Freds Courage

Fred belongs to our meditation group and has Cancer. We do allot of God bothering together with his wife, mother, brother, sister in law and about 4 other ladies not related to Fred. I don't know that much about his life. At the group tonight, Fred told us that the disease has spread to his stomach but he's not giving up hope of a miracle. Fred, it was so hard sitting there hearing you say that mate. But how much harder for you to tell us? And then.... tell us that you would like us to sing at the Requiem Mass for the funeral. Ive been bottling up unspoken intersessions in my heart for the past couple of months Fred, and I am ashamed to say that I was too scared to say my blessing and thanks aloud for the gift of you and the special grace that you have brought to our group. So I just had to say them tonight, even though I was scared because, you mate, must be way more scared than me. I was scared because of these middle aged Catholic people, might think "how dare she" "she doesn't know us" and that stupid selfish thought and the suffocating feeling stopped me from sharing aloud that I care about you and that I pray for you and that I feel some of your pain and ask for your courage to grow and honour you. Week after week you faithfully come to our group, all through winter, no matter how you feel. You are there. You 'll probably never see this or know its written here, but from now on I promise to you, that you will hear me bless and thank you, until we go our separate ways. Even then Ill miss you and send up a prayer wrapped in your name. You've touched my life in a unique way. Dona Nobis Pacem!

Yvonnes Twins

At last we know the names of the twins adopted out at birth. Susan Ann and Phillip John (later Bruce John, born on the 06/08/1949. Yvonne was 21. As yet we don't have their surnames and Sue is hoping they will phone her at some stage. Wouldn't it be lovely if it were before Christmas? I started this search at the beginning of the year, but couldn't actually have any information because I was not a close enough relative.

Pic of Yvonne and Suzzane her second daughter, supplied by Effie Robinson.

St Joseph Cafasso

We are born to love, we live to love, and we will die to love still more. --Saint Joseph Cafasso

St John Bosco's offsider.

Airing Of The Quilts-Braidwood

Went to Braidwood early this morning with Doris. Its our annual pilgrimage. Doris captures every quilt within lens distance... She does the same with the tulips at Floriade. Love her stamina.

After walking around most of the day, I think I am going to be able to get rid of the disabled park sticker in January... yoohoo!!! On track.

This is a pic of me dreaming about my bikini Ill be wearing to the Tuggers pool next winter.

Hamish 10

1997, what a year. My lovely little nephew Hamish was born. I was so priveliged to be able to see his birth. Thanks Min and Mark. I can still see his head with the tight little curls, a perfect gift of love to us all. I was the first to hold him and bless him... my boy. I was so in love that it took many weeks for the pictures to stop playing in my head, not sure Im fully recoverd.

Jalbu's- luv yas

It was so so nice to see these beautiful faces. Thanks ladies for calling me up. Got all the goss from old K-town now. Laughing when Jalbu was styling up on the raffle couch at the Hellenic, not knowing that it was part of a raffle. Listening to all the words and sayings, I have not heard uttered down here except in my imagination. Ah, all peace love and harmony again...

Meditation

Since I have been moving around so much with work, the old self esteem has been a bit unpredictable, so in the last two weeks I have been putting in the effort to meditate on a daily basis. It works wonders. I find I am much quicker with my sense of humour and also peaceful about things that happen that could really upset the apple cart if I was anxious. For instance, when I woke up this morning, I heard the birds chattering and enjoying the new day. Then I turned on to my side and I couldn't hear a thing. I wondered does that mean that I'm totally deaf or what. Sat up and then could hear them again. Bugger it, I will worry about it later and then laid back down with the good ear up. ah, it all peace love and harmony!!!

My Lovely Boy

"Tell me what you need, and Ill tell you how you get by without it"

Ori - 2005

Im still strugglin to get by without him

Elizabeth-Golden Age

Ive seen this movie twice in 4 days. I'm on a hattrick now. Booked in with Serena for a screening some time soon. There is a bit of violence in it, I think. I just closed my eyes and put my fingers in my ears.

