tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75643197626255402192024-03-05T20:51:35.081+11:00Still there are songs..."oh tell me what you know ~ about God and the world and the human soul ~ how so much can go wrong ~ and still there are songs" ~ Sara GrovesAlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-54790862590318072482014-09-24T16:48:00.000+10:002014-09-27T09:32:31.840+10:00Celebrating what is<style>
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Life is good.<br />
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I have been enjoying it quite a lot lately.<br />
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And I feel the need to point this out (mostly to myself) because I have spent so much of the past <b><i>not </i></b>enjoying life. Beyond a handful of months there have been very few extended periods where I have appreciated life—embracing what is going on in and around me with open arms and spirit.<br />
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It is hard to put into words the joy that comes over me when I realise how… dare I say it… happy and grateful… I am with my life.<br />
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Recent days have not been without their stresses and strains. Between full-time study, paid work, volunteer work and starting to try my hand at a few short writing pieces, life is very full; but beautiful. I am living at a busier pace than I have in nearly ten years. Sometimes I misjudge my energy and my body can’t keep up with the motivation that I feel, but I am constantly learning and reminding myself of the gift of that problem.<br />
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All those years of dreading life and struggling to see the joyous gifts and moments in my days. All those years of fighting and struggling against my wants and the realities I found myself in. All those years of being numbed by the combination of pain and hopelessness and affects of medications.<br />
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I am learning to celebrate.<br />
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In her book <a href="http://www.shaunaniequist.com/project/cold-tangerines/" target="_blank">Cold Tangerines</a>, <a href="http://www.shaunaniequist.com/" target="_blank">Shauna Niequist</a> says that “<i>When what you see in front of you is so far outside if what you dreamed, but you have the belief, the boldness, the courage to call it beautiful instead of calling it wrong, that's celebration</i>.” (p.178) This is a truth that I’ve taken my whole adult life to learn, and I’ll probably need to keep learning it until the day I die. I can only hope I get better at it!<br />
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Despite never having dreamed of being where I currently am, for better or worse, I am learning to celebrate—the light streaming in to the lovely little house I share with two friends, the joy of making food for others, the accomplishment of another piece of writing being submitted and/or published, random late night adventures in the city with new friends. Most of all, I am learning to celebrate my creativity and myself.<br />
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It is hard work to dedicate myself to study again. However the freedom and joys I have been finding in exploring my own creativity with more abandon than ever before has been the best reward. This is the power of art. Another reason why Shauna’s book has been so significant over these past weeks. She says that “<i>art slips past our brains straight into our bellies. It weaves itself into our thoughts and feelings and the open spaces in our souls, and it allows us to live more and say more and feel more</i>.” (p. 227)<br />
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This I know: at the risk of maybe experiencing depressive lows again, I will celebrate. I will attempt to make art and bake and love the people in my life and find energy in celebrating what is, instead of wishing about what should have been. Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-39545332446387975142014-07-07T10:46:00.000+10:002014-07-07T17:17:21.323+10:00I Spy Beauty...<i>A (sometimes) weekly post about beauty seen, heard or discovered</i>.<br>
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It is the end of a long and stressful semester. In amongst the weariness, attempts at resting, unexpected hospital visits and other fun holiday things, I have spied beauty in paying attention. For these things I am grateful…<br>
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Sitting snuggled on the couch with my two nephews, reading some of my favourite stories and rhymes from Dr Seuss, while the littlest tries to copy my words and we giggle at all the silliness.<br>
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Walking in the warm sun along the beach with a dear friend; the sound of tumultuous waves crashing, clear blue sky and deep green ocean and the squelch of sand under my bare feet.<br>
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Cups of tea beside us and bowls of dessert in hand, chatting with a kindred spirit about words and faith and relationships and the beautiful chaos of life.<br>
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Watching a host of different birds visit my mum’s new bird bath out the back window; splashing, trying to mark territory, drinking together and darting in and out of nearby bushes.There is serenity and there is life in motion.<br>
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Being one in a room of hundreds of people passionate about justice, reconciliation and compassion; feeling the sense of hope in community and commonality.<br>
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Speaking with my mentor and friend about Christian belief and hypocrisy. Then afterward watching one of Hollywood's silliest movies together, laughing until our stomachs hurt and ribbing each other about our guilty pleasure television habits. Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-80862557994883228262014-07-01T09:12:00.000+10:002014-07-01T11:27:58.176+10:00On Packing Light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</style>I am notorious for packing heavy. I am the girl who always has one of almost anything you might ever need. Sometimes I blame this on my time as a nanny (Mary Poppins bag and all that), but the truth is I was like this long before I started work.<br />
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So imagine my sense of great achievement when I set off last Friday for a three-day weekend away with only one duffel and my handbag. I know, I know, that’s a normal amount of luggage right?!<br />
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But it was all the more notable because I had just finished reading <a href="http://allisonvesterfelt.com/" target="_blank">Allison Vesterfelt’s</a> inspired book ‘<a href="http://allisonvesterfelt.com/my-books/" target="_blank">Packing Light</a>’.<br />
