Start of War

Today is Anzac Day in Australia. A day of remembrance for those Australians who have tragically lost their lives in warfare.

It is a sad day, a day for reflection, a day to pay respect to the sacrifices made and the hardships endured…whilst at the same time, a day where it is important to share a smile, a conversation with those you hold dear, your mates, your comrades, your peers, your BFF’s, your pets.

A day set aside to cherish time with your nearest and dearest….is that not an official Anzac Day message?

Prior to jetting off to Melbourne recently, I prepared myself for the cultural shift that would occur upon leaving Sydney’s shores, by playing on high rotation, the divine Ms Clare Bowditch’s album – Modern Day Addiction circa 2010.

Song 10 ‘Start of War” a hauntingly beautiful song. If played in 1914 at the start of World War One, would it have caused people to think twice about settling world affairs with ammunition?

Big men talking all of the time
And none of us are sure what they are saying
Take these children by the hand
Remind them what it is to be just playing

Every day we are fighting wars with people
Who did not cause the start of war
The start of war, the start of war
The start of war, the start of war

On my recent trip to Melbourne, whilst shopping Woolworth’s, Smith Street, Fitzroy, I believe I saw the divine Ms Clare Bowditch in the bread isle. She was wearing big sunglasses, and looked like everyone else, shopping for the family in a track suit. But for her flame red hair…and sunglasses….Rock star attire ( in Woolies anyway)

She smiled at me….In true Anzac spirit, mateship, a simple jesture…a lovely way to make peace, to acknowledge another human being.

Lest we forget those who have lost their lives due to war.

Our smiles today will forever be a mark of respect.

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Antenna Ears

On a recent holiday to Melbourne I truly relaxed. It got to the point that when asked by a Barista for my name for my coffee order…..I had to pause to think about my response.

Ah Melbourne….just want I needed…. Six days of pure escapism, good friends, good food, good coffee, good times.


Six days were I did as I pleased….always with a keen eye and ear for my surrounds. You just never know what pearls of wisdom you might be privy too….what treasures you may find by stepping off a high street and into a Melbourne lane way…..

This by far was not the most insightful conversation I caught wind of as I walked along the city sidewalk….but it made me smile,cringe and soften simultaneously.

A group of men sitting at cafe, hospital patients getting a little sun and sipping coffee, chewing the fat.

Man One to mates ‘ I woke up this morning with a catheter in my dick’
Continuing on with his story ‘ So I said to the nurse- Who put that there?’
‘ I did’ was the nurses response.
Man One to mates’ So I said to her, aren’t I a lucky man then’.

I walked past this table as the punch line was delivered ‘ Aren’t I a lucky man then’….I thought of the nurse, just doing her job, nothing more than that, I thought of the man, and his attempts to sexualise the medical procedure that had been performed whilst he was out cold….he had felt nothing…My thoughts then turned to notions of loneliness and isolation….

I guess sometimes I think too much…A group of men talking about something quiet personal….Hats of to them!! A group of men sexualising a medical procedure….not impressive. But the overiding thought I had was rather a feeling, compassion for a person seeking sexual gratification whilst under general atheistic….

With my antenna ears on high alert….. I left that conversation and continued on my way….Pondering what I might overhear next….’ Mum, at what month (of age) do you understand laughing?’

Cool. BraVe. Crazy. The Sydney Half Marathon-May 18, 2014

I did not want to like the song by Sara Bareilles’ Brave’… Not sure why, as I love cheesy pop at the best time. But as I write this blog entry, I realise I LOVE song.
Perhaps I was scared off by the lyrics, they ring so true…touch a raw nerve….Sara sings of a person crippled by silence, unsure if their voice…hiding in the shadows.
That person used to be me….

But now, well, today, in this moment, I am no longer that quiet girl without a voice….Am I brave? Not too sure….Crazy….Yes.
In 5 weeks I will run in Sydney’s Half Marathon. Yes, on Sunday the 18th if May, a girl more accustomed to walking short distances will attempt to run for 21kms.
Brave? Not sure.Crazy? Certainly!!
I am running for a cause, a passion of mine, raising money for a creative writing centre here in Sydney, The Sydney a Story Factory( SSF). How could I say no, especially when the centre’s founder asked me personally to be part of SSF’s running team.
And I have been training for the event….by the time the 18th of May I would have put the work in.
Not saying it is gonna be perfect…I am no elite athlete…and I am also a bridesmaid at my bestie’s wedding the day before….
Brave? Yes. Crazy? Yes…..Commitment to the half marathon requires a bit of both!,

If you would like to sponsor me, I would be most appreciative. A $ amount per km would be wonderful…and inspire me to put one foot in front of the other. You can donate via my personal sponsorship page- Click Here.

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