The Grand Decision.

And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling "This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!"

And each day, it's up to you, to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say "No. This is what's important."

The Days Before Childhood.

Before now, before you're here, we're getting the world ready. We've softened all the corners. We've taken all the chemicals out of everything we've ever made and used them to make fireworks to mark your arrival. We've invented leaves that fall 20% slower and are 100% more fun to fall into. We made new colours. We made snow. We made summer holidays. We've even created something called a "puppy" and a "kitten" and you may choose which one you prefer when you get here. Which is where we are now. Before you are born.

The Sunny Sunday.

It was such a beautiful day this Sunday.

Mitchell and I made our veggie patch.

And I planted our potatoes too.

Dad, Mom & Craig put up the fence on our Belle's new play pen!

She can't wait to move in!

The World Woke Up.

 

 

Please don't open your eyes.

The world is wrong today.

I don't want you to see it.

Those dreams of burning cars, of bankers crying in the streets, of the earth shaking, they're not dreams.

Just stay warm for now.

Just for a little while now.

Before it hits.

Before it takes.

Nine Eleven.

There's a scary anniversary coming, and unless you've been floating in a pool of mercury, behind the walls of sealed cavern, within the bowels of an arctic mountain, screaming to yourself, as loud as you can, then you've already heard a lot of about it. A lot. And this is just the prelude.

Saddam Hussein would have called it the Mother of All Anniversaries. Then again, look where his talent for hyperbole got him.

It all reminds me of some sinister motion picture from the fifties, when black and white film was either overexposed or starless, just shades and shapes in shifting ashes, and everything cued by racing violins. Clouds boiling in the half darkness - monstrous static-filled cumulonimbus, flickering with the shredded hearts of crumbled lightning, spitting leaden tears and electric venom in the shape of sharpened crosses.

America is always compelling, fascinating, the big man in the room. Only now we have the brooding colossus, still movie-star handsome and commanding, but slumped by the window of his crumbling fortress, seemingly under siege, staring out over a devastated landscape. Is it real or imagined? He sees the menacing smoke on the distant horizon but none of the fires in his own fields. There are masked men and peasants, bombs and scraps. Why do his thoughts seem so illogical? He mumbles. He threatens the twilight, and then the rain. The rest of the world wonders - is this a giant traumatized, a golem in the grips of a terrible dream, or has the light gone forever, and a certain madness descended?  I guess what I am really asking: is this anniversary about memory or a haunting?

Ten years, two wars, thousands murdered, tens of thousands killed, millions ruined, billions spent, a ill-fated cowboy, a hollow professor, bag men and crooks, hate-filled fanatics, lie machines and fear factories, the city on the hill surrounded by guard dogs, barking at the night. But everyone's still hoping for a happy ending, because as America goes, so does the weather, and all the lights that follow.

The Shooting Cloud.

If you're tired of trying to fall asleep, sleep on it and try again tomorrow.

If you're all out of promises, I have one left for you: The Earth is still here as long as you're alive.

If you want to yell out your frustrations, I'll understand, just understand that the whole world is screaming, mostly complaining about the noise.

If you're worried about having the poetry knocked out of you when you're older, don't. Old blood bleeds as good as new.

If you've got nothing left to feel, just pay the bill and walk away.

If there's anything else, let me know.

Dream.

The Conscious.

Learn to appreciate what you have,

before time makes you appreciate what you had.



The Weather Chart.

The Woodstock.

And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devils bargain
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

The Soul Saver.

I just wanted to let you know, it's not how far you fall, it's how you land.

Actually, it's probably the sudden stop at the end.

Galvanised.

Found this while browsing the internet Galvanised at Millthorpe - can't wait until they get their online shop up and running!!

The Domain.

Failure is the universe’s way of telling you to either try harder or try something else. Nothing more. Nothing less

The Sheer Lack of Existence.

I'm made of dreams and memories.

I am made of misheard whispers in the dark.

I am made of glances across crowded rooms.

Of the closeness of strangers in a line outside a movie.

I am made of the corners of your mouth.

I am made of awkward elevator rides and the lack of security one finds on a doorstep, at the end of the evening, when one has enjoyed the company of another.