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I am a sucker for a good road trip story. I still harbour the slightly odd dream of driving across America (I probably should start with Australia, but I feel America calling). So I picked up a copy of the audiobook for free on Noisetrade a little while back (<a href="http://books.noisetrade.com/allisonvesterfelt/packing-light-sampler-audiobook" target="_blank">you can still get a free sampler there</a>). But this book is so much more than just the story of Ally and Sharaya’s roadtrip. It is a reflection about the decisions we make in life and what we carry on our journeys— both metaphorical and physical. And while Allison doesn’t use this descriptive, the story is about being brave.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“You don’t have to go. You can stay home. It’s up to you. But if you let fear stop you from doing what you really want to do, you’ll regret that forever.” </span></blockquote>
Allison writes with such clarity about that stage in your twenties and early thirties of trying to figure out where you are going and what you want from life. Whether you struggle with the same questions as Ally- singleness, financial security, vocation- you can still learn so much from these reflections.<br />
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As the pair of friends attempt to journey across all fifty states of America, Ally grows and learns how to pack; what to bring, what to leave behind and what to let go of along the way— whether they be expectations or dreams or difficult decisions made with the best intentions. And there is hope. The further along the road they travel, clarity arrives and peace becomes more present. The bravery of launching out is rewarded with freedom and new, better things.<br />
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I have so much to learn about packing light, both physically and metaphorically. Allison’s book has shaken me well out of my comfort and prodded me on my own journey. I'll probably always struggles to pack light when traveling, but I hope I can learn to live life with a little less baggage too. Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-53359393000129045412014-04-17T14:26:00.000+10:002014-04-17T14:27:46.938+10:00Living bravely and why I choose to write<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<i>Yesterday writing felt intoxicating and joyous. Today it feels terrifying. The artist's life. </i><br />
<i>(A Facebook status I posted earlier this week) </i></blockquote>
I am a living paradox. I hate change. I struggle with uncertainty. Yet at the start of this year I decided to live <a href="http://stilltherearesongs.blogspot.com.au/2014/01/2014.html" target="_blank">BRAVE</a>. I also quit my steady job and enrolled to study Creative Writing full-time.<br />
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This somewhat crazy decision has resulted in a tumultuous few months for me. I have retreated into my shell as I have been trying to make my way through severe doubts about my capabilities as a human. Not to mention extreme moodiness and depression.<br />
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I really do not deal all that well with change! I envy my friends that thrive on challenges and change. I want to keep moving in my life. I just don’t want to have to move to do it! I therefore have not put hand to keyboard to reflect on my year of brave, as much I had hoped I would. I was too busy struggling to get up each morning to think about being brave.<br />
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As I have settled into some rhythms with study and life, freedom and enjoyment have snuck back in. While the work that I am doing terrifies me some days, it enlivens me and brings me so much hope on others. Thankfully more and more of the latter as the days go by.<br />
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I am braving the steps of workshopping pieces of my writing in class, trying to write for publication and tackling personal issues in my writing. Some days, as in the day I posted the above status, I second guess myself and feel paralysed by the fear that I have nothing of worth to say. I am learning how normal that is for so many writers and other creatives. I am learning the importance of having like-minded fellow travellers along the journey; to build up a community of people who genuinely love you and support your work around you. It is important to risk using your voice to receive feedback from others who can sharpen and challenge you along your journey too.<br />
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Mostly, I am enjoying that journey. I am blessed by the days I am reminded that I do have something that needs to be said… and I want to say it. <i>And so do you, each and every one of you! </i><br />
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Today that reminder came through listening again to Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Opening Address to the 2009 Sydney Writers Festival. <a href="http://www.swf.org.au/podcasts-2009/opening-address-presented-by-chimamanda-ngozi-adichie.html" target="_blank">You can download a podcast version on the festivals website</a>.<br />
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It was this speech on ‘The Danger of a Single Story’ that began to reawaken in me a desire to connect with my creativity. At the time I was studying International Development because I felt compelled to do something of purpose with my life and I thought that required helping people in the area. But then I heard this smart and sassy woman, with an undergraduate degree in politics and communication talking about the importance of telling stories and something broke in me. I am forever grateful. <br />
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A shorter version of the talk is available through TEDtalks. Take some time to watch it and be reminded of the power of stories. <br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Owning
our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives
running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly
as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences
that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to
explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.<br /> ~ <a href="http://brenebrown.com/" target="_blank">Brené Brown</a> <i>The Gifts of Imperfection</i> pg. 6</span></div>
Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-23496361609334863922014-03-23T17:51:00.001+11:002014-03-23T17:51:46.047+11:00I Spy Beauty...<i>A (sometimes) weekly post of beauty seen, heard or discovered</i> <br />
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At the beginning of this year, I had every intention to get into blogging a couple of times a week. I was going to get serious with my writing. Well, I am doing that. But some other things have come up too.<br />
