Due to the strange nature of the theme I used for THE GEM COLLECTION I can’t quite see how to have such details as my profile, people’s comments or my replies appear. As a result, I am unable to post an acknowledgement of a Poet’s justifiable concern over my posting her sonnet ( in prose form) and without permission. so I shall do so here and in addition add some links to her work. The Sonnet which I used for December 11, 2010 – is a lovely piece called HIDDEN THINGS. When I am at my river’s edge here in Urunga, or thinking of the year or two I lived in Brisbane, the images in Hidden Things come to Mind.
My apologies again, Kathy.Very careless of me.
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CAINER’S 2011 VIDEO FOR LIBRA
Author: George Morris
The last feature I will mention is that of a deeply meditative spirit. There will be comparatively but little of the life without, . the being will be within. It will look deep into principles. Without shunning the world it will love seclusion ; — the retirement of its own sacred depths, where it holds unheard converse with the secret truth of things. It will be often bending over its own thoughts to adjust their polished shaft. The man’s spirit will love to gather round itself the experience of the solemn past, the hopes and struggles of the busy present, the mighty expectations of the pregnant future. Will oft be listening to the pale lips of things long buried — catching something of what they see and hear and do, now that they have gone hence and are to him ”no more:" reading the varied face of what now is with its prophecies of what shall be ; which prophecies, even as they are being fore-told deepen and expand and shape themselves from shadows into probable realities. All the experience he has gathered from’ men and books and things ‘ — from the faults and virtues of his own heart and life accumulate around him till he stand enveloped in it as in a cloud which moves as part of him: — a cloud of mingled hues ; some parts black, some filled with light, some streaked with prophetic fire, — all seen, all felt. Enveloped thus — thus built round about with truth- — thus experience clad, and bearing upon his warm, manly, naked heart the wants, the infirmities, the sorrows of his fellow men he will will go about the world holding sweet converse with whatever of earth is likest HEAVEN.
LIFE IS TOO MYSTERIOUS NOT TO TAKE IT SERIOUS.
The key to this new year is in the ‘letting go, let god’ concept of releasing our sense of control over circumstance and working with the energies to co-create a new framework and a far more engaging lifestyle for ourselves.
Title: I’m Posting every week in 2011! Meet me on 2011 -THE BENCH and we will idle away a few minutes. I will let you know what I have been posting, things that have come up and generally keep ourselves up to date. Once a week – maybe more. Friday Afternoon, we will wrap up the week and get ready for the weekend.
I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a week for all of 2011.
I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.
If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.
Well that’s what WordPress tells me to say. I have gone for the Post a Week. Let’s see how we go anyways. Meet you here – once a week. On the Bench outside the Shop in Town.
These first Covers are so odd that I am not posting them. I shall instead wrap up with the NEW YEAR COVER for 1949 – year of my own birth. It’s a ripper.
The Australian Women’s Weekly Saturday 4 January 1947
1948 ‘The Australian WOMEN’S WEEKLY.’, The Australian Women’s Weekly , 3 January 1948
Here comes 2011. That wraps 2010 up. It’s a Summer’s ending to the year as well which I like – even the cicada noise. Lorikeets feeding on the verandah and all well in my morning.
This last day of 2010 is sunny and clear and fairly empty of commitments or plans.
Just a pondering of the days passed and a beginning of new thinking.
I found the clearest directions for 2011 on an Astrology site which tells me “You will officialise a relation, to launch their company, to slice a painful situation definitively, in a word, to affirm your values clearly, from concrete and visible acts for all.”
The WOMENS WEEKLY has joined TROVE and features all the covers for 50 years or so. I am taking a look at the January Covers. Going back to the early 30s. Here’s a wee poem from 1936. Lets see how Australian Women have welcomed in the New Year during this time.
I hope, when other years will pass you,
They will lie as light
Upon you as soft, sweet sleep
Touches your eyes to-night.
And then 1937. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article52254025
I shall just pick the eye teeth out of these January Covers. Ones that ‘ speak to me’.
All the Summer pics do. Especially the ones in classic beach mode.
1938 looks somewhat more intimidating.
That’s 1938 down below with the frolicking devil.
The Australian Women’s Weekly , Saturday 1 January 1938
THE AUSTRALIAN WOMEN’S WEEKLY. (1939, January 7)
SET FAIR FOR THE NEW YEAR.
Here’s a way to start 2011.
I intend spending today and this evening SETTING FAIR. Tending to the nets etc. Checking the hull for barnacles and taking a look at the Charts for 2011.
I wouldn’t mind an outfit like this one either including the shoes.