Author: Amanda Viviers

Place: At Green Tea Cup Club- Location (top secret)

Poison: Chai Latte

Favourite Things: Polly & Bonnie

Well, this week after much soul searching, I have come face to face with a couple of little, but startling mistakes. When you move so fast and life keeps on steaming on, we all make mistakes. Its good to address them, maybe ask forgiveness from those closest and then move right along addressing the problems and making the necessary changes.

When it comes to creativity though, sometimes there are mistakes or parts of our expressions of creativity where those mistakes create an authenticity, that makes the artwork fresh!

In my book Capture- 30 days of inspiration, I had an amazing editor, Sarah Churchill, who helped me keep it real, but edited the mistakes out of my book, without editing out my creativity and voice.

Despite both our fine tooth combing of the commas, question marks and abbreviations, we came a cropper with a few small grammatical errors in the book.

Here is one mistake. ‘Map Page- Hannah Story- instead of Hannah’s Story’

Have you found any others?

Humbly yours

A

Place: Milkd

Poison: Cappuccino

Favourite things: Book ‘Great Speeches- words that made history’

I have a random book that lazes on my bedside table, begging for me to read and get some late night inspiration. And last night that I did!

It is a book of great speeches that made a difference in history. The one that captured my attention last night was from our former Prime Minister, John Curtin (held office 1941-1945).

This speech went over the airwaves to support Australia’s allegiance to America in its war against Japan.

‘I speak to you from Australia. I speak from a united people to a united people, and my speech is aimed to serve all the people of the nation’s united in the struggle to save mankind…We have all made mistakes, we have all been too slow; we have all sown weakness- all of us! This is not a time to wrangle about who is most to blame. Now our eyes are open.’

My eyes are open. I have never been exposed to war before in my life, and one month ago I arrived back from the Middle East, in which I spent one week in the most beautiful village on the border of Syria and Israel in South Lebanon called ‘Mimess’. Mimess and its people have captured my heart and since I have been back I have been a wreck trying to figure out what I can possibly do to make a difference in the political and humanitarian mess, called the Middle East.

Many of my friends and family who have taken the time to notice what is happening are asking, How did this happen? Who is too blame? And I truthfully hold the same sentiments as John Curtin. We are all to blame! I hate war, I hate it right to the very core, but sometimes there is nothing else that can bring change to the hearts filled with much pride, arrogance and selfishness.

Many generations that have gone before us, (in fact I would say all generations) have been confronted someway by war. However, I don’t want to live my life encased by my cushy, cafe-enhanced everyday, without being aware and making a difference to what is happening today, right now, on our planet.

But what can I do, But what change can one very flawed, wreck of a woman, sitting here in Perth, Western Australia bring to Mimess, Lebanon.

That is right where creativity becomes powerful. Creativity is the ability to take something confusing, baffling, and emotional, bringing some sense of reality and purpose to it.

I pray today that I would find some divine inspiration; so that I can do something to help those children I played soccer with on the streets of Mimess. I hope that I can help in someway to let the lady I helped redecorate her fruit fridge, know that my thoughts and prayers are with her and her family and that they are not forgotten.

Affected, but so willing to do something to bring change!
A

Place: Riverview Auditorium  

Poison: Diet Coke  

Favourite things: Riverview Music Team, rehearsing!  

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?  

Thou are more lovely and more temperate.  

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,  

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.  

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,  

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;  

And every fair from fair sometime declines,  

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.  

But thy eternal summer shall not fade  

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;  

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,  

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,  

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,  

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.  

William Shakespeare  

Although today was nothing like a summer’s day, it was a fine one indeed. Started with a coffee and a stroll, then a brief drop in on some breakfast lovin, then bridesmaids shopping, finished with a catnap in the arvo! Who can complain about that.  

Whilst shopping with Miss Elly and Tam, I found Morrison’s, new summer catalogue which Shakespeare’s finest sonnet was spotted throughout.  

Here’s a toast to a hot chocolate, with lots of marshmallow’s and syrypy type of winter’s day. I hope someone writes a poem like this about me one day, ‘When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st’  

Am I like a summers day? Warm, embracing, inspiring and fresh!  

Sleepily  

A