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While I have been struggling along making sense of this chaotic and crazy and beautiful and mean life recently, I have also started postgraduate study in Creative Writing.<br />
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I having been struggling to notice beauty. But this week I found great encouragement, strength and light in the creative work of others.<br />
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Sarah Bessey has a way with words that constantly breathes new life into me. This week her blog entitled "<a href="http://sarahbessey.com/beloved-warrior/" target="_blank">In which you are a beloved warrior</a>" was timely and needed.<br />
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Parker J. Palmer wrote a guest post called "<a href="http://www.onbeing.org/blog/an-encouragement-for-spring-and-the-writing-life/6183" target="_blank">An Encouragement for Spring and the Writing Life</a>" at <a href="http://www.onbeing.org/" target="_blank">OnBeing</a>. While it is now Autumn here is Australia, I am over the metaphorical winter in my life and am expectantly holding out for some spring. <br />
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<a href="http://www.amystroup.com/" target="_blank">Amy Stroup</a> is a Indie Singer/Songwriter out of Nashville I have been following for a few years now. Her new album <i>Tunnel</i> (<a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/the-drop/tunnel" target="_blank">you can listen to it over on The Drop</a>) is just what I've come to expect from Amy- diverse lyrically and musically, soulful and easy to listen to. I've also had an oldie 'Hold onto hope love', from <i>The Other Side of Love Sessions </i>stuck in my head. <br />
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{page:WordSection1;} </style>I have spent the last few hours researching and reading about ideas of virginity and purity for an article I am working on. And I have to say that there is some seriously disturbing stuff out there!<br />
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Having come from the evangelical Christian sub-culture and knowing its philosophy on such a subject, I still find it to hold to some of the most dangerous and damaging beliefs about sexuality. Just try watching the documentary <a href="http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/virgin-daughters/" target="_blank">The Virgin Daughters</a>.<br />
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But I am still struggling to get my head around what it really means to people today in our progressive western culture.<br />
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So I need some help….<br />
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I would love for people to comment below, anonymously of course(!), about how you would define virginity and whether you think it still holds significant weight- for good or bad- in today’s culture. And if you’ve read or watched anything about the topic you think is particularly interesting mention that too.<br />
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Thanks!Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-21149758160391764042014-03-09T12:22:00.001+11:002014-03-09T16:03:23.233+11:00I Spy Beauty...<style>
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--</style><i>A (sometimes) weekly post about beauty seen, heard or discovered </i><br />
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I am awake again in the in-between. That time in the early hours between darkness and sunrise. That blurry-eyed time when we glimpse the hope of light, but have not yet thrown off the cover of darkness fully. <br />
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I have been here a lot lately. It is a tiring place to be. Being awake in the darkness is troubling. There are moments when it feels like it might never end, like the morning might never come. When you are tired from the struggle for rest and freedom, anything can feel endless, hopeless. <br />
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And yet, the light comes every day without fail. First, gradually. Slivers of light and shadow begin to ease the weight of darkness. It is an uncomfortable tension between despair and hope. Do we dare to hope for sunrise? <br />
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The in-between is a time of questions. The darkness has stripped away much of what we knew, giving us permission to ask. It is a time of wondering and wandering in the half-light. <br />
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And then with a blaze of glory, all of sudden it seems, we are overwhelmed by the shining light of the sun and the weight lifts. A new day. A new beginning. With the light of the sun comes a lightness of spirit, the feeling that we can try again. To live and love and not be overcome.<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>There's a moment when<br /> Faith caves in<br /> There's a time when every soul is certain God is gone</i></blockquote>
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<i> But every shadow is evidence of sun<br /> And every tomorrow holds out hope for us<br /> For every one of us</i><br />
'Sunrise' <a href="https://twitter.com/nicholenordeman" target="_blank"><i>Nichole Nordeman</i></a> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Copyright 2007</span> </blockquote>
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Good morning. And thank God for the sunrise. Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-80475231956138855882014-02-05T17:27:00.000+11:002014-02-05T19:31:46.666+11:00The blog about sex<style>
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--</style>Neither my housemate Rachel, nor I could sleep the other morning and so we ending up talking about sexuality…. as you do. Now of course there is a context. She is currently taking a summer school subject on gender and sexuality. We don’t just randomly talk about sex a lot! <br />
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But the reality is that I have found myself having a lot of conversations with girlfriends lately about sex. About femininity. About the words we use around sex and sexuality. About marriage and sex. About masturbation. About cultural expectations surrounding sex- in the Christian culture bubble and the wider culture around us. About the conflicting nature of so much discourse around women and sex- especially in the church.<br />
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That’s normal, right?<br />
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I have spent most of my twenties (and the so far small part of my thirties) living in houses with other young women. But strangely these recent conversations are largely the most open and honest I’ve ever had. And my Christian friends usually agree. It is like we finally feel the permission to be frank with each other and be brave in speaking from our hearts about issues that are so deeply embedded in our identities and self worth. And this is the case whether or not we are single (as I am) or in relationships.<br />
