A Little Bit Suss: August 2006

Saturday, August 26, 2006

hungry

well I'm almost 21 hours into the 40 hour famine, and I want food!! 40 hours is tough for a girl who normally eats between every class at school.

oh and thanks so much Bec for making and eathing muffins, scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee infront of me this morning. I really appreciate it!

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Duck in the Attic

Yesterday Em's friend Heather popped around to do a spot of Photography for Em and my vintage clothing collection (Duck in the Attic). Handy to have a Vis Com student on hand who needed a project...here's a couple of shots I got to be the subject of. Yay for nice photos!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Hope

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Invitation

'The Invitation' - Oriah the mountain dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I'm Yours

This was one of my first collages... the quote in the corner is one of my favourites; from Billy - age 4

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know your name is safe in their mouth.'

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Auki

Auki is where we lived for the first years in the solomons. Tonight I went looking through our old photo albums, and couldn't help but think how crazily lucky I am to have grown up how and where I did...

This Photo captures one of my all time favourite memories. We were building steps down the front of the hill that our house was on, and it was pouring with that amazing tropical rain. The hill quickly became a mud-bath and I must have spent the whole afternoon just covering myself in the stuff. I was out on the half dug steps and remember just making myself slip in the mud over and over again. The dress was never the same!