I am made of the train tracks that take me home.

I am made of ghost notes, from songs you never heard.

So forgive my absence. But I was never really here to begin with, anyway.

The Rose Tinted Glasses

You reach a certain age where you learn how to walk through a crowded party without stepping on anyone's feet. You reach a certain age where you learn how to wear the skin you've been given. You reach a certain age where you can look at your relationships to other people completely objectively. Apparently.

The List of Reasons.

 

 

That the way light bounces off your skin has nothing to do with who you are.

That smokers believe they need to die a little, just to go outside.

That art has always hated the frame you put it in and would lash out, kicking and screaming in the streets, if you gave it half a chance.

That the way lovers touch can not be communicated in words, no matter how often or how hard you try.

That your body fights your mind and your mind fights your soul and your soul fights the world, to try and figure out what you are.

That sometimes, you're just tired.

That's all.

The Day the World Stopped.

No one moved.

Someone was throwing a can away when it happened and the can just hung in the air. A man was getting into his car, turning the radio on. A shopping bag was stuck in midswing, carried by a frozen shopper. Birds in the sky just stayed where they were. And then, you turned to me and said

"Now we can be alone."

The Physics in the Air.

And I promise you I'll hold your hand back. I'll sit back and enjoy it. I'll laugh at lightning. I'll giggle at thunder. I'll drink raindrops. I'll lean into the wind. I'll see the sun come out. And one day, I'll cry for a storm that's passed, never to come again.

P.S.  I'll keep you wild.

The Souls Lost at Sea.

I walk the pier.

This is what makes the continents stay at bay.

This is what makes us aliens.

This is what makes the world float.

This is what makes us dive.

This is what makes the sky blue.

This is what makes us drown.

This is what makes the sun sink.

This is what makes us breath the air.

This is what makes the distance between you and me.

And it's just water.

I walk the pier.

The Blurred Edges.

The world you love spins so fast, all I can do is throw words at it.

And hope they become pictures.

Green is the new black.

So I've decide I only want greens and associated colours in our bedroom!

Here are my wish list items!

Must upload some of the recent pictures...

This lovely Vintage Green Pendant Lamp is only $64.94!

Mint Julep Bloomers Knickers for $27.97

Vintage Wood Farm Stool with Olive Green Woven Seat for $60.61

Green Hydrangea Bloom Pillow for $32.63



Vogue would love this...

Actually, she probably wouldn't give two hoots.

But it suits me.

Authentic French Crate Cat Bed.

It's a bit steep for my pay packet at $115.00 though!

Check out her shop: Cadeaux de Catherine

Raccoon Tail.

I just bought a new key ring!

Yay.

I'm really happy with this! It's a lovely tanned raccoon tail, very soft and supple looking. It's been attached to a black deer leather strip, so it can be tied to anything I wish. It's been finished off with a gorgeous wire wrapped turkey feather, that gleams wonderful colors in the right light! The total length of tail is approximately 11 inches.

And bonus... Some of the proceeds from this sale will be donated directly back into wildlife conservation.

Sewing Machine.

Would like to thank my mother for purchasing me my first sewing machine!

...

Thanks Mom!

... Now I just need my sweet Fiance to put some shelves up on the walls of my craft room!

twenty one.

Wow!
So all of a sudden I'm no longer a freshman to the "twenties".
Friday, 17th June 2011 I had my wisdom teeth removed. All four.
I went under for it. Strange feeling that was. Never been under general before.
And yesterday, Friday, 24th June 2011 was my 21st birthday.
On Thursday, Steph took me out to lunch at This Cafe.
Great stuff. And she spoiled me rotten with a hamper made from all sorts of things.
Vintage luggage case. Birds nest. Viles of shells. Coffee candles. Sequin bird. Bird magnets. Tea cup & saucer. A vintage tin with candies. Hand sewn bunting flags from her encyclopedia of when she was 7.
Just to name a few things.

We also went shopping.
Was great.
I bought my first rustic bird cage from Rosie Macks.
and some rusty old key cut outs and hessian from Palace.