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But it strikes me as deeply sad that up until now I have felt unable to speak and question and travel this road together with my fellow sisters. And I have a suspicion that I’m not alone in feeling this way.<br />
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The reality I’m discovering is that you can’t talk about your body and identity and value as women without talking about sex. Yes, that is a blindingly obvious point. But how did all my youth pastors and leaders manage to talk about these things without really addressing our female sexuality! The unspoken message that I seemed to absorb over my adolescence was that sex and sexuality was off limits unless you were married… and even then it was a very private, sanitised discussion. Sex outside of marriage- in word or deed- was <i>bad</i>, not good.<br />
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I bought into and believed this to be the righteous way (don’t worry, saying that makes me throw up a little in my mouth too).<br />
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Thankfully I am an unstoppable questioner. Studying Anthropology I was instilled with a deep understanding of the need to deconstruct my own understandings of culture and belief in order to engage in the world more authentically. So as I got older I became more uncomfortable with the tension between the Church’s clean, sanitised version of sexuality and their seeming obsession with it (sometimes it seems that the sin of sex outside of marriage is worse than all others). And don’t get me started on the fact that the gospels alone talk far more about compassion and grace and social justice than it ever does about sex, as far as I can tell!<br />
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And if sex and sexuality is off limits, is not good, than why when I began to talk with girlfriends more openly, did I begin to feel free? As my friends and I began to talk over our questions, feelings and concerns, we began to hear each other and realise we were not alone in being Christian women who were unwilling to accept the stories we had been told. And we began to feel more alive.<br />
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If genuine Christian community and fellowship is about sharing our lives, does that not mean our <i>whole lives</i>? If talking about our sexuality and femininity helps us embrace our true identities as women created by God, then is that not the best thing we can be doing?!<br />
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There is so much more I want to explore and discuss. I want to understand how it is we got to where we are and how we can move forward more authentically. So I am thinking that I would like to start a blog series on sexuality.<br />
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And in thinking that, I will.<br />
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However in truth – as I attempt to organise my thoughts on this topic - I am faced with the seemingly impossible task of ending this blog. So as she instigated this journey into all things sexual…I thought it was only fitting to get Rachel's very eloquent closing thoughts on a way forward…<br />
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<i>“As we wade our way through countless books dictating the truths of sex, open our ears to the truths and lies society screams rather loudly at us, sip our way through cups of coffee talking with girlfriends, and pray over what being a female in this sexualised - and in many ways sexually oppressed - world means to us… Maybe the conclusions we come to will be eloquent enough to provide some clarity on the subject that is ‘sex’! “</i> <span lang="EN-US"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a></span>
Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-3742494210393724282014-02-02T18:11:00.000+11:002014-02-02T18:11:15.724+11:00I Spy Beauty...<i>A (sometimes) weekly post of beauty seen, heard or discovered</i><br />
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I have about 5 half-written blogs sitting on my computer. Not to mention the document that is just called ‘Random thoughts’ that has pages of unfinished, unedited computer scribblings. <br />
<br />My brain is awash with confusion and hope. Uncomfortableness and happiness. Frustration and joy. I’m in a very in-between kind of place. <br /><br />And I’m in a waiting period at the moment. Waiting around means a lot of procrastination. Baking. Friends reruns watching. YouTube surfing. <br /><br />There’s lots of beauty to be found on YouTube. <br /><br />Earlier this week I was having a particularly unproductive day and that was getting me down. Until I watched this…. <br />
<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/l5-EwrhsMzY" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />
If you haven’t seen any of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZGolSKcAaA&list=PLzvRx_johoA-YabI6FWcU-jL6nKA1Um-t" target="_blank">Kid President clips</a> before, may I suggest you go and watch a bunch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZGolSKcAaA&list=PLzvRx_johoA-YabI6FWcU-jL6nKA1Um-t" target="_blank">more</a>. This boy and his cousin have a big heart and vision for changing the world…. and they’re doing it! <br /><br />We all need beautiful reminders like this now and again!<br />
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And if you ever need a little pep talk watch the video that made Kid President famous, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-gQLqv9f4o" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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And hopefully I'll finish one or two of those blogs real soon.... Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-22681947549874935372014-01-29T14:30:00.001+11:002014-04-26T18:29:11.840+10:00I'm Alison and I'm a recovering creativeI came home from an Artist’s Way meeting last night on an incredible high. I felt at home. I felt I was exactly where God wanted me. I felt alive.<br />
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I have missed community. I have missed connecting on that deeper level with others in an intentional way. A group of women, sitting together in a living room, sipping wine, sharing stories, laughing and listening to each other.<br />
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I woke up this morning and slammed straight into a wall of self-loathing and a head full of ‘you’re a pathetic human who can’t get your shit together’ trains of thought.<br />
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Ouch.<br />
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But I’m pretty sure they are related.<br />
