I am not one for following celebrities. I find the scene irritating and shallow. Not to mention fickle. Today’s darlings are tomorrow’s sources of mockery. Elevated or torn to shreds by tabloid one-liners. Airbrush or not to airbrush? Depends on whether people love to love them or love to [...]
Archive for the ‘personal’ Category
22 Jun
It must be love…
For a long time I have been pondering what it means to love God. Contrary to some obscure what kind of “defective personality test are you” test I took randomly on Facebook (why take such things you may well ask? At least I didn’t publish it!), I am not wooden, but nor am I given [...]
28 Dec
Ho Ho Ho Hum….
Hope you all like the snow traipsing across my screen – I thought I had better do something a little festive here to mark the season! Please don’t misinterpret my title for any scrooge like disdain for Christmas. On the contrary, I think it is a wonderful time of the year. I love the holidays, [...]
5 Oct
Poetry in motion
Tonight we enjoyed a sumptuous Japanese meal in Brunswick street Fitzroy (and no, for those of you who read my blog as regularly as I get around to posting on it, this is not going to be another post on the delights of Japanese cuisine). Afterwards we watched contemporary dance companies Idle Hands and Random [...]
26 Aug
Wide brown expanse
I am away on holidays at the moment, and have travelled slowly across north west Victoria, the heart of the mallee country. Dry, salty land, treed by emaciated gums with twisted forms. A sun-drenched land with gleaming blue skies that meet a rust red horizon, a palette occasionally broken by carpets of almost [...]
15 Apr
Moments
There are moments where time seems to lag, as if the normal sixty seconds per minute rule no longer applies. Sometimes this is a blissful thing – there are those moments which you wish never cease. That sense where all is as close as we will ever find to perfection. At other [...]
6 Apr
In the Garden
These hands lovingly fashioned the universe, and knit together first man and first woman. Hands that rejoiced in the light of first day now trace the edges of an impenetrable darkness.
God incarnate, Son of Man, on his knees. Terrified. Alone. Through tears the ground is a blur. All [...]
3 Apr
Faces
On the weekend I attended a wedding. Everything was beautiful, from the bride to the distant Melbourne cityscape bathed in gentle light behind her, the bridesmaids, the three year old page boy who curiously wandered about in a kilt. The retiring sun reflected off cheery lanterns and cheerier people. The clink of glasses, glistening wine, [...]
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