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“Me? I’ve been lonely my whole life for as long as I can remember, since I was a child.  Sometimes being around other people makes it worse… When you’re young, you think its going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close – as close as you can get – to another person only makes clear the impassable distance between you.”

“If being in love only made people more lonely,
why would everyone want it so much?”

“Because of the illusion. You fall in love its intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like you’ve actually become one with the other person.  Merged souls, and so on.You think you’ll never be lonely again.  Only it doesn’t last and soon you realise you can only get so close, and you end up brutally disappointed, more alone than ever, because the illusion – the hope you held onto all those years – has been shattered.

But see, the incredible thing about people is that we forget.  Time passes and somehow hope creeps back and sooner or later someone comes along and we think this is the one. And the whole thing starts all over again.  We go through our lives like that, and either we just accept the lesser relationship – it may not be total understanding, but its pretty good – or we keep trying for that perfect union, trying and failing, leaving behind us a trail of broken hearts, our own included.  In the end, we die as alone as we were born, having struggled to understand others, to make ourselves understood, but having failed in what we once imagined was possible.

How to be alone, to remain free, but not feel longing, not to feel imprisoned in oneself. That is what interests me.”

He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind, one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes to understanding another,
a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding.
The difficulty of having a mind that understands that it will always be misunderstood.

“But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible.  And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence.”

“And mistreat each other, won’t they?”

Ray nodded. “Horrendously.”

(quote from “Man Walks into a Room” – Nicole Krauss)

O, the shame of it

the turbulence of the world behind my eyes spills out
shame burning
guilt gasping
heart constriction

shock

I see your shock at my nakedness.
The nakedness of my whole truth.
My vulnerability.
Like a foetus curled, cold, helpless.

Quick. Retreat. Apologise.

Tuck it back in, decorum returns.
Healing might not have happened but my humanity affirmed your own.

Somehow with our shit, our baggage, our brokenness
we still find a way to live loving one another.

it is very dark there
and very lonely
in the world behind my eyes

Grab some paper & pens (a long roll and colours might inspire some creative enthusiasm)

draw a horizontal axis through the middle of your sheet – this is for time (your age, the year, whichever you prefer…)

draw a vertical axis on the left hand side of your sheet – this is for showing paid work (above the line) and unpaid work (below the line) and should provide an exercise to map how much you’ve had going on at once…

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(apologies mine isn’t pretty, some of them were….)

 

Reflection Questions:

1. At different stages, what have been the priorities that have directed/influenced your work choices and balance between paid work, unpaid work & rest?

2. When you look at your journey, where have you found fulfillment?
In which role or balance of roles?

3. Does the work you do influence the way you feel about yourself?

 

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For anyone who has been to stay with Ched & Elaine in Oak View, you may know of their little system for napkin individualisation which is that you write your name on a peg, attach your peg to your napkin and it’s yours for the duration of your stay (or at least until it gets dirty!).  Once they have written a name on each side, these pegs graduate to the clothes line and every time they hang out the laundry they see the names of all the different people who have come to stay – “a great cloud of witnesses” in the sacred ordinary things.

Last night I ran prayers before our open community meal and we all wrote names of people we’ve journeyed with that we want to remember and pray for.  I’ve never been great at ‘prayers of others’ but I’m pretty good at keeping up with the laundry; although I will acknowledge laundry can be one of those jobs that feels never ending. Brother Lawrence was a monk in the 17th century who believed in practising the presence of God “…we ought not to grow tired of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.” I’m going to do my laundry with love and mindful prayers for others.

