As I wandered home via the bakery to grab a sourdough loaf and croissant, and walked along King Street, Newtown I noticed a new item of paste up street art.
A timely reminder, it vindicated the choices I’d made about today.
2012 has slipped by. In a couple of weeks I’ll have been blogging for a year. I’m not going to write [yet] another post about why I love blogging. That I’m still doing it is testimony enough. And then there are the bloggers who have become an extended part of my household via their blogs I read & comment on as they do mine…
The past year has seen subtle change, shifting and settling for me. I am no longer constrained by time and space. I exist happily physically more than I ever have, connected virtually with people who have the care and interest to participate in a global community.
Nothing will change how we coexist with family, friends, colleagues, neighbours and people on the street, but I believe we are amongst the forerunners of a connected, informed convergence interrelating within another but no less real dimension.
Bloggers, not with the intention of imposing but simply by sharing their thoughts, questions, perspectives, lives, opinions, experiences and expertise are stepping away from pay-for-say and mono-cultural society commanded by governments and big business served by commercial media and advertising, into a powerful but subtle authentic collective.
elladee_words started simply as an outlet of expression for my frustrated spirit, and as my spirit unwound my eyes opened and the elladee_images blog happened, underwritten by the credo “There is art in the everyday. It’s easy to walk through the world and not see. Time moves on. Things change. I’m taking the time to look & stop & capture moments & colours of ordinary things & day-to-day life in snapshots.” The commenters and followers of these blogs were the first to expand my world and elladee_places was my effort at reciprocation.
merci mes amis
The WordPress community is my home away from home. It rewards me every day with inspiration, laughter, stories, camaraderie, wisdom and a glimpse into others lives. Occasionally I’m rewarded with award nominations.
Early June, Blessed with a Star on the Forehead nominated me for a Sunshine Blogger Award & Very Inspiring Blogger Award, at a time I’d accomplished the not-so-mean-feat of responding to a flurry of award nominations. I set the nominations with the kitchen herbs while I regrouped, and waving the watering can over them last week spotted new blooms. Check out Blessed with a Star on the Forehead, it’s a beautiful, entertaining, heartfelt blog.
Afterwards, I discovered in a jewellery box with Diamonds & Pearls, a Sunshine Award nomination circa mid June from Richard Guest. Richard’s images with clever commentary and song titles elucidate people and London.
Later, I extracted from my bookshelf in the holding spacefor her much anticipated novel, a mid-June vintage pick-a-box of award nominations from Robin Coyle – Kreativ Blogger, Reader Appreciation, Tag! You’re It!
Generic award posting rules encompass: acknowledge & notify the nominator; state a varying number of things about yourself; nominate similar number of deserving bloggers; and contact them to notify the nomination. Notifications I believe, have become quite unfashionable, and I do have my fashionable reputation to think of, so I’m hoping pingbacks will take care of it.
The blogs below, some nominated previously and some not, are deserving of all or any they choose of the above awards if they don’t have them already, or even if they do. Regardless, they are worth a visit.
Lastly, inspired by dodging commas‘ “I am” post, I’ve been playing with I am, and extracted a selection to cover the things about me feature of the rules.
I am from lives past and from eras not yet here.
I am from taupe paddocks and midnight blue mountain ranges.
I am from family loving, imperfect, loved.
I am from beliefs, grief and silence.
I am from provincial, industrious, commonplace culinary.
I am from tennis playing, town visiting, football barracking.
I am from beach walking, shell collecting, rock pool gazing.
I am from photograph album memories.
I am from sisters… finally.
I am from music on the radio, and books, endless books.
I am from reminiscing, stories, recipes.
I am from cat loving, dog devoted, missing.
I am from city, assimilated, animate, mundane.
I am from faith, tested, wavering and winning.
I am from true, tried undiminished love.
I am from words, images, ideas discovering.
I am from new world connected, wireless, timeless.
…You’re our reward
You’re our reward…
I’ve been merrily posting while ignoring this, the last item in my to-do pile. I was tagged by http://maggiemaeijustsaythis.wordpress.com in a get-to-know-other-bloggers post. Much as I love promoting other bloggers, I’m glad to have reached this point, as the neat freak aspect of my personality hates loose ends.
1. Acknowledge the tagger.
2. Post the rules.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven questions to ask people you’ve tagged.
4. Tag eleven people and link them to your post.
5. Let them know you tagged them.
The 11 questions Maggie Mae asked:
- What does your favorite outfit consist of? Pretty much what I change into as soon as I get home from work – old jeans, t-shirt & havvies. In Winter substitute uggies for the havvies & add a flannie. Yep, I’m all style!
- Do you like Ice Cream? Not particularly thank goodness because I don’t need any more bad habits, but if I go to http://www.pasticceriapapa.com.au I’ll have a scoop of their divine plain gelato.
- What is a holiday tradition for you? Escape the city to our house up north, relax with a G.O. bbq dinner and a glass or 2 of wine.
- Who is the closest person to you in your life? Me. Wherever I go, there I am.
- What is your biggest goal? Be happy.
- What have you done to work toward achieving this goal? Practice makes perfect.
- How do you feel about spelling? The neat freakiness extends to spelling but I try to chill & focus on what I’m reading not spelling errors.
- Do you like vehicles? Life’s a journey, so yes.
- Significant other? My silent (& sometimes eye rolling, refuge seeking) blog partner, the G.O.
- What is the easiest decision you have ever made? See #5.
- What is the saddest day that you remember having? See #6.
