Place: home

Poison: dry Ginger ale

Favourite things: new music

I have started an art class every Friday and I am in love. The romance has got nothing to do with my class mates or even my teacher…but everything to do with setting time aside. It has everything to do with space.

Creating space, taking time to create for no purpose whatsoever than the enjoyment of recreation.

What recreates you?

An old art centre, with easels plastered in layers of paint residue, a group of greying artists and a blank canvas is my oasis.

What is yours?

Can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and grab my take away coffee with a muffin on the side, slide into old paint splattered clothes and recreate.

Unravel the artist within, it only takes setting aside intentional space.

A

Place: the vances yaught

Posion: fruit

Favourite things: the parachute band

Am just chilling right now on a yaught on the swan river after an amazing weekend with old and new friends. It doesn’t take much to find common ground with people when we just take time to notice and reach out.

Life is so designed to live in community, yet so many people struggle with it’s intensity.

To see the inner workings of a group that tour the world together with such humility is inspiring. It reminds me of dreams I had as a teenager and what I truly love about living surrendered!

Find someone you love and dream big together. I truly believe that the world is our oyster and the pearl is most definatley the experiences you have when you share it with another.

A

Place: My Office

Poison: Diet Coke

Favourite Things: My new book…

I have been needing a fix of inspiration elixer, I have tried rest, I have tried prayer, I have tried excercise, I have tried a new painting class, I have tried baths…and they are all building together, but I am just not sure what it truly is that brings inspiration.

The combination of most, but one thing that has brought a zing is COLOUR!

This new book is so juicy and full of inspiration…

It has unlocked something that nothing else has been able to release.

So what is it about inspiration, is it the season you are in, what is going on in your circumstances that needs to be stimulated, I am not sure.

But It sure feels nice, to be back in some sort of zone which is fresh and unique!

Ahhhhhh….

Place: home

Poison: diet coke

Favourite things: ugly betty

I found this on a tea towel today… Great quote.

Do everything
Love as much as you can it may hurt but it helps you grow.
Give all you have…
You may be poor but you will always be content.
Always forgive.
Your heart cannot afford not to.
Teach what you know and learn what you don’t.
Stay open to all.

Maybe we should do the dishes more if this wisdom can be now found on tea towels.

Fatty DeMonsey: tea towel designer for the stars…

Place: farrells cafe

Poison: capuccino

Favourite Things: the selection of mags

It’s been a long time since I have chilled in a cafe and written by myself.

It’s so easy to fill our days with the urgent, when the important lies dormant , patiently waiting.

What is the one place that inspires you?

What is needing attention in your life?

What is being forgotten in the midst of the seemingly urgent?

I love to sit and think, read (flick) through magazines, put my iPhone on silent and longingly gaze into the froth of my coffee.

I am the only one who has control over by diary, yet so often others fill it for me.

No more.

A

Place: My Office

Poison: Diet Coke

Favourite Things: Bon Iver

I have been staying away from writing in a time of holidays, rest and reflection. I recieved some feedback and also wanted to really work out why I was writing.

I am not keen on filling cyber space with words that truly do nothing than waste time and money. I didnt want to write again until I really had something to say.

I am not sure if I truly do, but a quote in a book that I am studying at the moment really challenged me, so I thought I would share.

Its random, true to my form, but if your reading this, then I am thinking you might be still with me…

‘How things taste is one of the most difficult of things to put into words…’

There is something that I have tasted, that is so difficult to put into words. So often I feel like my attempt to express creativity or inspiration is so limited by the ability to express the inexpressable.

How do you paint a picture of something that is Inconceivable?

A longing, a heartfelt cry to utter something that will convey the taste of the goodness that I have tasted.

Our world is so full of pain and suffering. To hear of a child dying in the slum that we were in last October of starvation, the fire ravaged northern parts of Victoria and the friends who are one by one loosing their jobs.

Contrasted with the hug from my niece as she finds me in the midst of a picnic, as we sit together and share a stick of sherbert. The simplicity of a hot summer wind as we watch an outdoor movie together.

Taste and see that the Lord is good. Sounds so cliche in the midst of such crazy times.

The paradox and the inability to express it.

A