small camper van.  These moments today were bliss and I’m very grateful for them. The elderly woman of the couple wore a bright bright orange swimsuit. She ran down to the water and without any hesitation glided gracefully in. A dog joined her for the swim.

I can still feel the sand between my toes and it is after 10.00 pm. I have visited my dear friend in hospital, the sand and salt came with me. I am so tired, and I long to curl up into bed with the book I started. I’ll just rinse my toes … night night