BARBETON GALLERY OF FINE ARTS | The SilverBird Part 2

So today brought a pictorial treasure of part of a woman’s life from the bush and lagoons of Urunga on the North Coast of New South Wales. I hope that I can share these moments of happiness and loss with my artist friends at the upcoming show this weekend at Barberton Gallery of Fine Arts in the way that I have experienced them as a viewer. And I also hope that I can show how photographer LynneSanders-Braithwaite’s pictorial narrative mirrors the ups and downs of life that we all go through—as it mirrors the joys and griefs of my own recent years. Lynne, for me—you are the epitome of grace and I promise to hone my kayaking skills and meet you halfway to Urunga, across the sea whose stillness and turbulence is so much like life. When we meet we shall talk about dragonflies and fairy paths and bush babies and Cobargo Hats and creativity and songs of lost loves and we will laugh at the synchronities of online lineages that connect far away countries in dreams and connections in the night.

Source: BARBETON GALLERY OF FINE ARTS | The SilverBird Part 2

WELCOME TO THE 3rd SILVERBIRD

STAYING CLEAN WITH WRINKLES. 

THE FIRST SILVERBIRDS ARE BACK HERE.

and for our very beginnings – take a look back here.

My free quota has been used up again and so comes the need for the 3rd SilverBird. Its been over a year since Izzy died and just on the Year since I emerged from a long sepsis pneumonia coma. I am now 28 years clean and sober and I am much altered in this last 15-16 months. Lets see what happens now. 

“You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.

Then they stay dead.”

― Donald Hall

I’M NOT TRYING TO FORGET YOU ANYMORE

ON THE MAINLINE

JUST BREATHING

FINDHORN

DEATH HAVE NO FEAR

I’M NOT TRYING TO FORGET YOU ANYMORE

ON THE MAINLINE

JUST BREATHING

FINDHORN

DEATH HAVE NO FEAR

CONSIDERING A MOVE – IN SLOW MOTION

Today, I went to meeting and then to look at the studio and back to Kaybees. I will make no decision tonight. I shall pray and think. Pray and think.

Discuss and clarify.

There are 2 meetings per week in Bellingen and access to 2 in Urunga.

There is close access to my kids and grandkids.

Trouble is – she may be leaving in 10 months.

Perhaps I should take a wee leap into a new world.

GRIEF AS AN OLD MAN SEES IT

The Story of the Taoist Farmer

A day at home. Well not quite. I got a doll for Clarzie for her birthday and a card. Clear decisions. No regrets. Forced once more to go the long way round due to blocked pathway. Pricks they are too because it would have only taken a very little thoughtfulness to have given me access.

COULD BE BAD. COULD BE GOOD.

TODAY THE ALFA WENT. Pat and Col came and took him away. Turned out That Pat has sepsis as well. Comes over ill like I do. Needs heaps of antibiotics. So- he got my favourite car ever for $ 100.

COULD BE BAD. COULD BE GOOD.

And then 2 people sent me messages offering me lifts to Bellingen NA and I accepted. Thank God. I needed it. I enjoyed it.

Amazing to be strong and well enough to do a day like yesterday and then a meeting this evening.

Now its Facetime with Eden.

Making NO judgements on the events of today.

COULD BE BAD BUT IT COULD BE GOOD.

Version 3:

A man who lived on the northern frontier of China was skilled in interpreting events. One day, for no reason, his horse ran away to the nomads across the border. Everyone tried to console him, but his father said, “What makes you so sure this isn’t a blessing?” Some months later his horse returned, bringing a splendid nomad stallion. Everyone congratulated him, but his father said, “What makes you so sure this isn’t a disaster?” Their household was richer by a fine horse, which his son loved to ride. One day he fell and broke his hip. Everyone tried to console him, but his father said, “What makes you so sure this isn’t a blessing?”

A year later the nomads came in force across the border, and every able-bodied man took his bow and went into battle. The Chinese frontiersmen lost nine of every ten men. Only because the son was lame did the father and son survive to take care of each other. Truly, blessing turns to disaster, and disaster to blessing: the changes have no end, nor can the mystery be fathomed.

The Lost Horse,
Chinese Folktale.

http://www.noogenesis.com/pineapple/Taoist_Farmer.html

CHOOSE LIVING

WISDOM

CONSIDERING A MOVE – IN SLOW MOTION

Today, I went to meeting and then to look at the studio and back to Kaybees. I will make no decision tonight. I shall pray and think. Pray and think.

Discuss and clarify.

There are 2 meetings per week in Bellingen and access to 2 in Urunga.

There is close access to my kids and grandkids.

Trouble is – she may be leaving in 10 months.

Perhaps I should take a wee leap into a new world.

GRIEF AS AN OLD MAN SEES IT

The Story of the Taoist Farmer

A day at home. Well not quite. I got a doll for Clarzie for her birthday and a card. Clear decisions. No regrets. Forced once more to go the long way round due to blocked pathway. Pricks they are too because it would have only taken a very little thoughtfulness to have given me access.

COULD BE BAD. COULD BE GOOD.

TODAY THE ALFA WENT. Pat and Col came and took him away. Turned out That Pat has sepsis as well. Comes over ill like I do. Needs heaps of antibiotics. So- he got my favourite car ever for $ 100.

COULD BE BAD. COULD BE GOOD.

And then 2 people sent me messages offering me lifts to Bellingen NA and I accepted. Thank God. I needed it. I enjoyed it.

Amazing to be strong and well enough to do a day like yesterday and then a meeting this evening.

Now its Facetime with Eden.

Making NO judgements on the events of today.

COULD BE BAD BUT IT COULD BE GOOD.

Version 3:

A man who lived on the northern frontier of China was skilled in interpreting events. One day, for no reason, his horse ran away to the nomads across the border. Everyone tried to console him, but his father said, “What makes you so sure this isn’t a blessing?” Some months later his horse returned, bringing a splendid nomad stallion. Everyone congratulated him, but his father said, “What makes you so sure this isn’t a disaster?” Their household was richer by a fine horse, which his son loved to ride. One day he fell and broke his hip. Everyone tried to console him, but his father said, “What makes you so sure this isn’t a blessing?”

A year later the nomads came in force across the border, and every able-bodied man took his bow and went into battle. The Chinese frontiersmen lost nine of every ten men. Only because the son was lame did the father and son survive to take care of each other. Truly, blessing turns to disaster, and disaster to blessing: the changes have no end, nor can the mystery be fathomed.

The Lost Horse,
Chinese Folktale.

http://www.noogenesis.com/pineapple/Taoist_Farmer.html

CHOOSE LIVING

WISDOM