Author: Amanda Viviers

Place: My Office

Poison: Diet Sprite

Favourite Things: Kym rolle is back in Australia

We are getting ready for a big easter weekend here at work. With a promenade theatre piece where the crowd walk through a dramatisation of the crucifixtion of Christ, then a creative program about the open door of Grace, leading into a huge outdoor movie event where we are watching a movie called ‘Evan Almighty!’

So its going to be a huge weekend of lots of fun and celebrations.

Post Easter however I am flying to a place called Wiluna.

I am going to spend a couple of days and going out to hang at some Aborginal settlements.

I am so excited about visiting this part of the great west but mostly I am stirred about the indigenous people of our land, and the way that history has done them a raw deal.

I am sure to have many photos and stories sometime soon, but my heart is leaping at the privelege of going.

If you are in Perth, I am collecting easter eggs to take up to the children.

These are the same children that we gave christmas presents just recently!

Stoked.

A

 

Place: Sydney

Poison: Water

Favourite Things: black belt I found in Claudines car! left here in january…

Unicef and the united nations have declared 20th March world water day.

There are so many great organisations who work tirelessly on providing sanitation and proper water hygenine for the world.

The tap that you walk 5 metres to pour a drink of water from, the toilet you flush without thinking, the reticulation that spurs your herb garden on with… is a privilege.

Donate today.

The simplicity of water is a luxury most of the world does not enjoy.

A

Place: Back in my Office-yehaaaaa….

Poison: an easter egg (yep I know so illegal, considering no resurrection yet!)

Favourite Things: New Computer with a flat screen.

Okay I have a confession to make. Those who know me and maybe those who don’t? ahhh would have an inkling that I danced and taught dance for many years as my job before this one.

I have some mad photos, that shall never be published and some even madder vides, that are totally free wheeling in random family video boxes out there.

Despite this vunderable confession…

I have an even graver one.

I AM COMPLETELY ADDICTED TO SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE. The new Australian one.

And JD was my favourite.

Check this out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NQ3cMHVdEA&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLGyqSX0m0c

He was voted out last night.

I am sooooooo desperately upset.

I know, I know, I know sad

Anyways.

That’s my confession.

Peace out

A

PLace: Qantas Club

Poison: Long Black

Favourite Things: on way back to perth

Yesterday was a moment captured. One of our favourite friends got married yesterday. Marriage and celebrating moments are so special.

 

To be in a room, with people who love your friend so much. To pray, support, remember, encourage and believe for a new life of togetherness, is one of lifes true priveleges.

On my way home now. So looking forward to Easter.

REALLY!

lovin

AMPs

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