I want to dream

I want to dream
I want to dream together
I want to dream together and for your vision plus my vision
to surpass anything either could imagine on our own
I want to use my gifts to serve your vision, and
for you to do the same for me
I want the dream to be organic and to change
as you and I change
I want the dream to look different in different kinds of light
– sunlight, moonlight…
and seasons
– spring, autumn…
I want to talk about the dream as we walk along, catch the bus, share a meal together
I want to know the intimacy of shared thoughts with you
common and sacred at the same time
I want a dream that in its dreaming makes me smile in my sleep and
hold hope for a whole world through the day
I want a dream that needs a roll of butchers paper, five colours of post it notes and
four coloured marker pens to explain and still doesn’t really capture its soul
I want to dream together with you
I want to dream together
I want to dream

Talitha Fraser

Therefore I am going to allure her;
I will lead her into the wilderness
and speak tenderly to her.
There I will give her new growth,
and will make in her darkness a door of hope.
There she will respond with devotion
as in the day she first knew freedom.

Hosea 2:14-15 (sort of…)

Conform

As if the shop windows, billboards, advertising, etc. of dominant culture weren’t enough…

 

Listen

I lost my voice again today.
Not from shouting too much.
No… more mute than that, more fut- (I’ll)

repress, supress to impress you
and make you feel good about yourself
as I diminish. Finish saying nothing because…

I lost my voice again today
it was not drowned out
indeed it rarely swims
being afraid of the water
undercurrents
submerged logs
stagnant bogs
blank blog
page
empty of hope and dreams.

I lost my voice again today.
Thoughts are teeming through my mind but
my feelings make my tongue numb
I want to get them out
but I doubt
myself and you move on
to your next (point)
out to me my flaws, their cause, no pause for understanding.
I want to do work of worth, birth something beautiful together but
you are so protective of the turf there might as well be a “Keep Off The Grass” sign out (front)

up, make me an offer, negotiate, my way or the highway
that does not head in the direction I want to go.

I lost my voice again today.
I was looking for what was true, went via your agenda, don’t make this about my gender.
Except, of course, that it is.
Lord, why am I still here?
Why do I care?
The words of an individual
indivisible from their meaning
gleaning, glistening
purity out of obscurity
my truth…
Listen.
This is my truth.

This is my whole truth.

Inspired by the poetry of Joel McKerrow and Stevie Wills at Surrender and resident poet at the City Library this month Alia Gabrez, Centre for Poetics and Justice (by Talitha Fraser)

Pictured: Grandma Oak – a significant tree to Elaine and Ched. One of the oldest where they live in Oak View,
this grand dame has been split by lightening
and overgrown the “limiting” babrbed wire that got in her way
– a strong, beautiful triumph of nature
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While doing the internship in Oak View there were two other interns based offsite who travelled in for Tuesday/Wednesday and it was great to get to spend time coming to know Julia and Jeremy… I am an introvert and generally try to avoid meeting new people because it feels so awkward and uncomfortable and I’d rather skip that stage!  Early in the piece we were doing the dishes after lunch together and Jeremy begins “So…” and my inner introvert braced anticipating the question “What do you do?”, or similar, but no, instead he said “…tell me about a significant tree in your life”.  In the interests of full disclosure Jeremy is into anarchal primitivism and the interconnectedness of creation so that’s how he rolls but I felt dumbfounded but what a great question I conceived that to be.

So many of those preliminary introduction questions seem to be about establishing status/knowledge and we skipped it!

My mind went to the low-sweeping willow tree in Wellington Zoo whose branches touch the ground and an afternoon I spent having a picnic under there watching the world go by, or the wild gardens of Erskine College in Island Bay where my friend Jack and I rambled playing everything make-believe amongst the twisted roots and then my mind went to Footscray.  Footscray is where I live now, an inner-city suburb of Melbourne quite industrial and functional compared with the leafy avenues out east.  It was a bit of a shock to realise that I don’t currently have a significant tree – no place I go to get away from the house for space, perspective, to climb or lean against and read… I made it a bit of an objective being back to go on a tree-seeking mission.  …I didn’t find one.  But I did find a spot I like that feels tree-ish so perhaps I’ll plant one there.

So… tell me about a significant tree in your life…