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I have spent much of my life running from my creativity or just denying it even exists. I wrote prolifically as a child and well into my teens. I wrote stories and poetry, journalled almost everyday from thirteen to eighteen and sporadically through my twenties. But as I grew older the writing got darker and more hopeless. I think I really stopped writing because it required me to engage and acknowledge what I was feeling or struggling with emotionally and mentally. And even though I saw counsellors, psychologists and doctors throughout my twenties I, for various reasons, worked on my recovery and mental health at arms length. Writing was too painful, and I suspect, would have required harder work than I thought possible.<br />
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But I began to change that story a while ago when, in the midst of a breakdown, I chose to acknowledge my creativity and see it as a means to recovery. I eventually quit my job in order to explore what it would look like to be a ‘writer’ for a living. And in recent months I have made serious attempts to engage with my creativity in intentional ways- including joining a group to work through The Artist’s Way together and reading various other books on creativity.<br />
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Through this intentional work though, deep emotions and thought processes that I have been hiding from and that remain unresolved, have reared their ugly heads time and again. Every time I make progress in embracing my gifts and moving forward with the work I feel called to do, the enemies of self-doubt, perfectionism and self-sabotage march in fast.<br />
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So this morning as soon as I’d finished my morning cup of tea and bowl of cereal, I found myself lying curled up on the couch feeling rather sorry for myself and wondering how on earth to get up again. But my kind housemate made me a cup of tea and told me to get up and write something, anything, anyway.<br />
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And so here we are.<br />
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Being creative is scary. Living the life we were given well is scary. Having to live with the reality of my emotions and moods and the general chaos of our existence is hard work. But I’m learning that if I want a meaningful and free life then choosing to be creative, and in the process embracing that reality, is the only way.<br />
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In her book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Million-Little-Ways-Uncover-Were/dp/0800722442/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1391383531&sr=8-1&keywords=a+million+little+ways">A Million Little Ways</a>, <a href="http://www.chattingatthesky.com/">Emily P. Freeman</a> says:<br />
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“Christ is in you and wants to come out through you in a million little ways- through your strength and also your weakness, your abilities and also your lack.<br />
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I call it art, someone else calls it rubbish.<br />
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So what?<br />
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Call it what you will. God calls us his poem. And the job of the poem is to inspire. To sing. To express the full spectrum of human experience- both the bright hope that comes with victory and the profound loss that accompanies defeat.<br />
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We must make art, even in our weakness. If we don’t, we are denying ourselves, in turn, we will deny everyone else ourselves as well.” (page 168) </blockquote>
I want to be brave. I want to choose to be creative. I want to choose to pay attention to this life I’m living.<br />
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So I got up and wrote this blog post.Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-22562743864313760142014-01-22T16:01:00.000+11:002014-01-22T16:01:11.803+11:00Words for Wednesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching for tadpoles</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Instructions for living a life: <br />Pay attention. <br />Be astonished. <br />Tell about it. <br /><b>Mary Oliver</b> '<i>Sometimes</i>' in Red Bird (2008)</blockquote>
Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-60213338385754260402014-01-12T16:15:00.000+11:002014-01-12T16:15:23.761+11:00Words and I
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So many thoughts</div>
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conflicting emotions</div>
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overwhelming chaos.</div>
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No words.</div>
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in others, in me</div>
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in the world.</div>
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Words</div>
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are the only way</div>
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"You want to know the meaning of life? This is your highest calling: You are called into the dynamic co-creation of the cosmos. This breath is your canvas and brush. These are the raw materials for your art, for the life you are making. Nothing is off limits. Your backyard, your piano, your paintbrush, your conversation, Rwanda, New Orleans, Iraq, your marriage, your soul. You're making a living with every step you take."<br />
- Jon Foreman (Quoted in <i>A Million Little Ways</i> by Emily P. Freeman, pg. 11)</blockquote>
Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-43822373032037843232014-01-03T17:51:00.000+11:002014-01-03T17:51:25.091+11:002014
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<br />When my one word for 2014 first came to me, I blew it off. It couldn’t be my word, it was too close to <i>fearless</i> my word for 2013. <br /><br />But it kept coming back to me. <i>Brave. </i><br /><br />And I realised that it was actually a profoundly logical step. <br /><br /><i>Fearless</i> is working to stop the power of a negative feeling or action. <i>Brave</i> is taking a positive step forward, it's taking a risk. In my mind, one word is rooted in the negative and the other in the positive. <br /><br />As someone who has lived bound in the negative for so much of my life, I long for, I crave, the positive. I am desperate for forward motion in my days. And I know that the likelihood is that I’m my own worst enemy in this regard. <br /><br />So I need a reminder. Something to push me beyond myself. Something to spur me on in my seeking to be authentic. And the year of fearless was quite successful. Bloody hard, but as far as personal growth goes, successful. So what if I choose to take the positive step. What if my #ONEWORD365 was: <b>Brave</b>? <br /><br />And I’m already planning a couple of risk taking adventures… <br /><br />Applying for graduate study <br /><br />Maybe taking a trip outside Australia <br /><br />Hopefully finding new work<br />
