Place: West End Deli

Poison: Long Mac

Favourite Things: my iphone of course. I am obsessed!!!

We have spent the afternoon in the chemotherapy with the most amazing woman. Sr monica spent her youth as a teacher, she actually taught my mum and her twin in geraldton.

Then she spent 30years in Thailand serving the poor and teaching english to students. She is the most generous woman, who at the moment is battling a crazy cancer that has attached itself to her liver.

Every friday from now as she sits in subiaco, at the chemo centre and we are going to hang out. She is going to teach me thai, in preparation for my upcoming trip to Thailand.

I am so blessed to know her, I will never forget the morning in Thailand two years ago when she made me get up very early and walk to mass. It was so delightful. 5 am walking along a thai road, watching the buddist monks walk their early morning blessing walk.

As we walked along this road, I was reminded of the simplicity of life and the importance of space and meditation.

She is such a delight what a privilege to have fridays with monnie!

Much love

A

Place: Busselton, Western Australia 

Poison: Herbal Tea, chamomile, spearmint, rose buds and more… 

Favourite Things: My old laptop back, its like writing with an old friend. The keys feel familiar. 

I’m Broke 

Are you broke? I am… 

Each of us carry many backpacks filled with the memories and wounds from past hurt and brokenness. Over the last few days in many different ways I have met people whose expectations have not matched up and have felt really despondent and disappointed with life. 

What I have found, in my life, the times of my deepest disappointment have been days or seasons where my perspective is warped and so often the expectations and the hopes are the ones that I have set up for myself rather than by others. 

Does this make sense? Basically my thought is- life’s perspective is changed by the expectations and goals that I set for myself rather than the ones given to us by others. And when we freak out, blaming others for missing the mark, blaming others for what they do wrong, blaming others full stop, it has more to do with what is happening in our world, than theirs. 

That’s why I am so enlivened by the concept and reality of grace. No matter what happens, no matter how disappointed we maybe with ourselves or others, grace covers and makes up for where we lack. 

Its not a soft, fairy, weak grace! It is a strong, relevant, raw and tough one. 

Live life with a knowledge of the grace that has been extended to you. It will shape the perspective you have of others and how you respond to everything that happens in your world.

Place: West End Deli

Poison: Long Black

Favourite Things: books. Any. all. words. words. words

Your soul is the one thing in our world that cannot be purchased on ebay! It comprises of the essential parts of YOU. Your true nature. Your constant companion. Your personality. You.

While it may be impossible to entirely understand your soul, commit to nourishing it or you will loose your way! Our soul needs to be developed, nutured and loved. As much as our physical being. If not more.

Aristotle said it this way…

‘to dwell on what is good, beautiful and true.’

The bible says

‘whatever is lovely, whatever is noble, whatever is true…think on these things.’

How do you cherish your soul?

What is it that feeds your soul?

for polly my flatmate…its fabric softener and white sheets hanging on the line

for my mum…its finding a new creative passion

for bonnie…its a new dress, apple mac computer and a black leather lounge

for me…sticky date pudding

soul-care

Don’t allow anyone to make you believe that it can be for sale.

It cant

A

Place: West End Deli

Poison: Long Black

Favourite Things: Mondays. Long. Slow. touring through the shops kind of mondays.

There is a song from a band called ‘Leeland’ that has been totally wrecking me.

Every time I hear the words, it completely stops me. Stills me and reminds me what I want my life to be about.

Here they are…

There are many prodigal sons
On our city streets they run
Searching for shelter
There are homes broken down
People’s hopes have fallen to the ground
From failures

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We’re crying for them come back home
We’re crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

There are schools full of hatred
Even churches have forsaken
Love and mercy
May we see this generation
In it’s state of desperation
For Your glory

This is an emergency!

Sinner, reach out your hands!
Children in Christ you stand!
Sinner, reach out your hands!
Children in Christ you stand!

And all Your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

The sense of urgency and immediacy that cries out from this ballad is so confronting.

Listen to this song.

Be inspired.

ouch

A

Place: West End deli

Poison: Long Black

Favourite Things: rockin 90’s hard rock playing in the background. Hilarious, I feel like Im 17 again.

I recieved the most fabulous little magazine advertising rugs. Yep floor rugs.

What made the publication fabulous though, was the short story about an Indigenous Australian Artist, whose canvases have been made into the most amazing floor rugs.

Her name is Minne Pwerle, she started painting in 1999 and she died in 2006. So her 7 year painting career was short lived, but was indelible.

Minnie’s main Dreamings convey her love and frespect for the land, its ability to sustain and the ceremonies around the dreamings.

 

It is amazing what one woman has done in such a short space of time.

Inspirational!

A