Haiku

everybody is
entitled to their beliefs
but they're not all right

Two letters

The sign on a till at Coles the other day read:
"
Out of Order

We apologies for any inconvenience.

Thank you for shopping at Coles
"

It's amazing that having two letters in the wrong order can make a message seme so unprofessional.

I got something

I never really grasped the Nelson Mandela concept of being more afraid of our light than our darkness until recently. But the more I wander through this world, the more I realise the truth of that entire spiel.

We don't just communicate with the people we intend to communicate with. Just by the act of being in a place, you are giving something to that place. Depending on how open you are inside, depending on how much light you feel comfortable to shine, you will have a positive, neutral or negative effect on that place.

I can feel my energy passing to other people all the time. Especailly strangers in the city. Most people ignore each other, but everyone is affecting everyone else's space in some way.

Maybe this is an INFP thing - we see people from such a close angle - we want to be in everyone's head, we want to analyse our environment and feel something towards it.

I want to feel like I am having a powerful positive impact on my environment. The thing that I'm coming to realise is that I can. I have the light inside me to have that sort of impact - but I'm afraid of it. I'm unsure of it, I'm wary of it.

I know I've got something. Every day I'm reminded that I am different and set apart. This opens my heart and makes a little more light shine out.

I feel like I couldn't have had the sort of relationships I've had in my life so far without understanding my own light and realising that I've got something to give.

I have a feeling that this concept which Nelson Mandela so eloquently put into words will continue to penetrate my world for a very long time to come. I don't want to ever believe that I'm perfect, or that I can do everything in my own strength. All I want to do is continue to choose to impact my environment with my unique light.

You wanna piece of me

I don't know if Britney Spears herself came up with the idea for her song, Piece of Me, or if it was her marketers or something, but whoever it was, I take my hat off to them.

Bands have done it before in more subtle ways - whinging about the media in their songs (Good Charlotte, for one) - but this song is a blatant counter-attack. This truly proves that the best way to fight back at a society-gone-wrong is through art. Talk shows can twist your words and censor you, writers can misquote you to their own ends - so trying to get your point across through the press is stabbing yourself with your opponent's sword. Using a song, Britney has said exactly what she wants to say to and about the media. This is good for two reasons. 1. People will hear it for what it is and form their opinions based on Britney's own words. 2. It will make her even more rich and famous, which is in itself a stab at her adversaries. It may not be as radical as great political and social songs of the past, but it is comparable because, although it's on a personal level, it's a song with a purpose other than just to entertain. And that's more than one can say for most popular music these days.

So the point I am making is, if you have something to say, say it with art. (Unless of course your art involves naked thirteen-year-olds.)

The rotten apple and the new seed

Say you have a rotten apple. Completely gross, mouldy and inedible Its seeds have fallen out. Its final end will definitely be in the bin.

But you don't realise that it's mouldy. It is - it's awful, but it's the only apple you've got, so you think it'll do.

Someone has their hand out, offering you a seed to plant a new apple tree. The apple tree will bear good fruit forever.

If you want to, you can throw away your mouldy old apple and take the seed and plant it. It's your choice.

If you don't plant the seed, all you'll have is a rotten apple that will end up in the bin.
If you do plant it, you will have a beautiful, everlasting apple tree that you can tend to and nourish and enjoy forever.

To make this choice, you have to acknowledge that the apple you have is really rather yucky, and then you will want to throw it away and plant a your tree.

But unless you acknowledge the rottenness of your apple and take the seed, you'll be stuck with that rotten apple until it goes in the bin, and you'll never have a new tree.

My head is the inside of a capsicum.

Oh, woe is me!

I haven't written here at all this year. A very bad sign. There's been something missing from my life lately and I think this is what it is. I've been writing in my journal every day, but because it's personal, I'm pretty lazy with it. I need an outlet for *actual* writing. And I need to get some of the crazy little ideas in my head OUT! Out out out. Because if they're stuck in my head with no validation or records they'll simply pass away and never be seen again. And that would be sad for those poor ideas that never asked for anything, but only wished to be written down. Don't worry, little guys! Blog to the rescue! I will stand up for your right to a voice. I will express you until my fingers are sore. You will never go hungry again. Lalala.

I've been trying to use facebook groups to record all the things I'm becoming interested in. It sounds dumb, but I've become addicted to joining facebook groups. Everything from 'Women's Forum Australia' to 'Bubbles Make Me Happy'... I seem to join two or three groups each time I go online!

There are some things, however, that you just can't say with a facebook group!

I'm actually here avoiding work I should be doing. Nothing unusual for me. I think I should call the computer my Procrastination Station, because that seems to be its calling. Or maybe the computer is the terminal and the actual stations are youtube, facebook and google.

Hmmmm. I'd better get back to work, but I'll be back to share some of those fantastic ideas that probably won't seem so fantastic when I try to write them but oh well, what can you do?

Ahhh, how I have missed you, blog of mine!