Protectors of the Street

Do you ever stand up, politely excuse yourself from life, lie down in the shade somewhere and simply look? It’s such an innocent pleasure, yet one that is not nearly done enough. Lieing on the cool grass, feeling the breeze against your hot skin, and just watching. A vast canopy of different shades of greens and browns, sheltering you from the drudgery of life. And not just you. The birds, tiring from their ventures in the sky, take a moment to rest in the branches. Mother possums, with their babies clutching firmly to their backs, waiting until the cool of night. All seeking refuge like you.

Lining the streets and backyards of suburbia, you see them all firmly rooted in the ground. And it occurs to you that they look like old men, wise beyond their years. They do not care for the trivialities that concern the average living thing. They are there purely to exist. They do not try to help the animals that seek refuge beneath the shade. But nor do they push them away. They are like a family, always ready, arms open.

And yet, looking at them, it strikes you how fragile they really are. Ignorant things. One strike, one blow, one douse of poison and it’s over. 50, 60, 70 years, chopped down and destroyed in a matter of minutes. The branches turned into mulch, the animals scurrying. They give so much, and yet we take, we destroy.

So get up! Step away from the computer, and give those hard working fingers a stretch. Go outside. Lie down under your favourite tree. Put away the phone, and just look. Watch the clouds through the branches, and the bickering of the wattle birds. It’ll be five minutes well spent, I promise.

Easter!

family

religion

Christ

eggs

holiday

food

beach

friends

drive

fly

cross

Church

work

drink

outside

inside

craft

celebrations

remorse

Lent

memories

Carnivale

chocolate

forgetting

connecting

planting

watching

caring

participating

Red Tulip

 

Getting The Balance

Sixty minutes of stretches and poses, all focussed on getting your little engine up and running again. Downward dog, swan dives and back twists – a surge of energy vibrates through your body. Feling the stresses of the week leak out from the tips of your toes, you welcome the humming pain in your legs as you hear your muscles sing. And now something for the soul – music! The perfect soundtrack to this rejuvenation should have you soaring into Warrior Pose in no time. A little meditation for the mind at the end and you’re done! You leave with a smile on your face and your whole body tingling with the contagious feeling of life.

My Time in Europe

Over the holidays, I did as the celebrities do and spent Christmas in Paris. As much as I hate to stick by the cliches, it was absolutely, take-your-breath-away amazing.

I went with my Mum, who has never really traveled before. So, with her in tow, we navigated to our apartment in Paris where my two elder sisters were soon to meet us.

Versailles, The Marais, the aimless wandering and yes, the food!



 

We also headed over to London for a bit, to spend time with my sister and her boyfriend. They live on the Heath, which is just about the most beautiful place I have ever spent 3 hours walking around in! We shopped, we ate, we talked, and we welcomed in the New Year with a glass or three of wine.

War Pigeons

Did You Know…

During World War I, the British Army employed over 20, 000 homing pigeons and 370 handlers in order to communicate messages from the front line.

In France, a pigeon named Cher Ami was awarded a medal for his heroic service in delivering 12 important messages, despite having been very badly injured.

During World War II, 32 pigeons received the Dicken Medal for their bravery. In places such as Holland and France, hundreds of pigeons were actually airdropped into areas where they were needed, in order to save them traveling hundreds of miles to the nesting post.

Back in Australia, there were two pigeon post companies operating just between Australia’s Great Barrier Island and the New Zealand mainland alone. They even had their own stamps, triangular stamps 😉

Cool story brew?

Tagines

The smells and tastes of exotic and long-sought for places, created right within your kitchen. These little babies are about more than the end product. Gathering the ingredients fresh from the markets, slowly adding them to the fruitful pot, then allowing the juices and flavours to simmer and combine within the steam. This clay dome typifies the Morrocan way of life. It’s about people, good food and time, the coming together to share and contribute to this experience that has surpassed the ages. As you let the dish slowly manifest, you can relax, and enjoy the knowledge of things to come. When the time is right, let the flavour and aromas transport you. It’s almost too much.

Blogging According To Kent Nerburn

I look upon blogging as a way to connect, but not as a way to broadcast my own personal life. It is a small portal through which ideas and thoughts about life can pass between good people, and that’s what I want it to be. I’ve long been a proponent of the wise saying of a famous wizard: “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.” I am a writer; my self is in my writings, but my writings are not the sum of my self. If my thoughts are of value, then I’m humbled and honored that folks would give me their time. But I have every intention of remaining behind the curtain. The world needs more Robert Redfords and Meryl Streeps and fewer Britney Spears and J-Lo’s. In terms of celebrity status, I am but a mouse among such elephants, but the issue is the same: our gift is what we create, not the lives we live.

via Slogging and blogging, and a vote for Robert Redford over Britney Spears « Kent Nerburn.

