brain wave

I've been falling into the screen visualiser on my computer monitor -
It's too mesmerising - intimate - intense.
Like a fire.

senses shared

read: Alice Pung's Unpolished Gem for Uni - and with pleasure.

taste: All the wonderful meals that are being cooked for me - tasting so much better now that the kitchen is his place not mine.
see: Kescha's magnificent creations - oh to have pink wool hair and a love heart nose!
hear: 

because i can't get enough of Florence + the Machine at the moment.
smell: Patchouli and soap
touch: The spines of books in the library - light finger-tipped and searching.
think: On knitting as the days start to cool but don't quite know where to start - it all looks so good!
feel: The reaching out into the world and finding so much there.

Senses Shared

putting the call out

sounds that unite....

where are you now?

because sometimes words ellude.....

shared senses and a deep love for MONA

I enjoy visiting bohemian twilight and wandering through Monica's shared senses -
I love how a very clear and full picture can be internally painted via a few thoughtful words and a tune.
Monica invites visitors to join in and share in the senses tour..

 mona

wim delvoye

see: MONA - Museum of Old and New Art - in Hobart, Tasmania. There will be many posts to come about my experiences within that brilliant and extraordinary place.

hear: 

- an old album on the new record player.

read: Indelible Ink - by Fiona McGregor. A slow start for me but the the writing drew me in eventually with its fine and sometimes cruel insight into the dynamics of family. First book for the newly formed book club.


taste: Coffee. Always Coffee


touch: Small hands. Soft skin.


think: On a big change


feel: Revived and renewed after experiencing a deeply thoughtful gift from my partner - 3 whole days away in Tasmania, to delve into the stunning gifts of mona.

{shared senses}

the music plays for you my friend

luli sanchez

Listening to Tori Amos is like being transported hard and fast back into my 17 year old self. 

There is the same heart-shape, tender skin, quiet raw ache.

I don't listen to Tori much these days - it can be exhausting - but I do value those moments when the portal presents itself.

Music is power.

Thank you Amanda for helping me overcome my fear of 'the html' so that I can creep down / and share, a few more portals of the past and present variety - this one's for you!

And thank you too - to those who left comments ensuring its ease - appreciated!

noticing

I'm really enjoying visiting blogs at the moment that offer a music console with a song to listen to while reading. It creates mood - and insight into the musical tastes of the blog's author. Pretty great way to discover new music too.

I first noticed it here, and then here - 

"where's she been?" I hear you say. 

Well - at times I can be a little slow on the uptake...

So I would love to add my own console to my posts too -  as further illustration. Problem is, my brain has been bent in half and turned in on itself trying to work out how. I know that there is a simple method - there must be - surely.... But the pain of the search has got the better of me.

So until I work it out I'm going to stick with the good old faithful utube link - where you get the whole kit 'n caboodle!

Today we attended a fundraiser for Daylesford Community Food Gardeners. There was music and wonderful food and catch ups with friends - and the MeltDown of a certain four year old - which progressed into the tremendous meltdown of the almost two year old.

Tomorrow is a new day.

How is your weekend going?

Rainy day with rodrigo y gabriela

It's raining here - hard!
I was really hoping to go to our local sunday market to get a few of the final bits 'n pieces needed before we head to the hills for Christmas.....
Instead - we're stuck inside. Plenty of things to do and organise and make and pack.... for sure - but we're needing a little help to pick up the tempo. So we're listening to Rodrigo y Gabriela to help us along.
Put it on full screen and turn up the volume:
just Try not to dance!

better late....

It's late I know - but I'm on the job to get this made As Soon As Possible!
It's time to stop putting it all off and embrace the spirit of it!
Also - finding a whole lot of inspiration here - and wishing I could get my knitting fingers to dance....
Oh - and if you recall me ranting about this bloke - you'll know I'm a fair bit fond of him!
We SAW him perform on Friday night at the Corner Hotel - He absolutely did not disappoint!
Nor did the surprise Melbourne getaway - nor the Greek feast - nor the very fun company of 'me man'...

as long as i live

I watched Small Town Murder Songs on dvd the other night.
The opening scene was thrown out at me with the power of this song.

It is a tremendous, stabbing, alluring opening sequence.

It's the music - definitely - and the slow movement of the camera panning across the shocked expression of a woman's reaction to something that has just happened, that drew me in.

Slow Motion. 

I Love slow motion - particularly when it's lifted and highlighted and intensified with the very direct and pounding gaze of the right Music!

That's how Jane Campion's The Piano got to me.
All the vessels from my heart got vacuumed into every detail of that film.

Small Town Murder Songs, for me, is a film lifted by the soundtrack.
The content lost me a little - but not in a bad way - in a way that a dream does when its focus keeps shifting. You know those dreams that leave you with a strong sense of colour and feeling, faces and moments but leave you unable to describe it.
That's how I experienced this film. I could tell you what it is about but my re-telling would be without conviction or certainty.
I could absolutely tell you how it feels....
And it smells - like this:

via

I Could Die Looking at You

Listen to this man....
He sounds like Sunday.
He sounds like our place right now - where there's a three year old who turns four tomorrow.

There's a whole lot to celebrate in that Four!
For her and for us.
For us - well - this three-nearly-four-year-old took quite some time in the making.
It got hard.
It's not an uncommon story is it - but a story non-the-less....

And I'll share it with you one day -

But for now I'll say - when a kind stranger said to us "read This Book" - she changed our lives.
I wish I could tell her that.
I'll tell you instead.

Sunday

Grateful for the sound of Sunday....

Others here.

For the Love of Kate B

Don't think twice, it's all right!

"I am wearing my red markings - the way you wear your sweet mouth.

Dylan spills - smoke secrets spill...."

Anyone else out there got the love for an old Bob Dylan tune?

C.W Stoneking

It's still cold here!
Spring sprung for a moment - then pulled her Shy head way back in again.
Way. Back. In.

So I'm inducing a little warmth by listening to this bloke daily!

1920's Blues sounds and some brilliant storytelling.....

This one is my favourite:

Reminiscent of hot nights - wide verandahs - homemade lemonade - a southern drawl - black and white.
And an era I've never known but travel to regularly through his tunes.

He is coming to Visit!
I Am There

What are you listening to?

Courage

Thinking on beauty today. In it's many forms...



especially in courage!

What beauty are you seeing today?

After the Storm

Olive skin

Death has lightened me toward you now

Your olive bound skin

Is fading

Beneath the grove I have formed for you

Your strong man hands

Are gripping still – this childhood grasp

Softer - now that you have gone

Here  

More often than you could before

Death has lightened me toward you now

And showed her soft face again

Gentled your accent

Quietened your unsettling

Warmed your gaze

She has given her kindness to me

And left the others bruised

Bent backward and wondering

Those infant hands reached for you as they

Lowered you down

Eyes like a bloodline – beating hard

To raise you back up again

They stumbled you know – let you slip

You would have laughed

Knowing

With the sport, and the dance and the strength of the trade

You would never have let that happen

We both sit, he and I, with the gifts

Your fathering gave  

Bright and terrible and tremendous

Rest them in our palms

Fire them up

Switch them off

Nurture them

Tending to that Olive Grove

That lies

With you

For you

Oceans away

Right here

Yes. I have lightened toward you

Now that you are gone

Again

I can't get past this song....

It's got a grip



.... and I keep coming back to it. Again and again.

And again

Alcoba Azul

Sometimes - the only way to say something - is to hear it -
in a language that is not your own.