The Outback, baby!

Here are some photos I took of some spots in the wild and elusive outback.

And yes, it is that beautiful!

Deciding to decide

Today's topic is about decisions and passion. How is it that so few are actually living our passions, let alone actually know someone who is living their passions and thriving at it?

I need to make some decisions that lead me to my passions, not as side lines but as the main event, ok that sounds cheesy but you get the idea ( I'm working against the clock here at a library)

How do those few people do it? How did they decide to make the decisions to follow their heart and passion/s wholeheartedly?

I am constantly in awe of these type of people. I watched a show last night about people who work at a circus called Circus Oz, a circus run by left-wing people who work with the same type of people, all of whom are there because it fulfills them soulfully. They are all interested in doing anarchy, in creating art, and going against the standard in so many ways such as refusing to have animals in their brand of circus. And all of them seemed to be so content, not complacent but alive( I just wrote alove, funny little typo huh?)

I'm looking for that push from the universe, I guess to say that if I follow my passion it will support me.

Where I am staying is a dog, who is never allowed inside, ever. It's pouring and windy and she's standing at the door begging and whining to come in and is not being allowed in..and I feel the full on bullshit of the whole situation!

We spoil our children to the point of them not even needing to learn their manners, and make a dog beg for its food and shelter.

Come fucking on!

In the Dreamtime?

A shot from Arthur's Seat! 2009, here, in Victoria Australia., by me.

Here I am in this incredible land openly denies it's first nations citizens human rights!!

http://www.unpo.org/content/view/8278/236/

Please check this site out and sign!!! I've signed it, the more voices the more we can combat the colonialists.

http://www.northernstar.com.au/story/2009/05/28/flood-shelter-broke-mans-bail-condition/

And read this article, it's about the full on racism that is the Australian government, ie: ultra conservative colonialism bullshilt!!!

A koala having a walkabout at Healsville Sanctuary, Oz.

My meditattions

As an artist, I see the world in vivid colour, both literally; I love working with and in colour-s, and figuratively. I do photography, painting, collage, and I write.

Below are my renditions of beauty, perfection, calm and the amazingness of this earth.



A sunset from the original land of Big Sky, Victoria, Australia



250-300 year old Moonah trees, a species of Eucalypt
here in Oz!

These 2 are from Woolamai Beach, as uncalm as the waves are, this place is so calming and a little haunting in it's beauty.
Waves crash around you, and the large bones of cuttle fish litter the shore.

Time or time?

Time or time is a funny thing, isn't it? We want to kill it, squelch it, waste it, squander it senselessly, or give it away to any passing fool.

We use our time in myriad of ways, most of which are connected to our issues of low self esteem. We hate ourselves so we try to diminish any possible semblance of light we may see in ourselves. We use our time to drink, smoke, put ourselves down, and see the negative in it all. We feel that it is only right to do this because that is what being an adult is about, preparing for 'the grind' this is the other word for both time and life as we grow up.

We rush around with schedules, deadlines, agendas and calendars. We plan, organize and arrange how to best use our most valuable resource: our time.

We worry about "the effects of time" and the physical effects it has on us. We worry so much that massive industries will never go out of business due to our collective fear/insanity.

Most of us say that life is short, and we have many a turn of phrase to match our particular bent on how we see life: a game, a river, a road.

Time slips away from us, needs to be chased after and passes us by.

But never once do we collectively sip in the sweet nectar of what we have been given, and, instead of calculating, organizing, scheduling meting and parsing out our time to be wasted, killed or used up all too quickly, just enjoy the bloody living hell out of any moment.

My cat is a great teacher, well all animals are, but I say my kitty because I have never seen another kitty wash her or himself with as much full and complete love as Loki. She spreads out on the carpet to begin her ritual and spreads her little toes and closes her eyes and begins preening and all the while she purrs, deeply. She goes on to her back and belly, and never once does a look of scorn cross her perfect face so that she would need to feel ashamed for her chub. She closes her eyes and meditates in full joy and love o nhow perfect she is. It's a beautiful thing to watch, and every time I watch her, I think," Geesus, if people could love themselves as much as she does, if I could, the world could feel less painful, more peaceful and serene.