Author: Amanda Viviers

Place: Kylie’s

Poison: Gum

Favourite Things: new socks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo–9mYFpVM&feature=related

On the way from Sydney to Perth, I whooped with excitement that I was sitting on the front row of economy with no-one next to me, and a plane with individual movie screens, where you can choose your movie.

Yeah your feeling it, I know. Love those planes. Make all other planes now seem so flinstoneville. Tetris. What is that!! I know, I know.

Anyway, this post is supposed to be serious.

I watched a movie that moved me to the core ‘The martian child’. As random and sci fi as it sounds, it was so compelling.

A single father, adopts a child, who believes that he is a martian. This is so strange, yet so normal considering the levels of rejection this young child has faced.

How often do we respond to situations with a level of complexity, because it is the only way we know how.

The beauty of this movie, is this father, allowed this child to be himself and truly find out the normalcy in the expression of his past.

What is normal anyway?

I am so challenged by this notion right now. How often do we try to change people to try and fill our need for acceptance and try to make people fit the box of normal.

If we are all unique and if we are really honest with ourselves, then there is no normal. There is no status quo. There is no bar. The people who set it, are so unaware of their own complexity and their own level of plastic shaped normalcy.

BE NORMAL…what is that?

I cried so deeply for the hours I wasted as a child trying to be normal.

God I so hope one day I can have a child, or adopt one and have enough guts to empower them to be unique and transparent in the expression of who they truly are.

A

Place: On the train

Poison: Water

Favourite Things: Space and ipods

I am on a train in Sydney, travelling from paramatta to the city. Groovin with Alicia Keys challenging my thoughts and the everyday perspective I hold about people.

I am struck by a little old man wearing an apricot short sleeved shirt, his peace pervades our carriage, Part japense part maori, maybe, or is it nepalese.

Then I twist to see a chinese student with a glow slogan tshirt, hidden by an army overcoat. He seems so sad, so withdrawn, most likely so deep in thought not even aware that I am intrigued by him.

Then a guy with a red shirt (pulp fiction at that) with his lunch in a plastic bag, It looks like yoghurt, maybe cream cheese. He’s so on his way to a uni class to study graphic design or even media studies.

The business indian man who has just seated himself next to me exudes confidence in his purple, pink, blue and red striped shirt. Who was it that designed it, was it manufactured by children in china…why am I so judgemental, what made him by the shirt, did his mum, wife or girlfriend? Who is he talking to on his cell phone? He’s so not enjoying the conversation.

The old couple accross from me were quite disgusted by the backpackers carrying a large bottle of toohey’s beer in their hands. As they left the husband (or is it partner, maybe their having an affair) in their 60’s whispers sweet nothings into his wife’s ears (no they are definately married) that make her smile. The simplicity of their intimacy is so birthed in marriage.

Thats the thing about humanity…So different, yet so the same.

I believe we reflect the image of God.

Man he must be one crazy cat!!

Indescribable.

A

Place: Clauds Office Sydney

Poison: Water

Favourite Things: flower power resteraunt.

Last night on a 5 hour plane trip, I read the qantas magazine from cover to cover. This trip is only a week long, and I didnt bring any books to read (unusual, bible not included its an appendage that goes wherever I go). Despite no books, I have 6 different journals with me. Crazy hey!

I am intending on writing a lot this week, thus the journals. Anyway…miss verbose this morning…

Whilst reading the mag, I read an article which was really challenging. (I ripped it out too. smile)

It basically showed the statistics in Australia about both divorce and working hours for the average Australian over a life time and compared them to the early 1800’s.

Cool hey!

What they surmised, is that the divorce rate in Australia has in fact not increased, it has actually increased. The average length of a marriage is over 20 years. How challenging is that theory!!

Also we retire earlier, we work 27% less hours than our forefathers in the 1800’s did. Our lifestyles are easier with the change in technology. Yes we may pack more into a day, but we actually work less not more. Our work days are more flexible, we have more disposable income and definatley more choice. We travel more, which means we holiday more.

Perspective gained. Its actually not as bad as we all say it is.

There is just more choice.

I want to choose well.

A

Place: My Office

Poison: Berroca

Favourite Things: perfume in oil

Easter is just around the corner and we have been working on the presentation for months.

Check this out!

 

If your in Perth, come and visit.

A

Place: My Office

Poison: Orange Juice

Favourite Things: You tube

I have just been researching some information for our next months theme and it’s called ‘Praygrence’. Someone sent me this link and it completely cracked me up.

Go with it.

Amen!