Journal of Beauty 5 - Singing for a wiser world

March 22, 2012
Sometimes, when trying to convince the unconverted that growing fruit and vegetables is possible in the city, composting is fun and going green and being nice to each other is the only sensible option facing humanity today, words are wholly insufficient and I, for one, can feel like a broken (and very boring) record.
So I welcome and applaud unconventional and humourous ways of impressing on people how beautiful, precious and sensitive our planet is and how important our role of caretaker should be.

One such group is the choral sensation Ecopella and I am delighted to report that they braved a shower or two on Sunday, at the working bee of the community garden I helped establish (Waverley Park Communal Garden), to grace our little seedlings with melodic tones and bless our troupe of gardeners with a tuneful call to action. The most memorable song for me was called 500 years and was inspired by a true story about a church built in England in Shakespeare’s time...

The body of the church was hewn from stone but the ceiling was constructed with the help of a huge supporting oak tree beam. Huge oak trees were far much more plentiful in those days than these, but even so, some bright spark had the foresight to utter:

"Prithee folks, hear ye! Oaks trees are one helluva slowe growing tree and one daye our church might need a new roof! Let’s help our future friends by planting a fullsome stand of oaks o’er yonder and protect them with the law so when that that daye cometh, they hath the wherewithal to rebuildeth,” (or words to that effect).

Fast forward 500 years and the church caught a spark and the inside and ceiling, including oak beam were reduced to ash! Amidst the sorrow and loss was the grateful realisation that the church had been saved by the past actions of people who had the ability to look 500+ years into the future.

Wow, what a lesson for our short term thinking, fast paced world! What this story highlights is the need for us to take the long view and take steps now to build a better future. It doesn’t need to be much but it does need to be something.

Whatever the short term thinkers (and I don’t mean to get too political but hang it all! Yes, politicians) may do or say to hang onto their 3 to 4 short years of power, this story urges me to stand up to be counted in the long run. Something is rotten in the state of the world, so let’s dodge the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and take responsibility for all our tomorrows, STARTING WITH TODAY!

Nothing could be so simple: start by planting a tree.

Peaceful, romantic and optimistic notions for a wiser world.

Ecopella sings at Waverley Park Communal Garden


Journal of Beauty 4 - A mind break

January 26, 2012

Do you ever get anxious? Yeah, me too. Do you find yourself catastrophising future scenarios in a confused and haphazard fashion? Yup, ditto. Do you dredge up the past, re-running old conversations with things you couldashoulda or woulda said? Bingo.

Lying on my back, palms to the sky, eyes closed, deep breath and let it all go. I let go of thinking and tune in to feeling; the body I live in rises and falls with my breath, my heart thuds a reassuring beat and my skin comes alive with the h...

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Journal of Beauty 3 - A game of equals

November 20, 2011

The sun beats a sultry rhythm into Hyde Park and the breeze whispers ‘slow down, easy does it’. Kids dance in the fountain and their delighted squeals sail over the flowering jacaranda and through a giant bubble, right now, emerging from the wand of the Giant Bubble Busker. This guy, dressed as a rainbow, holds children captive with his burgeoning creation: a shimmering oily translucent blob which wavers for a time, massaged into a huge colon by the breeze, before…pop! A sudden flash o...

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Journal of Farce 1 - Wise words from the Dalai Lama

November 4, 2011



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Journal of Beauty 2 - Where the wild things are

October 29, 2011

24 hours in Booderee National Park, NSW, Australia

Croak croak, bwaaaark, bur bur, croak, bwaaark, pop! Croak croak, bwaaaark, bur bur, croak, bwaaark, pop! Croak croak, bwaaaark, bur bur, croak, bwaaark, pop!

It’s dark. It’s late. It’s loud! There’s no mistaking the proximity of the neighbouring swamp: Croak croak, bwaaaark, bur bur, croak, bwaaark, pop!

Head on the pillow, canvas whimpering gently in the breeze, I tune in completely. As the frog chorus reaches a cres...

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Journal of Beauty 1 - My compost bin

October 8, 2011

Oh ho. What’s this? A delicious earthy whiff as a greeting; a decadent orgy of decay within.

I open the side door and drop to my knees in reverence. God it’s beautiful! A wriggling and wiggling mass of bodies: worms slip sliding and intertwining, an extended family of earwigs playing rough and tumble in an eggshell, slugs high fiving tentacles in an orgasm of delight; and who’s this? Mr Cockroach, you lucky duck, you’re in heaven aren’t you? My kitchen (your previous hangout) can...

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Penny Jones Penny is a outdoor enthusiast with the main life aims of world peace and a pollution-free environment. Big dreams, you might say, but as an uncrushable optimist she believes in aiming high. She contributes to this vision in small powerful ways such as smiling, composting, growing veggies and above all by being kind to every plant, animal and human being who crosses her path. Her current motto: those who say it can't be done should get out of the way of those already doing it.

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