As someone who likes to write things, this post I just discovered, written by the extraordinary Kent Nerburn, really struck a chord with me.

For so many bloggers, the questions of what to write and how much of yourself to include in your musings is a well-trodden one. Is it better to be intimate and casual, or formal and well-articulated? Should I talk about my life and the events that go on in it, or more about my thoughts and ponderings on the world around me?

I’m still struggling to find a balance between the two. While I like to include a certain amount of myself as a person (for me, that’s what enables one to relate to a blog and blogger), I also don’t wish for the space I have created to become one in which I talk all about myself (a second Facebook, so to speak). Ultimately, I want to offer food for thought. I want to watch what goes on in my life, look at the things around me, talk to the people that come and go through it and think. After all of this, I write. Of course, there are moments when I need to vent, when I wish to share a really special moment in my life, or just take a minute to cherish the smaller, often overlooked, things in life. This blog offers me a space to practice the art of writing, and to experiment.

Nerburn also comments on email and the internet, and how it is creating an artificial and less intimate form of human interaction:

You must remember that there is a false, or, at least, artificial, intimacy created by email and the internet. Who among us has not gotten into trouble by writing too much, or too quickly, or with too much emotion when something or someone raised our hackles or fantasies? This sort of immediate response potential takes away the reflective, considered nature of a well-thought out letter, and it takes away the real, human interaction of either a phone call or, better yet, a face-to-face meeting.

A friend of mine who is the best businessman I know simply will not use email and eschews phone calls in favor of direct meetings. It seems like a throwback way to do business, but I see the wisdom of his approach.

Last year, I actually did a unit discussing communication (oh the irony), and it was really interesting to think about the different connotations and uses people place upon the array of mediums available to us. My tutor asked the class a number of questions, including whether they prefer texting or calling, facebooking or emailing etc. Listening to their answers, the large assortment of possibilities and interpretations that surround different forms of communication became clear to me. Some thought email was outdated. Others admitted that, while they preferred voice calls with some of their contacts, for others they opted for text messages. Because of our seemingly constant availability and contact with the world through all of these devices, it proves to be somewhat hard to escape. How many times have you been reprimanded for not answering the phone when work comes a-calling?

As a last thought, I have read that some people who disable their account on the global medium of Facebook for whatever reason find that they become somewhat cut off from the world surrounding them. Because society has become so dependent on the medium, it proves difficult to live and communicate without it. Rather than Facebook being a tool for society, it has, in a way, become a society.

Thoughts?

Figuring Friends…

As the years add up and we each grow and change as individuals, it is only natural that we will drift and move away from some of those once considered dearest to us. Whether it be a conscious decision to eliminate relationships we perceive as harmful to us, or perhaps just a drifting apart in ideals and practices, it is to be expected that some friendships may end. We gain new people in our lives, we lose others. In fact, many Eastern philosophies and religions are based around this notion of interconnectedness and ‘give and take’ so to speak.

Which is why I think knowing oneself and figuring out what one really wants from life is so essential to being happy and discovering who you wish to include on your journey. Two years ago, I was a yes. I said yes to all invitations, determined to make the most of my new found freedom as a first-year University student, and to make as many friends as possible. While I had a fantastic time doing it, and have many worthwhile and cherished friendships to show for it, nowadays, I’m learning to say no. For example, I don’t necessarily like going out clubbing. Going out, spending $100 on alcohol and finishing the night with my head in a toilet bowl is not my idea of fun…anymore. As a full-time student, I find I can’t do it economically, and I would much rather spend my hard earned dollars on things I will cherish more and, lets be honest, remember the next day. Things such as traveling, talking to people, experiencing new things and meeting new people – it is these things that are important to me at this moment in my life. While I still occasionally go out and have a big night, I much prefer going to friends’ houses, barbeques down by the river, and the occasional crazy (but cheap!) uni party.

I have few regrets in my life so far, but one big one is temporarily losing contact with some of my dearest school friends. As I explored the wonderful terrain of University life, I forgot to cherish those that were once closest to me. I still had a lot in common with them, but I suppose I just took them for granted. As my starry-eyed self witnessed bigger and better things, I pushed my old friends to the background. I’m sure many people can relate. Fortunately, I recognised this loss before too much harm was done, and am slowly amending ties. It really all comes down to time, and, as cliche as it sounds, time is the biggest gift you can give a person.