My gift list from others consists of:
A Queen size Pine bed - Dad & Mom
Marc Jacobs Daisy 100ml EDP - Mitchell
Box of Roses chocolates - Brother Craig
Tropical Green Canningvale Bath sheets & Jewellery box - Nanny Mahnken

Will continue soon.

Celebrated my night at the local Lilydale Pub.
Exciting stuff, seriously.
(Mom close your eyes here - 'Cause I probably got more "happy" than you told me too)
Most bought me a beverage to celebrate.
I managed to polish off 2 bottles of Gossips Sweet Lips Dolcetto & Syrah Red wine.
2 Jagi Bombs.
1 Rattlesnake.
1 Orgasm
1 Tequila, salt & lemon. (*Cringes*!)
1 Redskin Vodka

Aye Yai Yai!

Tonight I'm celebrating with family.

Take care.

Madame Vogue.

New member to the family.

This is Vogue, Madame Vogue.

She's a Munchkin, that's actually a breed of cat.

Sausage cat, or something.

Cute.



The Crowd Has Nothing to Envy.

The only place you'll find the perfect person, the perfect family or a perfect life is in television commercials for butter.

Audrey.

Would love to buy some of these.

I remember Audrey Kawasaki from when I was in high school.

Awesome artist. Thats all I can say, really.

The Weeping & The Laughing

Let’s pray and sing and dance for a while. Let me sing a song about you while we dine. Let’s remember to forget and forget to remember. Let’s touch the sky and kiss the ground and weep while we laugh because you mean so much while the world can mean so little.

Let’s do these things, you and I, for time is short and short is the time.

And tomorrow, we can do it again.

If you’d like?

I Will Try.

Learn four new things everyday.

Something about yourself.

Something about the people you love.

Something about the world.

And something about a stranger.

The Greeting.

The Hi-hello-how-are-you?'s. The I'm-fine-and-you?'s. The slight nod of the head. The threads that bind you to everyone else. It's coded language for a constant reassurance.

"I'm alive. You're alive too."

The Day You Stop.

One day, you will die.

You will stop and the world will carry on. Lovers will love. Others will shop, laugh and cry. Sometimes alone. Sometimes together. The radio will keep playing.

But you will be gone.

Only the love you gave, the souls you touched and the people you changed, will remain.

They will carry on for you. They will pick up where you left off.

There is nothing to be sad about here.

The Doing.

Some days it seems like it'll never end. Like there's just too much to do.

The reality of the situation is, you'll never be finished. If you finish all the work you've got to do, you'll find more to do. You can never really reach the end.

So accept that. Be ok with it. Find the peace you're looking for in the now. In this moment.

Right now. Every now.

The Series.

There are moments of such

pure,

sublime,

unparalleled perfection,

that they will force you to close your eyes,

and hold on to them as best you can.

Life is a series of these moments.

Everything else is just waiting for them.

The Red Sky at Night.

Today, no planes flew into any buildings.

Today, there was no fire falling from the sky.

Today, there were no riots in the streets.

Today, the news was mostly just about famous people.

Today, no shaky footage was recorded of children running from a burning village.

Today, not one person stood in front of a tank.

Today, no one put flowers in the rifle barrels of guns.

Today, you will check your mail.

Today, no shots rang out over a black cavalcade.

Today, there was no negotiated revolution.

Today, no flags were burned.

Today, sport will be played and people will be upset over the outcome.

Tomorrow however, is a new day.

The One and Nothing.

One.

Two words.

Then three words.

The fourth is "love".

The fifth word is "you".

Six say: "I love you", twice.

I can't begin to comprehend seven words.

Eight is far, you and I are closer.

In nine words time, we'll be reaching the conclusion.

And ten - which is just one, nothing and the end.

At the end of the tunnel.

If you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, make sure it's not the flames from the bridges you've burnt.

The difference between the two.

Love the people who give you what you need.

Be careful of the people who give you what you want.

Luggage

If you buy a bigger bag, you will find more to carry.

Sometimes a smaller bag is better.

Wake up call.

Just so you realise....

While you have been living in the past,

the present has happened.

Hate to break it to ya.