Stories

April 15, 2021 - Feel Things Changing

 

 

March 11, 2021 - Once Upon A Dark Time

 

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Once Upon A Dark Time …

…in a land of smiles, bad things happened.  Children were broken into.  Nothing said.  Nothing done.  And so the innocent grew, not up, but small.  But this was not to be the end.  In the darkness little helpers gathered spilling rich black into soft white sheets.  Tailoring picture books to fill empty spaces.  Telling truth that grew much taller than a world too big to fit.  Until size no longer mattered and little souls were reawakened by the rhythms and rhymes of songs that carried them all the way home – ensuring they’d never be beaten again.

Footnote:  This story (from 2014) reflects The Black Dog Project’s focus on the safety, well being and rights of children and young people – and the idea of making books and gifting them to young people in the community through  sponsorship.  Find in Clunk & Jam 2019 book.  Original story in handmade book, ‘Rock The Boat’, 2009.  Handwriting by Maggie).

February 9, 2021 - Boots On The Street

 

 

(‘Boots the Clown.  World’s Greatest Act’.  Arrived out of isolation 2020.  Pakenham Street, Fremantle).

 

World’s Greatest Act Story Part I.

Caught in a spin, under lights left on, the crowd piled high in competition and clutter.  Until one, not so surprising day, an invisible curtain crept up.  ‘At last’, the big top moaned.  The crowd no longer applauded mindless acts.  The performance was over.

Finally, in tune with the, ‘Going, going, gone’, the crowd rose to reunite through the hands of a clock ticking.  Together again, they would perform the world’s greatest, most death defying act of all time …

Boots the Clown Series. 

June 12, 2020 - Night Has Always Pushed Up Day

 

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After The Storm .   (Mumford & Sons)

And after the storm, I run and run as the rains come.  And I look up, I look up.  On my knees and out of luck, I look up.  Night has always pushed up day.  You must know life to see decay.  But I won’t rot, I won’t rot.  Not this mind and not this heart, I won’t rot.  And I took you by the hand.  And we stood tall.  And remembered our own land, what we stood for.  And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.  And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.  Get over your hill and see what you’ll find there. With grace in your heart, and flowers in your hair.  And now I cling to what I knew.  I saw exactly what was true.  But oh no more.  That’s why I hold with all I have.  That’s why I hold.

Amelia Bloom – Home & Peace Maker.

June 8, 2020 - A Different Way To Tread

 

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Finisterre .  (By David Whyte from Dumbo Feather Magazine Issue 11)

The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken, into the western sea, and the moon rising behind you as you stood where ground turned to ocean:  no way to your future now but the way your shadow could take, walking before you across water, going where shadows go, no way to make sense of a world that wouldn’t let you pass except to call an end to the way you had come, to take out each frayed letter you brought and light their illumined corners, and to read them as they drifted through the western light; to empty your bags; to sort this and to leave that; to promise what you needed to promise all along, and to abandon the shoes that had brought you here right at the water’s edge, not because you had given up but because now, you would find a different way to tread, and because, through it all, part of you could still walk on, no matter how, over the waves.

 

June 2, 2020 - Difference Matters

 

 

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It began with a Black Dog who, much like the fabled little black duck – was different.

 

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Unaccepted for his difference he sought refuge in dark places.

 

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In time, the darkness revealed others sheltering in the shadows that drew reflections of himself.

 

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In the belonging, he gained the strength to raise a hand above the nodding and question why suffering souls too often go unheard.

 

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Burdened by the silence and neglect, he began to bark loudly despite those troubled by the noise.

 

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And when backs were turned to bury all that had been found – Black Dog continued digging for all that had been lost.

 

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Hope grew from every hand that gave purely for the giving.  And so, despite colour and size and the absence of wealth, and with the friends that followed…

 

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…Black Dog claimed a space for those who may never fit, in a world too big for most.  Those who seek to move beyond minds too small.

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Those who seek freedom from the relentless pace of a world spinning way too fast to catch.

 

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Now, as the world continues to turn away from the darkness in favour of, “Have a nice days”‘ and all that’s shiny and new…

 

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…Black Dog continues to hold a place for all that’s lost and found .

 

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The Black Dog Project Story.

Clunk & Jam Book.