In the them of my latest writing adventure, my plan is to have a non first hand, or all home made christmas this year.
So with my schedule, its going to be well planned.
I have this idea to make funky cushions, shaped like strange looking animals for my young nearest and dearest and along this line I found this collection of free patterns that is amazing.
So going back to the topic that never was, the movie ‘The girl in the cafe’. A movie that challenges on the area of relational weirdness, love and making poverty history.
What inspired me the most, is the dialouge between two very random individuals, and the beauty the create together in relationship.
It so speaks loudly to this amazing quote…
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Following on from yesterday, I hurriedly rang Planet rentals in Mt Lawley, desperate to watch the film written by Richard Curtis called ‘the girl in the cafe’.
It was so random. Random in a good sense not a bad one. I found myself so uncomfortable, but it was so necessary. Particularily in the area of love and also in the area of our response to making poverty history.
Some of you who have read this blog, for a while will see a strong theme, standing out, which to mel, relates straight back to creative inspiration. Because out of nothing, thats when you truly see the creative power of an almightly God.
Its easy to come up with fresh, new and innovative ideas when you are sitting in a cafe, lactated by caffine and placated by cool cafe sounds.
But creativity that rises from the ashes of brokenness are those ideas that will challenge and change the world.
Why can’t we come up with creative ideas or ways to make poverty history.
So back to my initial plot for this blog. Richard Curtis, what a legend! He is a writer, he is background, he seems quite unassuming and shy, yet he is making a world of difference. Writer of movies such as ‘ Nottinghill’, ‘Love Actually’, ‘Four weddings and a funeral’, need I say more. Oh and yes the writer of a small comedy movement called ‘Mr Bean.’
Side note: saying of Mr Bean, Rowan Aitkinson said to him about comedy…’If the people in Egypt don’t think its funny, then its not!’
Anyways, then his list of creative inspirations go on to include, the motivation and inspiration behind the Make poverty history movement, also the creator of red nose day…
Need I say more.
He said in the interview yesterday on creativity ‘If you have a ghost of an idea, write it down.’ also ‘Creativity, don’t be so romantic about it!’
Maybe I might talk about the movie girl in the cafe tommorrow.
Am being random, but just trying to get something on a page, that for me is a lifelong pursuit of understanding.
Sitting in the last session yesterday afternoon, at the global leadership summit, IÂ became increasingly uncomfortable. Mostly from one take of raw footage that made me miss valued hours of sleep, in the middle of the night last night.
In the midst of this following interview is some raw footage of a girl in a yellow dress.
She haunts me.
Mostly I am haunted by that man who walks past completely ignoring this fourish year old in her bright yellow dress.
I sat in my big blue compfy chairs, I sat in my $100 black jacket brought in Auckland, sat with my boots, jeans and stuff, with a coffee next to me, that probably cost more than what this girl got in months.
She spent 2 mins and 3 seconds, 2 mins and 3 seoconds that I never want to forget, rearranging her bed, on the streets, outside a shop, a bed of a pile of something, a hessian bag and thats it.
I lay in my four poster, queen size bed, with a bed side table, two doonas, in my peter alexander pj’s, in frustration at my lack of sleep.
Go figure.
I remember this photo that prophetically haunted me in the slums of Khlong Toei as I waited with Sr Joan, with her milk run in June last year.
I seriously want to make a difference in a world full of little girls in yellow dresses.
Captured. Heart broken. empassioned to eradicate this travesty!
I love this photo or Riah and Molly’s boots shooting up into the sky. There is something so indescribable about waking up to the sound of lots of children playing and nature in the background.
Family is such a risk, you walk on the tightrope between vulnerability, honesty and complete belief and faith. I love my family and after a long weekend with them I’m even more in love.
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Riah and Molly waiting for their gumnut creative contraptions (its a boat aunty manda) to float under the bridge. A fuzzy photo but a very clear moment captured.
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NOW King William, having his bath, having a ball. Not much else to say.
Jen and Charlie. Oh my, loves of my life. Beautiful.
If you get time, get out in nature with your nearest and dearest. Despite, the lack of showers, the mozzies and the campfire smoke…Chocolate wrapped with Marshmellows burnt on a stick sitting with your family is a moment worth capturing.
Crazy noises, much laughter, significant conversations and bed time stories read by torchlight, contain substance of memories that last a lifetime.