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Possibly getting involved in a new church<br />
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(With a little trepidation) I look forward to what 2014 has in store for me and where God might be moving in my life.<br />
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I'll let you know!Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-30270099082268621592014-01-02T11:26:00.000+11:002014-01-02T11:26:00.205+11:00Soundtrack for the year of Fearless....If you've known me for a little while, you'll know how important music is to me. Music is such a vital part of how I heal and grow and have fun.<br />
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So I thought I'd share with you the top songs that have seen me through 2013 and the year of living <i>fearlessly</i>.<br />
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<b>#1 Brave - <a href="http://www.sarabmusic.com/" target="_blank">Sara Bareilles</a></b><br />
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This song became our house anthem a couple of months ago. It has been played <i>very loud</i>, on repeat for <i>hours</i>. My two lovely housemates and I have all had a challenging year.... we shared the same common experience of daring to speak out in our old community and ended up being ostracised for it. Enough said. This song reminds us to keep going...<br />
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<b>#2 This is not the end - <a href="http://gungormusic.com/" target="_blank">Gungor</a></b><br />
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<i>This is not the end<br />This is not the end of us<br />We will shine like the stars bright, brighter</i><b> </b></blockquote>
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During one of the darkest, longest weekends this past year, when my dear friends life was falling apart, I heard this song. I had been listening to the album 'Ghosts Upon The Earth' for a few months but it was at that particular time and space that this song leaped out at me. It gave me the hope to keep hoping and the words to keep praying over my friend. <br />
When I am fearful of the present, I know this is not the end. <br />
You can check out some of Lisa Gungor's reflections on this song <a href="http://www.jesusfreakhideout.com/lyrics/new/track.asp?track_id=15350" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<b>#3 Everything Will Change - <a href="http://derekwebb.com/WSL/" target="_blank">Derek Webb</a></b><br />
Derek Webb is probably the most <i>fearless</i> artist and musician whose work I follow.<br />
His 2013 offering 'I was wrong, I'm sorry & I love you' was no exception.<br />
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It was like these lyrics were written directly for me. Derek calls this his protest song against cynicism. And that is something I have definitely needed this year!<br />
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<b>#4 I was wrong, I'm sorry and I love you - <a href="http://derekwebb.com/WSL/" target="_blank">Derek Webb</a></b><br />
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One of the biggest lessons I learnt in 2013 was the importance of humility and grace in relationship. Its seems an obvious one.... but I've discovered it doesn't always come naturally or easy (imagine that!?).<br />
I think that is why I love this song so much. It recognises that often the most freeing thing we can do is to own our mistakes. The most Christ-like examples I have witnessed in relationship are those who are knowledgable and yet willing to name what they do not know. That is being <i>fearless</i> in our culture. <br />
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<b>#5 A little bit of love - <a href="http://katieherzig.com/" target="_blank">Katie Herzig</a></b><a href="http://katieherzig.com/" target="_blank"> </a><br />
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When my two lovely friends and I moved into our new house in September we called it <i><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">maison de l'amour. </span></span></i><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">After the pain we had been through together in our previous house, we wanted a new chapter, we wanted to be defined by love. </span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">Because of all the unlovely things that I witnessed this year... I decided this was the perfect (unofficial) anthem for our new little home. </span></span><br />
<br /><b>#6 Every teardrop is a waterfall - <a href="http://www.coldplay.com/" target="_blank">Coldplay</a></b><br />
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This song just makes me want to dance.... and sometimes that's just what we need to gather the courage and energy to keep moving through life.<br />
I remember attending a rooftop party at my old house earlier this year. My friends and I had this song playing loud and I sung out the words <i>"So you can hurt, hurt me bad/But still I'll raise the flag"</i> on top of that home that had beautiful and painful memories. That night I wanted to reclaim my strength in spite of the pain caused by my church. It was a beautiful, albeit bitterweet, moment.<br />
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And incidentally, I think this soundtrack will continue to be important as I embrace a year of <i><b>Brave</b></i>. But more about that in the next few days...Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-67872394582700506122013-12-31T15:19:00.002+11:002013-12-31T15:24:41.827+11:00Fearless is.... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Fearless</i> is joining a dating website after years of being cajoled by friends and family. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is speaking out about difficulties with people and groups in positions of power or influence when you think there are people being manipulated, abused or neglected <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is continuing to speak out against abuses of power despite intimidation, because you know it is right and you have a voice. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is standing firm in your convictions in the face of bullying, rejection and even eviction from your home and community. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is believing in the God of hope and redemption even when you begin to lose your faith in the humanity and love of the Church. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is choosing <b>not</b> to believe you an unworthy part of God’s family. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is being gripped by the depths of grief- be it for a loved one or a situation- yet still choosing to wake up each day and take a new breath. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is moving alone to a suburb that has a notorious reputation. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is finally finishing a BA after six and a half years, despite multiple life-changing events and struggles. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is having a go at a job you have dreamed about doing, but have no idea if you can. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is purchasing your first tent and going camping <i>for a whole weekend</i> at a musical festival… when you have an aversion to mess and dirt and disorder. (and <i>Fearless</i> are the long-suffering friends who go camping with such a weirdo!) <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is walking with a dear friend through their darkest valleys, no matter what. <br />
