“Back yourself”

A golden lustre — held below the ribs  … above the diaphragm … chest-cavity filling …

A sphere of strength – of  confidence – of surety … the understanding that ‘as I am’ is enough.

A push from one who knows me …

… offered objectively and without motive.

A gift accepted … held … polished.


… Sunday night spent imaging a world where everyone was offered such generosity …

… and planning how I can pass it on …



The illusion of control … ?

There is a destined path of goodness for me – my decisions and actions will not affect the end at which I find myself.

Destiny : the inevitability of a future state.


My  decisions and actions determine my future – the end at which I find myself is inevitable given my past decisions and actions and the laws of nature.

Determinism : control over the future only insofar as there is control over current decisions and actions.


Over the past few days I have been told to “go with the flow”; asked to define exactly what I think that I can control; advised to have faith that what is supposed to be is, or will be.

Some days I believe that I am the sole author of my own future. Other days, I look back with the surety of hindsight and see destiny’s hand.

Can I believe in both destiny and determinism? That destiny has a purpose in mind but that the paths leading to this end are multiple, dependent upon my present actions …

In accepting what ‘is’, I feel that I am relinquishing any influence over what will be.

I hold onto the assumption that I have some influence over what will be … to what extent, and to what end, I am not sure.


The Plan.


My perfect work day …

… begins and ends at a time that encourages elements other than work. It does not begin and end at the same time every day – it flows according to need, focus and priority.

It is a collage of interesting conversations and goal-orientated action. It is supported by constructive criticism and generous recognition.

It looks forward to travel – to sharing ideas – to speaking in French.

My perfect work space …

… is a place of learning and growth; ideas are rolled, chewed, folded, refined.

There is an assured leader with a stated outcome.

There is a sense of common purpose and single team; there is energy.

There is space for new. There is encouragement of “What If…?” … “What Is It For?”


And the work that I do on this day, in this space …

… empowers communities that produce raw and value added food.

This could mean ensuring that socially responsible practices are developed, followed and valued. It could mean creating connection between the consumer and the producer.

It will mean that the food product is more valued that it was yesterday.

It will mean that the communities that produce the food product are stronger than they were yesterday.

It will mean that consumers have a clearer choice than they did yesterday.

It will not market good – it will do good.


And now to find it.


We need a watch that tells us how to breathe …



In 20 minutes the class of 17 had warmed-up, picked up weights, put them down and minute 19 saw us contemplating a section where Pilates and yoga had fused to offer exercise for the core …

Minute 20 saw us accepting the offer.

Minute 20 saw most of us holding our breath to push discomfort into a darker corner.

Imagine if minutes saw …

And our instructor, in reminding us to inhale, landed on the idea of the watch that tells us how, and when,  to breathe.



The watch that tells me if I have been communicated with, or if my heart rate is sufficiently high, or if my sleep was appropriately sound also telling me when to inhale, exhale – reminding me to sustain my own existence.

And while I know that the comment should have included the adjective “properly”

as with all communication, the devil is in the detail.

… it was the catalyst for the thought :

Will there be a point in human evolution where we need to be reminded when to breathe?

Will there come a time when I am so dependent upon something that I attach to my person that I forget to rely on my person?

On perception …

The sum of our perception is shaped by the sum of our experiences…

I understand that the world doesn’t look like I think it does – there are no colours, mere reflections of light waves unabsorbed by tangible objects … even then, tangible objects are not so tangible … they are me merely compositions of elements – atoms – protons, neutrons and electrons with space between them …

Nothing is as I ‘see’ it.

And when someone is looking at the same thing that I am, when we are looking at exactly the same reflection of colour – and the  same chemical composition … we both see something different …

Individual perceptions are based on individual experiences…

Optical Illusion


I saw only the young woman in this picture…

I don’t know why it took a more detailed drawing, that highlighted only the older woman, for the second face to became apparent … I suspect that my image of ‘old woman’ doesn’t accord with the woman in this illustration – my brain searches for associated images in the ‘old woman’ catalogue and fails to find a match …

Even now, as I look again, I find it difficult to construct …

Will this change as I get older? Would this change if I reacquaint myself with Russian fairytales or Aesop’s fables  (both have a clear stereotype)? Would this change if I trained myself to see the old woman on a regular basis?

So I don’t ‘see’ the old woman … because of the limited number of experiences in life that would allow my brain to construct a category that accords with this image provided.

What else am I not ‘seeing’?

How else is my limited experience changing my perception?


Experience broadens perception …

… how much experience is needed to see what is




On art

Art should live outside – in the public space.

Publicly consumed; the self’s breakfast, lunch, dinner.

Tangled in the office commute, the school drop-off, the supermarket shop, the email send; amongst us.

Provoking debate – conversation – emotion.

Art provoking art.


A world made of art – not just decorated by it.



On trends

19:58 … generic “chill” music – porcelain clatter – metal-extension – conversational hum … the flight to Brisbane boarding …

… waiting room reading …

… reading about ‘the new’ / ‘the trends’ / ‘the what-will-happen-in-2017’

So many ideas – so many thoughts – so many discoveries that I haven’t yet made…



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… a future that is overwhelming and exciting in equal measure and with equal intensity …

There is so much to do and so little time to do it …

… and then to do it ‘well’ – a whole different wave of unease …

Which to choose?  Which fork to take? (or whether to take a fork at all – best eat w ones fingers; paleo-inspired)

What new year’s trend to follow / to immerse in / to subscribe to?


On trends and ‘the new’ – an idea …

hold each lightly


subscribe only to those that make sense … those that sing.