I’m still figuring out who is important in my life. As much as I hate it, I find it simply comes down to this-deciding who is important to you, and making time for those people. I have many others I consider friends, but one or both of us simply don’t have the time or enough dedication to develop these relationships further. And, as I’m slowly finding out, that’s okay. You don’t have to be best friends with everyone 🙂

A quote from one of my favourite movies Waking Ned Devine (directed by Kirk Jones) sums this up pretty well. For reasons you, dear reader, will have to find out for yourself, Michael O’Sullivan is faking his own funeral, and turns out to be present at this speech. Spoken by Michael’s best friend, Jackie O’Shea, here we go:

“Michael O’Sullivan was my great friend. But I don’t ever remember telling him that. The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who is dead. What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front and hear what was said, maybe say a few things yourself. Michael and I grew old together. But at times, when we laughed, we grew young. If he was here now, if he could hear what I say, I’d congratulate him on being a great man, and thank him for being a friend.”

Go and tell your friend how you really feel about them! Do it now, and do it for Ned 😉

Snapping South East Asia

Asia. The very word evokes the essential travel-guide images of paradise-worthy beaches, bustling markets and as much seafood you could possibly want. But during the month that I was there, I found that this little neck of the world was about more than these things. While the beaches were a welcome bonus, it was the people that called these places their home that truly struck me as beautiful. Their smiles, their undying sense of humour and the dignity with which they live their lives even in less than ideal situations is something to aspire to. Their culture may differ from ours, but I believe that, if upon your travels, you look hard enough and make that effort to abolish judgememnts and pre-conceived notions of what is right and wrong, then you will truly get the essence of the place that is gracious enough to let you be its guest.

 

In Cambodia and Thailand, while their were some cultural shocks (such as the amount of litter that invaded every public space, as well as the number of Western men courting young Asian ladies-fondly doted ‘Top Decks’ by The Boy), there were also some beautiful moments and beautiful people. Even the hostels which we stayed at, the owners were so gracious and so welcoming that it truly felt like a second home. Meeting other travellers, having barbeques on the near-deserted beaches and playing frisbee with the local kids – it is these experiences that I treaure most from this trip. Hopefully the photos below do the place some justice 😉 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh The Faces

Today, when my English essay just got to be a little too much muchness and I started people-watching out of the library window, I got thinking. I got thinking about people, funny enough. How many of us are there? 12, 12.5 billion? That’s a lotta faces! And a lot of mouths and a lot of lives and a lot of stories.

And then I got thinking some more. Of all those lives and stories and mouths and faces, I sure am limiting myself in the number of people I talk to on a daily basis. People I know, and genuinely listen to. No, this doesn’t include the coffee-shop girl who asks how I am and then I ask how she is and then we both temporarily bond about how tired we are and how amazing coffee is (not to talk-down the merits of coffee by any means. Coffee is what keeps me going). No, I’m talking about something more.

So many times throughout the day, I catch myself talking to someone and thinking about something else. Thinking about my next tutorial, or my next assignment due, whether I have sent that letter yet or what time I’m working tomorrow. Albeit the people I treasure most, rarely do I sit down and share a good 15 minute long conversation with someone, just listening. Listening to what’s going on in their lives, what’s troubling them and what their thoughts are. When things are going well in my life and I am not severely underwhelmed with the trivialities of everyday humdrum, there’s nothing I enjoy more than sitting down and just having a good chat. Chats are good for the soul!

There have been these rare moments throughout my life where I have truly connected with someone. Whether that be on the bus or just the girl next to me in my lecture. There are these brief, intermediate meetings that I continue to cherish, and that put a smile on my face whenever I think back on them. I have developed a theory that, if someone is having a bad day, a friendly, happy, easygoing conversation is enough to put a smile on their day. And if I do that, I sure know I’m smiling too.

And so, sitting by that window today, watching my fuzzy eyes turn my computer screen into a hazy, colourful mess, I made a proposition with myself (can you do that?). Well who cares, I did! I challenged myself (that’s better).

So here we go, get ready people, grab your snappers. This is a moment you don’t want to miss.

I, Melissa, challenge myself to meet and greet one person per day. One person who I either do not talk to every day or have never talked to before. I must meet them, greet them, and then have a substantial, meaningful (and most importantly) fully engaged conversation with them.

Just so all you on-lookers know, this is a little hard for me. I am kind of a small talk fiend. I love the stuff! Can’t get enough of it. It’s perfect for filling in a couple of minutes, getting friendly with people and not making myself too vulnerable. I can leave anytime I want, and, in that, I retain a little power. I fear the moment when I lose all power. So, within this challenge there lies another one. It is the challenge of letting go. Of letting myself be vulnerable enough to have a real conversation and connect with someone.

Join me, friends! Join me on this quest for connectedness. Who knows, we may even bump into each other (crazy!)…