Archive | May, 2012

It’s official: My husband is a genius.

28 May

It’s official: I share my life with a genius.

In saying this, I suppose you can accuse me of trumpet-blowing. Nonetheless, I’ll continue.

When my eyes fell on the large-text sub-heading in The Sydney Morning Herald last Thursday that re-iterated this announcement, a mixture of emotions overtook me. Pride and respect figured prominently; because I’m only human. I’m more than happy to be the wife of such a man; Ron, my husband.

It seems not so well recognized; the mind-boggling fact that Ron is, in fact, self taught. To me at least, it’s almost incomprehensible that the Grand Organ in the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall could be created by someone without formal qualifications; someone who had read up on Organ Building in the Mitchell Library, and set to work making these instruments.  Ultimately, he was chosen to bring the magnificent idea of this huge Grand Organ into fruition. Yes,  it’s true!

But then, this isn’t the end of Ron’s amazing abilities. Who else could design and make his own glider, at home, again without formal qualifications? And, in due course, get into it and fly like an eagle for two hours, a mile above the ground.

And so, with all this in mind, I’m more than honoured that he has encouraged my writing in no small way; even editing the volumes and creating the covers. Aren’t I lucky?

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By the River

24 May

I looked across the river, towards the railway bridge a mile away. The sky seemed to emanate a special kind of beauty: the gentle beauty of heavily clouded days, with chinks of colour shining through.

Seemingly of their own accord, my eyes turned to the water, and instantly I gazed upon the wondrous reflections of the sky, especially those cheery shimmers of blue that mingled amongst the grey.

I turned away, taking in the trees: the tall gums, the petal-free Christmas bush. A flock of white cockatoos swooped, finally landing on a distant shore.

The skies are grey, but life is good.

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There’s Something about Dancing….

20 May

There’s something about dancing! Where else than at such a venue would you perform that way; smile at strangers near and far; display exuberance in such an unashamed manner?

Can you imagine the stares that such behaviour would attract in any other situation? The degree of self-consciousness that one would normally feel if one was being watched by a crowd, showing your reactions to your feelings?

And of the music itself: a type of therapy, I believe, that at least for a while  makes us focus on something outside our own little world, and can invoke all kinds of emotions.

Music and dancing, especially ad-lib dancing, must surely hold a very special place in society. Where would we be without it?

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Here Comes Winter!

15 May

Our  garden in carpeted in brown and yellow leaves. Even the stragglers are drifting away, and, for the first time for many months, the bare bones of our imposing maple tree appear in all their nakedness. It tells me what I already know: winter is just around the corner.

What an abrupt change it is! Just last week, Sydney basked in glorious sunshine and warmth. People flocked to beaches, and swam in the sea. Was this the summer we didn’t have?

But, brutally, now it’s gone: replaced by bracing mornings and cool though sunny days. The lure of the ocean swimming wafts away, replaced by snuggling into our winter warmers, and staying out of the wind.

So, for now, let us Sydney siders focus on the joys of winter: baked dinners that warm our souls as well as our bodies; long walks in the crisp, exhilarating air; snuggling up with a loved one (or a good book).

Let’s make the most of what we’ve got!

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At the Beach : My First Encounter….

9 May

Sydney-siders like us woke up to a wonderful day, full of blue skies and the promise of unseasonal, warm weather. We weren’t in for  a disappointment, either, since by mid-morning one could be forgiven for thinking it was summer.

The lure of the sea-side overwhelmed me, so off we set, with a hastily-packed lunch, my swimming gear, and our little dog: off to the beach for a few hours of  sunshine and activity.

In case you’re wondering, the water temperature wasn’t too bad, and more than just me ventured in for a dip. I loved to see the shells in all their shapes and sizes as I walked into the baths, and more: their underwater beauty shone through, if you took the time to notice.

We’d just finished lunch, and my eyes were trained on the ocean. Suddenly, I spotted it: a black flash, a fin!

“Look at that! A shark? A whale? A dolphin?”

And that’s precisely what it was: a dolphin, surfacing  and diving! My first dolphin!

But I was wrong. It wasn’t A dolphin: it was two!

So, we watched transfixed as the pair of them swam away, seemingly immersed in their game of follow the leader.

A perfect end to a wonderful day!

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More thoughts on ‘A Taste of Life and Love in Australia’

8 May

Ever since I read fellow Australian author Jenny Schwartz’s review of our second publication, ‘A Taste of Life and Love in Australia’, I’ve been mulling the book over.

I’m tempted to say that this volume could be viewed in a slightly different way to a collection of Short Stories. Why not see it in the light of a series of scenarios involving Australian people and their lives, encased between a linking story at each end of the book?

In support of this idea, I suggest that the style of writing somehow bonds the whole thing together, even as we progress from one theme, situation and group of people to another.

Well, that’s my current theory, right or wrong.

Given the books small readership at present, we may have to wait some time, perhaps forever, for anyone to comment on this thread.

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The Baths are Back: But…

5 May

I’ve lost count of how many weeks our local baths was out of action. Ten, maybe more.  So long that swimming there becomes a joy of the past.

So today, when I first see the ‘Baths Closed Due To Health Hazard’  signage finally removed, I look at it with mixed emotions. Sure, I’m tempted to give it a go, but at the same time, the alarm bells still ring in my head. What is so disgusting for such a long time may well have left its taint somewhere; some undiscovered, perhaps well-hidden source.

In other words, I don’t fancy it;  not yet, anyway.

But come next Spring, when the cycle begins again, and deep water and sunshine beckon anew, I’ll bet the call of the tide will once again be strong in my mind, and I’ll venture in again!

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