Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Be the Change you wish to see in the world

A young woman is quietly making an enormous difference to the lives of young aboriginal children in remote areas.

I was fortunate to fall upon her on Facebook, and hopefully I have contributed to her very worthy cause.

GO visit her site here on Facebook.

This should go on each card, with a kiss....

With each gift also comes my love in bucket loads, my good wishes, my hopes, inspirations and dreams for a great, proudly strong future for each and every child.

May you always suffer good health, may your word be listened to, and be respected. Tell the truth, love greatly, don't ever be afraid to step up to the mark and make a difference.

Look up to the older generation, reach down to the younger generation, be the person you know in your heart you can be.

See the world with both eyes open, embrace with both arms, laugh too much.

It's a great life.

Merry Christmas.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sketches from a plane window

A steam train of pink clouds puffed along the horizon, tooting the sun up.Flying over the city of Brisbane, bridges of reflected light cross the river, here, and here.
The Rockhampton sky is full of fog and sadness; the sun is missing. Bogs and hollows are full of water, an emerald carpet of grass edges to the river. The Fitzroy obediently flows in a straight line, past the shops and houses, past the boats and crabpots, before kicking it’s giddy way to the sea.
Fat bottomed boats turn their back to the sea with the outgoing tide.
Just south of Rockhampton is a secret place of rivers. Too lazy to immediately rush to the open seas’ embrace, they meander in a slovenly but sensuous twist and turn; their banks lined with dark green borders of mangroves and mud crabs.
Placed in between each snaking stream are areas of neat rectangles of various colours: whites, pinks, greys. Salt lakes. Slow evaporation ponds scar the land and jar the senses and rounded curves of the smaller rivers.
At low tide, acres of mud lies sunbaking in the Tropic of Capricorn sunshine watching the planes fly overhead. Lushness tickles the tree-line, and lagoons hold lily pads and many secrets. The Fitzroy strides to the oceans, impatient to be released.