“Be swift in the path of holiness, and enter the heaven of communion with Me. Cleanse thy heart with the burnish of the spirit, and hasten to the court of the Most High.” Baha’u’llah
For Irene
On a hill nobody wanted to call home
with a water tank no longer in use
nobody wanted this place.
Then a woman with vision
saw a chance for independence
a space for shelter
and beauty.
She made it her place
installed pathways
and gardens
and transformed that water tank
into a home.
And around it were pathways
and seats
cubbies
sculptures
mosaics and blooms.
A space for dreaming
meditating
composing.
A space to burnish the
spirit.
A place people love
to visit
a blessed and
creative home.
There has been little time to keep up with the blog, but a lot of writing has been happening off line.
During November and December I travelled to South Australia to research the story of Uncle Fred Murray.
I kept a travel journal whilst in South Australia researching the story of Uncle Fred Murray and friends. It ended up about 20 thousand words of reflections, questions and discoveries. Some of it may be part of the book I end up writing.
During my time there I met up with an old friend Maurice Nicholsen. Maurice is working on writing his life story. It has been 18 years since I last saw Maurice. How quickly time passes. We discussed some ways he could start writing his story and the main thing being to do a bit each day, and use triggers of photographs, as well as construct a timeline and a vision for his story.
I took a lot of photographs of the trip. I made many discoveries for my research and came across old photographs in people’s family collections. I made new friends and connected with old friends like Maurice but also my dear friend Marjorie Tidman. I had not seen Marjorie in many years.
Maurice, Marjorie and June
During the trip away Marjorie and I had many interesting yarns. We talked about so many things, including the process of writing and research, the role of the artists and spiritual topics as well. Marjorie introduced me to some books, and also told me how she had once run into a young Troy Cassar Daley.
It was very uplifting to be in the company of these two!
Although I don’t wish to share the journal of my journey on the blog, as I wish to save it be a writing tool for the book, I will share some photographs of the trip away and reflect on some of the memories that surrounded my research explorations.
I am inspired to write some poems based on the journey as well!
Ripple Poetry 