Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
To take care of my belongings;
to not be wasteful.
As a little girl I remember bathing my dolls
and grooming them carefully,
I would dust down my ornaments
and wipe them gently clean.
I have been able to pass on
a few of my old toys to my daughter
(she finds much pleasure in them,
they are like a museum of my
childhood to her- little connections
and I have kept a few for myself.
My Mother was also
able to pass down to me
the only doll she ever owned.
As a child I felt sad that my Mother
lived in a world of plenty and
could not imagine how I would
feel owning only one doll.
I named the doll after my Mother,
Desley Josephine was an example
to me of my Mother's success
in taking good care of her belongings -
this made me want to look after my many dolls.
I still own this precious old doll,
which My Aunt Norma Jean
bought for Mother in the 1950's.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in'
- Oberon from William Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream"-
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
1kg of pink eye potatoes
salt to taste
ground black pepper to taste
1 cup grated cheddar cheese
1 large knob of butter
& extra salt (for boiling)
Peel the potatoes, cut into pieces & place in pan of salted boiling water. Boil for about 10-15 minutes (until tender & cooked through). Drain off all the water and then add remaining ingredients & mash together until creamy & smooth with no lumps.
Monday, December 15, 2008
-from "Akhenaten" -
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Embrace the feelings of my heart completely;
Be brave when it comes to the matters of the heart;
Stand up for my beliefs;
Not cave in to peer pressure and passing fades;
Listen to my inner voice.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
In the cover of darkness you may see them shed their pelt
And come ashore as beautiful maidens
To wander the earth for a time
If by chance you can capture a skin
A human existence she must endure
And become lover, wife and mother
But if she should ever find her pelt
She will once again slip into her Selkie skin
And to the sea return
Friday, December 5, 2008
excerpt from: 'Taking our places' by Norman Fischer
The tilt of her head, the vacant stare – eyes like frozen lakes in winter. Is she looking at you, through you, or past you into another dimension?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I hear her cries
Reach deep and dark
Into my being
Into my bones
At the waters edge she wails
Her unearthly song
She calls me by name
Like a knell from Hell
My angel of death
My Banshee bride
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
From an early age, Celie is subjected to a life of abuse and is told she is ugly. Because of this she shies away in silence, and learns to hide her smile. When alone Celie's talks to God - to Celie God is a remote figure whom she fears doesn’t much care for her.
Celie does little to fight back against her stepfather, Alphonso – and soon finds herself pregnant with his children – both of whom die. She is then married off to an equally abusive man, who separates her from her beloved sister Nettie. Then along comes Shug Avery, a strong beautiful woman, who slowly over time becomes closer & closer to Celie. Shug helps Celie restore pride in herself by showing her love and tenderness. Celie once again learns to smile and develops the courage to fight back.
Celie’s new found self worth transforms her into a creative, successful, independent woman whom life has seen fit to shower with happiness. This comes through being reunited with her long lost sister & her own children whom she believed were dead.
The colour purple won the Pulitzer prize for fiction in 1983 and was later developed into an acclaimed film.
Monday, December 1, 2008
'I met my man at our little love-nest,' said the mistress. 'I was in the leather bodice, stilettos and mask and he was speechless, but we had great sex all night.'