First time around the most powerful part was at the end when she was holding the baby. I was bawling. First of all, her words about God giving her courage to bear the mighty freedom of life with out a master and then to be her self fractured me. The shot of Marys looking up from the floor before her beheading was unusally sensual. The horse jumping over the side of the ship in slow motion was spectacular. 8/10

Second time around it was the agonising over killing her cousin and that she was performing the same act as her father had done on her mother... 8.5/10

Ill keep you posted for the third screening.

Setting Site to Private

Friends

After some consideration, I have decided to set my site to Private. So if you would like to still have access to the site, please contact me as I will be doing this shortly.

Please add your email address to comments and I will pick them up from there.

Beachworth Celtic Festival

Back home after a two day stint as a touring and recording artist. Gamin! Could sleep for a week. Our choir was absolutely on FIRE. 3 performances. We stayed at the old lunatic

asylum. It was comfortable, but the doors gave away its history. Made me think of all the pain and suffering that had gone on in this place as well as what had led the people to it in the first place.

These lovely lassie, kept me entertained with the springy steps and pony tails.

Kite

Yesterday on my way home I saw a red kite flying in the park. It made me smile. My heart was glad. Two men were playing with and I thought how nice to see people doing these simple but fun things, instead of looking at it on the net.

We had so much rain yesterday. Not sure how much but it was pretty solid.

This is a pic out of my lounge room window.

Hand Over

Jennifer went to the coast with Nanny, Poppy and Sophie. I took her bedding up stairs and when she comes back she will be a CRINC rather than a SCOTT. I bawled all the way to work and just kept my self busy all day. Im sookin just writing this. Shes been the best dog, Ive had, very intelligent and self sufficient and totally faithful. I know shes going to be loved totally and will probably have a bedroom of her own that's bigger than my apartment, which makes it easier in some ways.

Strawberry for Breaky

Good morning world!!!

I woke at 5:30am, laid in bed and listen to some music on my Ipod, which always sounds better first thing in the morning for some reason. Then I remembered my strawberry that could be ripe for the picking and outside I went. This is a pic of the taste sensation. There is something beautiful about food people grow themselves. Always taste better. Must be the love.

Hey, Jennifer Mahaffey, in Carrickfergus - Good Morning, Ive been thinking about you for the last week.

Family and Community Day 2007

ACT has a holiday now on Melbourne Cup Day. Carrissa and Jason invited us kids, Lorraine, Doris, Thomas, Kerry, Wayne and me to luncheon. Its really nice to have a mum and dad that are younger than you...
I had a really nice time and the food was great. Got to see my first apple on a tree and tried Chervil for the first time, not sure of the spelling but its a salad herb and has an aniseed flavour. YUMO!

Moo, I believe you know some of these people, even if they have dark glasses on!!!

Shes waving to you, girl.

Twin Strawberries

Look at these babies! If Jenny makes a move on them, shell be sailing close to the wind.

Wet Season

We've had rain for most of the day and I'm yearning for the Northern Territory smells and sounds of the wet season. Ill get over it soon, but in the meantime..

My favorite Indigenous Poem sums it up for me.

I feel with my body, with my blood.
Feeling all these trees, all this country.
When this wind blow you can feel it.
Same for country... you feel it.

You can look, but feeling... that make you.

Big Bill Neidjie, Gagudju Elder, Kakadu.

Sharing and Caring

I'm currently at the National Library of Australia. I went to the ladies and there was a bit of a line up, so started leaning against a hand basin. This dear old chook grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the hand basin and said watch out!!! Well, I couldn't see anything there.... mmm drugs, no - too old, seeing things, maybe.. she must have read my mind and said there's water there and started putting copious amount of paper on it to dry it up. I said at least the good thing is that it will eventually evaporate! Then she told me had just been watching a mother, watching he little son learning to crawl down stairs and said PRICELESS!! Isn't that so sweet, I nearly bawled. Yes, common theme lately - Ive let the hormones take the lead.