<i><br />Fearless</i> is praying when all logic and reason says give up. <br />
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<i>Fearless </i>is being willing to say "<a href="http://derekwebb.com/WSL/" target="_blank">I was wrong, I’m sorry and I love you</a>". <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is being humble in a world that demands ego. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is knowing when to speak up and when to quiet down to listen. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is seeing hope and possibility in the next moment. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is choosing to believe in yourself when all you’ve ever felt is unlovable. <br />
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<i>Fearless</i> is choosing to love. <b>Period</b>. <br />
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A year ago I decided that I my resolution for 2013 was one word: <b><i>Fearless</i></b>. <br />
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I had a vague notion of pushing myself to be less trapped by fear in making decisions in my life. I had no idea that 2013 would become a fight. A struggle. A giant lesson in remaining fearless in the face of injustice, rejection, tragedy and the constant barrage of what life sometimes throws at you. <br />
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At the end of 2013, and in my weary state, I want to claim these lessons I have learnt about being fearless.Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-55921788548353862022013-10-21T08:54:00.000+11:002013-10-21T08:54:10.765+11:00I Spy Beauty...<i>A (sometimes) weekly post about beauty seen, heard or discovered </i><br />
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This is not the end<br />This is not the end of this<br />We will open our eyes wide, wider<br /> <br />This is not our last<br />This is not our last breath<br />We will open our mouths wide, wider<br /> <br />And you know you’ll be alright<br />Oh and you know you’ll be alright<br /> <br />This is not the end<br />This is not the end of us<br />We will shine like the stars bright, brighter<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>This is Not the End</i> by Gungor </span>(Copyright 2011) </span></blockquote>
I've been watching from afar as the community I grew up in has been battered by devastation. Fire came quickly with no warning, tearing apart peoples homes and memories. Hundreds are living with a real and present danger of even further destruction. The sun is glowing orangey-red in a haze of smoke. The long weeks of bushfire season still lay ahead.<br />
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I watch as friends, families, communities bear together. I hear stories of immense generosity, of care, of the hospitality of all the saints. <br />
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<i>This is not the end.</i><br />
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I sit with a friend in the deepest of pain. Life does not go to plan. No amount of empathy can alleviate the agony.<br />
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We sit. Tears. Silence. Quiet words of encouragement. Overwhelming anxiety. Hugs. More silence. More tears. <br />
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Pain and injustice and betrayal comes in threes and fours and fives it seems.<br />
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<i>This is not the end, this is not the end of us.</i><br />
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It seems I can never stop questioning the whys and whens and how will we survive.<br />
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But because this is not the end....<br />
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<i>We will shine like the stars bright, brighter</i>.<br />
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Thank you God.<br />
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"The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there....<br />
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....I walk out; I see something, some event that would otherwise have been utterly missed and lost; or something sees me, some enormous power brushes me with its clean wing, and I resound like a beaten bell....<br />
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....Something pummels us, something barely sheathed. Power broods and lights. We're played on like a pipe; our breath is not our own."<br />
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- Annie Dillard from <i>Pilgrim at Tinker Creek</i> (1974; pages 10,14,15)<br />
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The last few months have mostly felt like random glimpses of colour in a great big grey cloud. It has been a rather disorientating experience. I'm no stranger to darkness and grey. I know the path of struggle and hope quite well. But the most recent confluence of circumstances have rocked me to the core of my being- my sense of self, my place in this world, my faith in humanity.<br />
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So I went to the beach for a few days this week. Because the beach is my escape, the place I know I can breathe and find peace and gather just a little more strength to keep going. I am immeasurably blessed with dear friends and mentors who not only love me and care for me, but who own a beautiful little caravan a few hundred metres from a South Coast beach.<br />
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Afternoon walks on the beach in the winter sun are quite magical really. I found a large piece of driftwood and sat down to think and pray awhile. I was marvelling at the beautiful colours all around me.... thanking God for afternoons like this that remind me of beauty and hope and His presence. And then I looked up to see <i>this.... </i> <br />
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Beauty and hope.</div>
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Once again, darkness and struggle make it difficult to see beauty.<br />
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When I am struggling to sleep there are certain tunes that soothe and help me to fall asleep.... Jon Foreman's Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring EP's are my current favourites. This week I have played "The Cure For The Pain" (from the Fall EP) countless times....<br />
