Archive for April, 2012

29 April, 2012

Book Spine Poetry

Here’s my belated book spine poetry contribution:

Book by Book, by Michael Dirda

Bird by Bird, by Anne Lamott

The Rest Is Noise, by Alex Ross.

See more book spine poetry here.

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22 April, 2012

Little Strawberry

I am an indifferent gardener at best – due to lack of time, I like to claim.  But, having inherited a number of plants (potted, on a balcony) from my landlord, I have been dutifully watering these every few days.  A couple I have saved from the brink – especially after holidays such as Christmas and Easter when I was away.  A couple of others have not been so lucky.

One plant in particular – green felt like leaves, spindly stalks; really nothing to look at – was close to expiring until I began watering it religiously, determined not to have another living thing die on me.

I went to water it yesterday morning and imagine my surprise when I found this unlovely thing had spawned a strawberry!  Two actually (one was hiding in a shelf nook).

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9 April, 2012

Easter Exultet

Shake out your qualms.
Shake up your dreams.
Deepen your roots.
Extend your branches.
Trust deep water
and head for the open,
even if your vision
shipwrecks you.
Quit your addiction
to sneer and complain.
Open a lookout.
Dance on a brink.
Run with your wildfire.
You are closer to glory
leaping an abyss
than upholstering a rut.
Not dawdling.
Not doubting.
Intrepid all the way
Walk toward clarity.
At every crossroad
Be prepared
to bump into wonder.
Only love prevails.
En route to disaster
insist on canticles.
Lift your ineffable
out of the mundane.
Nothing perishes;
nothing survives;
everything transforms!
Honeymoon with Big Joy!

~James Broughton

5 April, 2012


Over time, I’ve been experiencing a slow shift with respect to what, where and to whom I’m paying attention. An imperceptible change in priorities from day to day. Which will (has? is?), eventually over a long period, become a fairly seismic shift in perception. Hence, my absence from this blog. So far, it’s mostly been internal. And in all likelihood, is likely to lead to external changes. It’s been liberating, and exciting at times, but also, frankly, terrifying. Only time will tell where it will lead me!

In the meantime, I’m back in Melbourne for a week and enjoying family, old (and new) friends and the general urban(e)-ness of my home town. And the occasional buttery toasted currantey goodness of hot cross buns!

A safe and happy Easter, all.

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