Place: Milkd

Poison: Long Black with hot water on side

Favourite Things: Getting my hair done today (wohoo!)

Spring is here! This last weekend in Perth, Western Australia has been just delightful. Today is a little smokey, but the weekend has been breathtaking.

The way the light reflects and bounces from tree to tree. The way the flowers come out of hiding. The way lovers walk hand in hand, as if winter has stolen those sacred moments.

I love the dance of children as their eyes twinkle with delight. The smell of tiger lillies that have been extended as a gift of friendship.

Spring is my favourite time of year. A time of new life, a time of expression, a hint of the summer hue that brings freshness to the cycle of the year.

Most of all I love japanese spring blossoms. On the street of my favourite cafe they are begging to bloom.

Its the anticipation of spring that entices me.

Anticipation brings freshness to my everyday.

Inspired

A

 

Place: My Office

Poison: Long Black

Favourite Things: Thinking about my friends…

Well I have found inspiration for my birthday party. More details to come.

Here is a teaser though, some of my favourite people in the whole world are flying in for it!

 

Without friendship, without connection what is life and creativity really about?

Selfish creativity to me is so insular and defeating.

I love to live a life surrounded by cheerleaders who encourage me to live bigger than myself.

LOVE YOU ALL

A

 

Place: My office 

Poison: Lindt Chocolate (feeling sorry for myself) 

Favourite Things: Lindt Chocolate 

Well this morning I was thrust into Tupperwareland for the second time in two weeks. I am officially the party plan host’s worst nightmare. I am so not into Tupperware, Nutrimetics, Avon, yes the list goes on and on and on. Basically anything that forces you to buy something you wouldn’t have brought if they hadn’t made you feel sorry for them. 

Anyway- this morning whilst making scones for my bestest buddy Kym (she got sucked into having a party) I broke a glass, ruined the scones and cut my hand badly in two places. 

Without much effort my plans were completely foiled and I got to read ‘Frankie’ in Kym’s bed, whilst the Tupperware party raged on in the lounge room. 

Frankie is a great creative magazine. You need to read it with a pinch of salt, but it has many great creative concepts. 

Can’t type much more, I am milking the sore-hand-drama to the endth degree. 

Feeling sorry for me yet? 

Ouch! 

A

Place: Milkd 

Poison: Long Black with hot water 

Favourite Things: Andrea in her pale blue scarf 

Creativity and Relationships to me are so similar. How hard is it to put your ideas out there, with the premise that someone may completely reject them? How hard is it to extend your heart to someone, with it shaking in your palm?  Does that mean we should never create? Does that mean we never should love? No. Does that mean that it is scary as hell? Does that mean that our heart quivers and our palms are sweating with anxiety? Yes. 

C.S. Lewis, one of my favourite authors puts it this way… ‘To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it careful round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable…The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers of love…is Hell!’  Creativity and Love co-exist in the land of vulnerability.  Don’t live safe; it only leads to a very boring place. 

Scared 

A

PS- Today is the first day of spring, one day closer to summer. Bring it on! (I love it)  

Place: Kym Rolle’s Palace 

Poison: Chardonnay and Cigar (only joking) 

Favourite Things: Oprah Magazine 

After a big day in the office, I have retired to kym’s house for a glass of wine and some idol action! 

ahhh, anyways my Oprah subscription arrived in perfect timing yesterday to inspire this tired creative soul. 

This poem stopped me in my tracks. 

I will not die an unlived life 

I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. 

I choose to inhabit my days, 

to allow my living to open me, 

to make me less afraid, more accessible 

to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, 

a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance, 

to live so that which came to me as a seed goes to the next as a blossom, 

and that which came to me as a blossom, goes on as fruit. (Dawna Markova) 

I love to live my life with a bigger perspective. I want to live with the understanding that ‘we were all destined to nourish and grow that which is given.’ I long to be someone who leaves an imprint where I have tramped, to care for and bring life to all parts of my world. 

I long to live without fear, nourishing the souls of all that come accross my path, not just some. 

I want to be more accessible as a person, so that I can live beyond myself. 

Despite the pain, to be discontent unless I am growing! 

Challenged… 

A