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I'm not sure why it always goes downhill<br />
Why broken cisterns never could stay filled<br />
I've spent ten years singing gravity away<br />
But the water keeps on falling from the sky<br />
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And here tonight while the stars are blacking out<br />
With every hope and dream I've ever had in doubt<br />
I've spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away<br />
But the water keeps on falling from my eyes<br />
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And heaven knows, heaven knows<br />
I tried to find a cure for the pain<br />
Oh my Lord, to suffer like You do<br />
It would be a lie to run away<br />
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So blood is fire pulsing through our veins<br />
We're either riders or fools behind the reigns<br />
I've spent ten years trying to sing it all away<br />
But the water keeps on falling from my tries<br />
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And heaven knows, heaven knows<br />
I tried to find a cure for the pain<br />
Oh my Lord, to suffer like You do<br />
It would be a lie to run away<br />
A lie to run, it would be a lie<br />
It would be a lie to run away<br />
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It keeps on falling (x4)<br />
Water keeps on falling from my eyes<br />
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And heaven knows, heaven knows<br />
I tried to find a cure for the pain<br />
Oh my Lord, to suffer like You do<br />
It would be a lie to run away<br />
It would be a lie to run away<br />
It would be a lie to run away<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(The Cure For The Pain</i> copyright Jon Foreman) </span></blockquote>
Maybe this song doesn't seem particularly encouraging to you, but one thing I have learnt this week: the time comes, some days, when the cure for the pain is to run right on into it.<br />
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In a number of ways over the past week, I have been gently reminded that facing pain and disappointment is what allows us to move beyond it.<br />
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The present pain might be... well, painful. But I've heard the promise that beauty rises from ashes, so I'm not going to run away.Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-71045009747196221592013-07-03T11:05:00.000+10:002013-07-03T11:05:56.585+10:00Words for Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Be still and know that I am God. </i></div>
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<i>Be still and know that I am. </i></div>
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<i>Be still and know. </i></div>
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<i>Be still. </i></div>
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<i>Psalm 46</i></div>
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<i>(From <a href="http://myemail.constantcontact.com/Daily-Meditation--The-Power-of-Now----Ecumenism----June-12--2013.html?soid=1103098668616&aid=yopJ9xRpIBs" target="_blank">Richard Rohr's Daily Meditation, 12 June 2013</a>) </i></div>
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Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-30513706666248806632013-06-02T22:53:00.002+10:002013-06-02T22:53:49.227+10:00I Spy Beauty...<i>A (sometimes) weekly post of beauty seen, heard or discovered</i><br />
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This little postcard (artwork by <a href="http://jordanbrooke.squarespace.com/" target="_blank">Jordan Hamlin</a>) has been stuck to my bedside lamp since it came with my copy of Sandra McCracken's <a href="http://sandramccracken.bigcartel.com/product/in-feast-or-fallow-physical-cd" target="_blank"><i>In Feast or Fallow</i></a> hymns album three years ago. The whole album, and in particular this lyric, has seen me through two of the darkest times.<br />
And I've been playing it again this week. Even when I don't <i>feel </i>like I will endure or <i>feel</i> the hope of Christ, this song- and the piece of card I see first thing every morning- reminds me.<br />
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<i>In the harvest feast ot the fallow ground,</i><br />
<i>My certain hope is in Jesus found</i><br />
<i>My lot, my cup, my portion sure</i><br />
<i>Whatever comes we shall endure</i><br />
<i>Whatever comes we shall endure</i><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">words & music copyright Sandra McCracken</span></blockquote>
You can find out more about Sandra McCracken's beautiful work at <a href="http://sandramccracken.com/">sandramccracken.com</a> Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-43170587514385937532013-05-30T20:56:00.001+10:002013-05-30T20:57:09.510+10:00Song in minor keyLife is like a song in minor key:<div>unresolved moments, seemingly discordant</div><div>achingly beautiful.</div><div>Hints of deeper, darker</div><div>truth</div><div>awakening in notes</div><div>you least expect.</div><div>Sadness turns to joy</div><div>as each note reveals the whole.</div><div>There is beauty in the dark notes.</div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932715058721462894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564319762625540219.post-77515108201442733822013-05-29T13:47:00.000+10:002013-05-29T13:47:47.069+10:00Words for Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Into the land of the living<br /> Black bleeds orange into blue<br /> I am coming to life,<br /> Light is breaking through<br /> <br /> I can hear the bells in the city<br /> Across the ancient shore<br /> I am ready to fight<br /> Let down the scarlet cord<br /> <br /> It's time to shed this masquerade<br /> <br /> You cannot love in moderation<br /> Dancing with a dead man's bones<br /> Lay your soul<br /> On the threshing floor<br /> <br /> Between the walls of the river,<br /> Shoulders bare the sacred stones<br /> We made it alive<br /> We are not alone<br /> <br /> Kiss the ground<br /> And change your name<br /> <br /> You cannot love in moderation<br /> You're dancing with a dead man's bones<br /> Lay your soul<br /> On the threshing floor<br /> <br /> I heard the distant battle drum<br /> The mockingbird spoke in tongues<br /> Longing for the day to come<br /> I set my face, forsook my fears<br /> I saw the city through my tears<br /> The darkness soon will disappear<br /> And be swallowed by the sun<br /> <br /> I am coming home<br /> I am coming home<br /> I am coming home<br /> I am coming home... </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright</span> Matthew Perryman Jones</div>
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<i>title track from the album <b>Land of the Living</b></i></div>
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