From this point I’m going to
deviate from get imaginative with the rules. I like to follow the award/tag game to a point as I believe it’s a good way (especially now given the changes to the Topics functionality) to find excellent bloggers, and how better to do it, than via recommendations from a blogger you follow, but all the responding, tagging & linking can be draining, and isn’t for everyone…
*So, EllaDee’s Rules:
1. Acknowledge the tagger.
2. Post the rules, any rules.
3. Copy my 11 questions & add your own answers, or make up questions & answers of your own.
4. Include links to any amount of blogs you choose for whatever reason you choose, let them know you tagged them or rely on pingbacks.
5. Do none of the above.
These are links to my most recent follows. I’m tagging them as they are fresh & new to me. Some found me & some I found via other bloggers’ award nominations. Stop by and say hi 🙂
It became apparent this week that I: live in a bubble of sameoldsameold – park, train, city, office, apartment, neighbourhood; am on a first name basis with more cats in my neighbourhood than I am people; love taking random photos but the love disappears when I feel obliged.
Inspired by a magic feeling at the cusp of the afternoon & evening last Friday I opened my eyes and embarked via elladee_images to post a daily photo journal of my everyday, and having completed the week I can say it was tough. I got lucky with a few photos but on Wednesday resorted to Photoshop “exalt the mundane” (thank you The Wanderlust Gene), and by Thursday I was over it.
On Tuesday I indulged in a brief soap box moment but in 2D the everyday is flat, and in order to savour, some days survive the everyday and for it to be truly a life, I need to engage all 6 senses.
While many aspects of the week were photographable, possibly supplementing them with words will still serve only to describe rather than truly convey:
- Hope in my heart & soul every circuit I make of the park lake and see mother swan on their nest.
- Pleasure of early morning walks, greeting the day, enjoying the space, sunshine & crisp air, bird song, other people out & about, happy dogs, hungry water birds.
- Delight with which Ginger Boy, our street’s by-choice-homeless cat, greeted us, gave us pats & devoured his dinner, and the softness of his fur.
- Fragrance of the ginger flower at the doorway to the communal garden.
- Simple joy of having access to abundant fresh basil to embellish our dinners.
- Satisfaction of the G.O. & I combining our talents to make an Autumnal casserole & mashed potato, and savouring the tastes of our masterpiece.
- Old fashioned kitchen smells when baking vanilla biccies.
- Childlike awe watching a crystal orb in the sunlight make rainbows dance around the room.
- Happiness of Jasper the black lab seeing us as we pause on our way home from the train station to play games through the gate of tug-o-war & fetch with his dirty, smelly, disgusting, chewed plastic-bottle-stuffed-inside-a-knitted-sock toy.
- George, our cat friend’s recognition “it’s you!” as we stop so he can rub himself all over our feet & legs and walk away dragging him attached to our ankles down the street.
- Miaows & joy with which Jasmine another of our cat friends greets us… and the many welcomes from the neighbourhood cats of our attentions.
- Laughter & conversation of a dinner date with Mrs S. and a happy, lingering feeling of friendship.
- Camaraderie of a simple shared lunch with work colleagues, more laughter and necessary workshopping of idiotic behaviour.
- Smiling, catching a glimpse through the throng of commuters of the G.O.’s fluoro orange jacket waiting for me at the top of the train station’s stairs.
- Gut reaction of how wrong it was for so many people to be lined up to purchase lotto tickets when the patient volunteers for the Australia Paralympic Committee sat ignored.
- Awful feeling of watching, waiting in case I had to intervene, and the conflicting urges to berate the useless dog owner who couldn’t call off “Woossy” the hunting dog pursuing our cat friend George amongst the parked cars, or to be polite & not make a fuss as the dog owner had a toddler in tow.
- Frustration of a beautiful sunny day devolving to surviving a senseless battle with scheming colleagues through solidarity & integrity they lack, and a sense of triumph of the good guys winning, surpassed by exhaustion and a loitering sense of futility.
I’m glad the week is over, and I can resume normal what-when-&-how-I-feel-like-it transmission.
I did take away a motto, “one day bats & butterflies flew outa my toaster I didn’t know what else to do but smile”.
What else can you do?
* Quotation by Dr Seuss
“If it seems too good to be true it usually is”
“Knock, knock! Who’s there? Ben. Ben who?
Ben waiting around for hours!”
Tuesday was an ordinary day until the opportunity for outrage presented itself…
Opp. #1. It wasn’t until I passed the queue of last chance $70 million lotto ticket
suckers purchasers my feet took me back to the little table where there was no queue to buy fundraising tickets for the Australian Paralympic Committee. To be honest, ordinarily I wouldn’t have spent money on either but it was so wrong.
Opp. #2. If your dog won’t come when you call, put it on a leash. Pretty simple. I hope the child belonging to it’s mother who was the owner of the unleashed pointer-type dog hunting our cat friend George amongst the cars on Flora St grows up smarter than she (didn’t look like it would be a stretch). Extra points lost for naming your dog “Woossy”, and stepping into traffic with same toddler in hand to stop cars so they won’t run over the dog you can’t control.
“he that is angry without cause, shall be in danger; but he that is angry with cause, shall not be in danger: for without anger, teaching will be useless, judgments unstable, crimes unchecked” St. Thomas Aquinas
Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending. ~ Author Unknown
I woke up missing sleep from the early hours, and missing cognitive functionality.
I passed the day somehow, and just caught the sunset as I was leaving the office.