Stories

June 18, 2021 - Me and I

 

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I am I .   (Barbara Blackman from book, ‘Glass After Glass’)

I am I and no other.  Not other has or ever can be this I.    It came into me as a baby.    Is the same I as in me now, a little girl, the same I that will be in me as I grow, as a grown-up, as an old old lady, and on beyond that.   What happens to this I is the ME that other people can see, acting out all this life.    So it will be all right whatever happens to ME because the inner secret I can never be changed or lost.

(Art by Charles Blackman , ‘Christabel and Her Image’ , 1966.  Original in colour.)

Reposted from 5th May, 2014

May 5, 2021 - Feel Things Changing

 

 

March 11, 2021 - Once Upon A Dark Time

 

Army of Ink Once upon a time

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

 

night has always pushed up day

 

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.