There is a space in my home where you can sit and watch the colours of the world change. The sky moves across the frames, like Turner paints, the colours, the movement of clouds. It is all the things I love. Sometimes I can sit for a long time, watching the light fade, watching the birds pass over, and I feel this connection with the world. It takes me on this journey, from light to dark, from blue to pink to green to deep navy. At night the moon shines down, it casts it shaddows and illuminates the tansparent shapes like a secret ice cave.
Tonight it glows with the fading embers of the day, it is calm now, it is calm.
My heart slows, it is thankful for all the colours of the day.
Sunday, 27 March 2016
Tuesday, 22 March 2016
Grlpwr
The day was particularly grey. I worked with the girls and the second years today. There are some interesting things starting to happen. with cardboard. Never underestimate the ways in which cardboard can be used. It's like a cross between Mona Lisa smile and spice world the movie.
A student asked how to use the photocopier, which was very funny because it wasn't working very well. We decided we were never going to get back those precious minutes we lost there today.
My passport arrived.
I met an interesting girl who was very articulate and interested in the oppression of young women in today's society.
Girl power is underrated.
I have not seen fat Bobby for a few days, except to find black clumps of furrrrr upstairs...
Awkward ...
Wednesday, 16 March 2016
All the small things...
Mostly the day was about people;
I worked with people.
We talked about communication pie.
A little coaching happened.
I spent time with my mentee (chamomile tea)
I observed teaching
But
The most beautiful thing in my day was J. It got passed nine, and as I went to take her hot water bottle to her, she attacked me. Like a fat Bobby wild thing. She chased me through the upstairs of the house, scratching and biting my clothes. We laughed a lot. It is in these moments I am happiest. The hilarity that ensued between us is like no other I share with anyone. The love I have for this human cannot be described. I asked her to pause. And we absorbed the moment. One day when we are old, I said, we will reminisce about the evening we spent carrying Mimi our black kitten around in an IKEA bag, and role playing Fat Bobby attacks!
This
Is
The
Magic.
End.
I worked with people.
We talked about communication pie.
A little coaching happened.
I spent time with my mentee (chamomile tea)
I observed teaching
But
The most beautiful thing in my day was J. It got passed nine, and as I went to take her hot water bottle to her, she attacked me. Like a fat Bobby wild thing. She chased me through the upstairs of the house, scratching and biting my clothes. We laughed a lot. It is in these moments I am happiest. The hilarity that ensued between us is like no other I share with anyone. The love I have for this human cannot be described. I asked her to pause. And we absorbed the moment. One day when we are old, I said, we will reminisce about the evening we spent carrying Mimi our black kitten around in an IKEA bag, and role playing Fat Bobby attacks!
This
Is
The
Magic.
End.
Tuesday, 15 March 2016
I hear you Pablo
I have not written because life has been joyfully overflowing.
There has been;
Cement slab lifting
Soil mud muddying
Jetty building
Sailing
Laughter,
More laughter
Sunshine absorbing
Blue sky wondering
Observations
Paperwork
3 minute Mama Mia
Walking
47 flights of stairs
21,673 steps (since Saturday)
Fat Bobby attacks
And a beautiful poem from Pablo Neruda, for you, obviously.
I made these sonnets out of wood;
I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance,
and that is how they should reach your ears.
Walking in forests or on beaches,
along hidden lakes,
in latitudes sprinkled with ashes,
you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark,
pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water
and the weather.
Out of such softened relics, then,
with hatchet and machete and pocketknife,
I built up these lumber piles of love,
and with fourteen boards each I built little houses,
so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to,
might live in them.
Now that I have declared the foundations of my love,
I surrender this century to you:
wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
There has been;
Cement slab lifting
Soil mud muddying
Jetty building
Sailing
Laughter,
More laughter
Sunshine absorbing
Blue sky wondering
Observations
Paperwork
3 minute Mama Mia
Walking
47 flights of stairs
21,673 steps (since Saturday)
Fat Bobby attacks
And a beautiful poem from Pablo Neruda, for you, obviously.
I made these sonnets out of wood;
I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance,
and that is how they should reach your ears.
Walking in forests or on beaches,
along hidden lakes,
in latitudes sprinkled with ashes,
you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark,
pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water
and the weather.
Out of such softened relics, then,
with hatchet and machete and pocketknife,
I built up these lumber piles of love,
and with fourteen boards each I built little houses,
so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to,
might live in them.
Now that I have declared the foundations of my love,
I surrender this century to you:
wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
Thursday, 10 March 2016
Fat-BOBBY. The saga continues.
There is this cat.
We call her Fat Bobby. Her face is the shape of a pie. Her body like a dense tree trunk slumped in the moss. Her aim. To eat all of my cat food.
This cat is torturing my cats. It comes in, stealth Nina style, eats the food, then leaves. I have come to understand that it must know it's way around my house to get out so quickly. Heaven knows how this fat beast fits through my cat flap.
Last night after moving the food to the front room, I found her, head in the bag of food still in the kitchen. I moved it upstairs, there again she found it. 5am, ozzy growling all industrial machine-like. Scared me. I chased her down the stairs.
I may have to set a trap. A fat Bobby food trap. Or poster the streets. War is upon me and I will not back down to this greedy monster.
