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lozenge for the spoken word

January 29, 2010

My throat hurts. According to Louisa Hay, in her book titled Heal Your Life, it’s because I am not vocalising my true thoughts or emotions. Now how could one, who aspires to walking in constant grace and beauty, express an effective alternate to ‘Eff off’? Scottish comedian, Billy Connolly, toyed with ‘Go away’ or more specifically ‘Go away-ay-ay’, but you’re probably guaranteed to cause belly-aching laughter than a hastily receding back.
I am currently working on an exceptionally challenging project. The pressure is on to deliver on a deadline – a deadline currently banging on my door like a crazed bunch of cash-strapped divas five minutes before a 50% off shoe sale at AD Spitz. All I want to do is scream Go away-ay-ay! I also want to tell every person responsible for the delay, that it’s a project which has been in the system for six months and if they had respected our timing plan, we would never have been in this situation in the first place. That’s it! I want to finger point while singing the poor-me song. But I know that bemoaning the lack of action in the past will only cause more friction and resentment in an already stressful environment.

My chosen role – both in my career and in my life – is to empower not to belittle, to forge forward along a path of progress not destruction. A challenging role, which requires constant self-observation, as so often ego* tends to suppress the spirit within.

I have therefore requested a ‘post-mortem’ once my deadline is met. The aim is to analyse our past actions and arrive at a solution to minimize generating further unhealthy energy. I hope my throat heals by then as I have lots say – but I am grateful for the time to prepare how I going say it.

A charming sign spotted on a beach in Portugal while on holiday there. I fell in love with the way in which the little dog is being firmly yet lovingly ‘instructed’ to stay at home.

Footnote: Wayne Dyer, in his book, Your Sacred Self, refers to human nature as ego.

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invite crazy to tea

‘That was the best movie I’ve seen in my whole life’ my younger nephew gushed as we exited the cinema, the older one nodding in absolute agreement. ‘I’m glad you think so’ I said out loud, pleased at having scored some major brownie points with these normally hard-to-shop-for kids of today. (boy! I sound old, don’t I?:-) Of course, I’m talking about Avatar, the sci-fi phenomenon which has gripped Hollywood and the rest of the world. This runaway box-office success has usurped Titanic as the highest grossing film to date, raking in $1.9b after only 6 weeks on the movie circuit.

My inner thoughts, however, belied my façade of joy. What does he know? After all, his whole life on Mother Earth is only ten years long. I have just sat through a 3 hour epic thinking; ok! so they’ve relocated Jurassic Park to the Serengeti using The Matrix as a portal, slapped batwings on a duck, morphed a rhino with a hammerhead shark, and painted 10ft tall people blue. Throw in a green peace message to secure the eco-vote, a pair of 3D glasses for the wow factor and you’ll have them eating out of your now gilded-hand.

But looking into their eyes, glee emblazoned across their faces, I paused for further reflection. As adults we are continually assaulted by crime, poverty and fear. We even worry about worrying. Children, on the other hand, are still untainted by the burden of life’s responsibilities so it appears easier for them to immerse themselves in unadulterated fun and fantasy without reserve. It’s all relative though because young lives still carry their own level of pressure and responsibility but it still got me thinking though. What if we allowed little snippets of craziness to saunter into our daily lives and stay for tea? There might not be an instant spike in a recovering global ecomony but you’ll certainly laugh more – and probably worry a little less.

Back home, my nephews are the proud owners of trampolines, j-boards, roller blades and remote-controlled helicopters. I can’t wait for my next visit to their emporium of fun.

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to lucy, with love

January 28, 2010

I am most grateful for the positive feedback I have recevied since starting this cyber-journey. But what I failed to realise is that I actually have ardent readers who are slightly displeased by my recent absense. I therefore have to apologise for my complacency (beautifully disguising down-right laziness). Thank you for the kick up the behind. I shall ne’er neglect you again. So til my return this eve, take care.

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diva

January 25, 2010
The bling. The boyfriend. The wardrobe. Like a star on the red carpets, Cleopatra had it all. And before a riveted captive audience, embraced in everything from knee blankets to sleeping bags, the glory of this Egyptian goddess unfolded.
Maynard Open Air Theatre played host to Shakespeare’s Anthony and Cleopatra. A tale of love and passion, of murder and intrigue, betrayal both in bed and in battle – across that mystical span of sea, the Mediterranean. But it is the character of Cleopatra which holds our attention most strongly. The bards’ portrayal of her is a masterpiece. She is a triumph to voluptuousness, exudes charm boastfully and displays what only the indulgent rich can master – haughty, fickle whims.

Enobarbus, Anthony’s right-hand, pays homage to her beauty and powers of seduction…
“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes me hungry
Where most she satisfies.”

Another glimpse into her luxurious pomp and gorgeous extravagance in all its force and lustre is presented to us when Enobarbus, in rich poetical prose, describes Anthony’s first meeting with Cleopatra.

“The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumèd, that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,

An introduction of this nature would almost certainly prepare the way for, and almost justify Anthony’s infatuation with her.

Pride of beauty and regal haughtiness is perfectly illustrated in her conversation with Antony’s messenger who had been tasked to spy on and report back on Anthony’s antics abroad.
“There’s gold, and here
My bluest veins to kiss!”

But like any jealous, insecure woman, Cleopatra erupts furiously at the unwelcome news of Anthony’s marriage to Octavia and only grew content when told that her rival was homely by Elizabethan standards: short, low-browed and round-faced with bad hair. Not much different to women of today, is she?

A quaint box office still in use today.

I love the lampstand. Sadly, an import.

An odd couple who were actually a walking ad for an upcoming event at The Baxter.
Meet my fabulous sister and best friend, Tess.

Striking in it’s simplicity

The MTV generation may have popularised the term ‘Diva’
but I think Cleopatra created the mould.

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good neighbours

January 23, 2010

My morning started with a bang. Literally. I hit the neighbours’ car as I reversed out of my garage. No negotiation, no inching. Just straight on. Bang! And all before my daily caffeine fix. Utter disbelief quickly followed the perfunctory profanity and then the debate as to whether I should take the high or the low road. I chose to seek the solace of gym and face the music later. I hastily scribbled note endorsed my decision.
The tale of the meeting in the car park, on my return, requires to be told. There we stood; remorseful offender, slightly perturbed other half and gracious neighbour, battling to contain our laughter. A slightly scarred Toyota Tazz had dug her heels in and held her own against my 4×2 now cowering in her garage, ashamed of a bumper which features a crater the size and possible depth of the sea of tranquility. Yes, dear readers. You may laugh too. It could quite easily have gone the other way. Tension and arguments, police reports, reams of insurance claim forms and litres of Rescue Remedy. Instead, we laughed as we parted ways. I am blessed with good neighbours – I hope they can still say the same about me.

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