Category: love language library


Advent word: Unity

Hanging out with friends and fam #unity #kotahitanga #adventwords2019

Advent words: House

home

There is food in the eating place and blankets in the sleeping place for you. Our mess and our making. We will make room for you. This is home. I was born in Wellington, New Zealand and the spirit that forms my breath carries the Southerly off the Alps and salty water from the Straits is in my blood. I’ve lived in Melbourne for 13+ years now, but I know if there was a census tomorrow, I would travel, and family in Wellington would say: There is food in the eating place and blankets in the sleeping place for you… this is not a gift that everyone can know. #house #kainga #adventwords2019

Advent Word: Raise

She wears her sunhat and a backpack half as big as she is as we walk home from school. We raise her, sure, but to stay ahead of her questions, her development, her wonder… I am skipping to keep a hair ahead and in this I am raised up to meet her where she will be. We lift each other up. #raise #hāpai #adventwords2019 #goddaughterdays

Advent word: Humble

This year I have started 2 new jobs, moved house and in with my partner, done a reno/fitout, helped start up a vape shop we now live behind. That’s a lot of change. I’ve never been very good at a 5-year plan… I feel like the house that comes my way, that is where I will make home. Those with whom I live and work, with them I’ll share life. An angel bears news. Is it good? Is it bad? No one can know when they answer: Let it be with me as you have said. #humble #māhaki #adventwords2019

Advent word: Time

I overslept this morning and felt ‘out’ all day. Out of step. Out of time. Outside of time. Hurry up and slow down There’s time yet. #time #wā #adventwords2019

James Baldwin – Jimmy’s Blues and Other Poems

It’s me that visits. Words that are both brand new and utterly familiar at the same time somehow. I think that’s what truth sounds like.  #visit #toro #adventwords2019

These strawberry plants were a gift from Long’s garden to my own when I moved to a house that had empty garden beds. These plants have moved locations twice, been covered over with soil and recovered twice (NOT weeds!) and also moved house with me. This is their third summer, the first they have bloomed and borne fruit, and I am delighted. #unexpected #hemeaohorere #adventwords2019

rainbow skipping rope

England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales Inside, Outside, puppy dogstails

A constant refrain of my playground days and I remember setting up two dining room table chairs to practice at home as well. Because once you succeed at ankle height you get to move up through ‘kneesies’ and ‘underbums’ through up to ‘necksies’ if you were really good. And then you got to go to the next rhyme… or the next move… Diamonds?! I can’t even remember how that went… skipping, clapping games, knucklebones… 80s playground mash up… GO!

Down down baby, down by the rollercoaster. sweet sweet baby, I will never let you go shimmy shimmy cocoa puff, shimmy shimmy pow! shimmy shimmy cocoa puff, shimmy shimmy pow!

On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table
Right on to the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled out of the door.

Bubbles go haatchi tachi (knee, knee, flick)…

you are my darling…

Bubbles…  hatchi tatchi

Bubbles… hatchi tatchi

Bubbles… hatchi tatchi (getting faster and faster until someone breaks the rhythm)

Shoo!

 

Under the bambushes under the sea Boom boom boom boom
True love for you my darling
True love for me

When we get married
We’ll raise a family
With 16 children all in a
Row row row your boat Gently down the stream, Fling your teacher overboard And listen to her scream.

Under the bambushes
Under the sea
Bom bom bom
True love for you my darling True love for me

When we get married we’ll raise a family A boy for you
And a girl for me
I-tiddly-I-tie sexy

 

Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?
[Name] stole the cookies from the cookie jar. Who me?
Yes you!
Couldn’t be!
Then who stole the cookies from the cookie jar ?…

 

Concentration, concentration, now begin Keep the rhythm, keep the rhythm moving. Start now… 1 -2, 2-8, 8-4…

 

Out of breath? Me too. Apparently you have more energy when you’re 8…

The characters in this story are 5 and 6 but it is WAY to scary for kids that age (Badjelly turns kids into sausages).  Spike Mulligan does all the voices in this creative and absurd story and there’s a fairly intense soundtrack (fyi his work was a big influence on the Monty Python crew).  Essentially little kids Tim and Rose wander into the woods after their lost cow Lucy and meet various enchanted woodland characters like Binklebonk and Mudwiggle…  OMG a rumour website tells me Tim Burton might be making this into a movie 2020 – that could be fun… stinkypoo and knickers of fun.

Folks might also remember one of his most famous nonsense poems and a good example of his style:

On the Ning Nang Nong 

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There’s a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can’t catch ’em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
cause it’s the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong

Aah, like so many of the great lights of comedy it seems Spike struggled with nervous breakdowns and depression… this piece is called “Manic Depression” and is very evocative. Vale Spike Mulligan – we are grateful for your silliness and sensitivity and the gift of your art.

The pain is too much
A thousand grim winters
       grow in my head.
In my ears
        the sound of the
             coming dead
All seasons, all same
        all living
        all pain
No opiate to lock still
        my senses.
Only left, the body locked tenser.

 

Stephen cosgrove serendipity books fawn woodland animalsIf nurture (per the nature/nurture debate) is to be weighed with me then the moralistic Serendipity book series by Stephen Cosgrove might have something to answer for. I recall a box full of them, a rainbow of spines, and particular favourites I asked for on repeat – perhaps some morals I was more interested in cultivating than others. 

It’s the illustrations that bring the series to mind now more than the stories. Something of a vibrant, sumptuousness, with their wide-eyed woodland creatures and forests. 

The wiki entry for the series has a list of the lessons from fairly basic ideas such as “You are special” and “Don’t take more than you need” to things that seem complex to think on explaining to a child now… “when we exaggerate everything, we forget what the truth is” and “fear of losing what you have can rob you of the joy of sharing”.  Though my adult brain wants to presume they’d be trite to read now maybe they still have something to say after all that would speak yet to our times.

Incidentally, one of the fun things about rummaging through my brain archives and trying to find sources for half-forgotten stories is learning things I never knew about them in the first place such as that these books inspired episodes of an anime series in 1983 combined in a movie here.  I’ve just watched the first 20 mins and I’m not seeing much resemblance but you know… fascinating.