Tonight.
I lock the Cat flap.
We call her Fat Bobby. Her face is the shape of a pie. Her body like a dense tree trunk slumped in the moss. Her aim. To eat all of my cat food.
This cat is torturing my cats. It comes in, stealth Nina style, eats the food, then leaves. I have come to understand that it must know it's way around my house to get out so quickly. Heaven knows how this fat beast fits through my cat flap.
Last night after moving the food to the front room, I found her, head in the bag of food still in the kitchen. I moved it upstairs, there again she found it. 5am, ozzy growling all industrial machine-like. Scared me. I chased her down the stairs.
I may have to set a trap. A fat Bobby food trap. Or poster the streets. War is upon me and I will not back down to this greedy monster.
Tonight.
I lock the Cat flap.
Wednesday, 9 March 2016
Sweaty dogs, albino ducks and tall badgers (FAT BOBBY)
Today began with all the usual joyful routines.
The day was mostly about the power of coaching and OLEVI. During which time an interesting conversation happened between myself and L. She told me of a walk she had had by a canal, one which found her close to midnight on a bridge with a badger. A badger that would not move. A steadfast badger. Regardless of her dog, this furry mammal stood there in the dark between bush and canal. How does one get past a steadfast badger, in the dark, with a dog, next to water? We discussed the ferocious nature of badgers. I was happy she didn't end up with rabies. The funny thing that made us laugh a lot, was this comment "it's surprising how tall badgers are, I mean usually you don't see them stood up, they are often dead on the floor".
This lead us to a story about her friend who had photographed a white duck which they thought was actually an albino duck, turns out they had never seen a white duck before.
The close of our afternoon contemplations was about dogs, do they sweat? Apparently through their paws.
I took photos for my passport after work. I looked criminal. I looked like I had and eye disorder. I looked slightly wonky. It gave me only 3 options. I went for wonky, at least my eyes were open, I think that counts for something. At the checkout, J and I discussed how girls over think boys, and the girl at the checkout told us a story that her friends boyfriend told her she should juice to get rid of her spots or try a new face cream. I'm not sure why she shared this with us, she was outraged. It was strange but entertaining.
Currently I am harbouring all of our cat food in the front room. We have a pest. We call that pest FAT BOBBY. FAT BOBBY comes and eats all of our food. This cat is the fattest cat I have ever seen. Last night it ate all the food I hid on the worktop. I feel angry at FAT BOBBY. I can't afford to keep feeding this wilder beast. It eats and eats.
The day was mostly about the power of coaching and OLEVI. During which time an interesting conversation happened between myself and L. She told me of a walk she had had by a canal, one which found her close to midnight on a bridge with a badger. A badger that would not move. A steadfast badger. Regardless of her dog, this furry mammal stood there in the dark between bush and canal. How does one get past a steadfast badger, in the dark, with a dog, next to water? We discussed the ferocious nature of badgers. I was happy she didn't end up with rabies. The funny thing that made us laugh a lot, was this comment "it's surprising how tall badgers are, I mean usually you don't see them stood up, they are often dead on the floor".
This lead us to a story about her friend who had photographed a white duck which they thought was actually an albino duck, turns out they had never seen a white duck before.
The close of our afternoon contemplations was about dogs, do they sweat? Apparently through their paws.
I took photos for my passport after work. I looked criminal. I looked like I had and eye disorder. I looked slightly wonky. It gave me only 3 options. I went for wonky, at least my eyes were open, I think that counts for something. At the checkout, J and I discussed how girls over think boys, and the girl at the checkout told us a story that her friends boyfriend told her she should juice to get rid of her spots or try a new face cream. I'm not sure why she shared this with us, she was outraged. It was strange but entertaining.
Currently I am harbouring all of our cat food in the front room. We have a pest. We call that pest FAT BOBBY. FAT BOBBY comes and eats all of our food. This cat is the fattest cat I have ever seen. Last night it ate all the food I hid on the worktop. I feel angry at FAT BOBBY. I can't afford to keep feeding this wilder beast. It eats and eats.
Monday, 7 March 2016
Short drawing story
A short story:
Barry the life model, was a very long thin man, with a frame of a body which folded in odd ways. He had a very a large nose. His level of requests were particularly thorough. "the mat for the floor, the last one was much too thin, a lady said she would bring me some bean bags... Are you going to keep me in that position long? I just don't want to be kept in that position for too long..." He continued for some time. "Don't worry" said the lecturer "I never keep anyone in the same position for too long - I like to chop and change you."
Barry had a facinating mouth, which I spent the afternoon drawing. These drawings became more and more humourous. My eyes were tired from exploring his lines.
Barry the life model, was a very long thin man, with a frame of a body which folded in odd ways. He had a very a large nose. His level of requests were particularly thorough. "the mat for the floor, the last one was much too thin, a lady said she would bring me some bean bags... Are you going to keep me in that position long? I just don't want to be kept in that position for too long..." He continued for some time. "Don't worry" said the lecturer "I never keep anyone in the same position for too long - I like to chop and change you."
Barry had a facinating mouth, which I spent the afternoon drawing. These drawings became more and more humourous. My eyes were tired from exploring his lines.
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