Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Something lost

What is it you 
See
When you look at
Us.
Mother Daughters
Once your friends.
Now
Not friends but I don't know
What.
You look in our eyes 
But your smile doesn't 
Reach
Your eyes.
You say yes
But your eyes shift away at the final
Moment.
You look scared found out
But we don't know why you're scared
And then later
We find out.
And I don't think you could
Care less.
Loss grieve heart empty landscape
Confusion many nights wondering why
Mean girls
Not understanding.
Questions unanswerable.
The world is crazy.
People are in delusion.
But it hurts
And something has been lost. 
                       
By Vicki Kelleher 2015

Working the ordinary



Because I am a sensitive-creative type, I always found places like institutions and offices to be like foreign lands....some of these places are very temperature controlled and bland looking. People tended to wear different kinds of clothes - clothes that needed ironing and seemed to lack movement or flow. In fact the whole environment of these places appeared very still and quiet, but not peaceful. Peaceful to me means there is flow and motion, sometimes sound even if it's simply your own breath, distant bird calls, or traffic. Peaceful is quietly happy, content and working together. When I worked in hospitality it felt a bit like this to me because mostly everyone worked together, feeling bonded by the urge to help people, to be of service, the strange working ours often at night, and the sense that you were working outside the rules.
Now contemplating entering into working in an office, I was confronted by the initial fear that I may have to change myself and confirm to something I may not agree with....but things have changed. I realise that there is no way I am willing to forgoe who I am in all of my values and ethical approach to living, that somehow when I was younger I may have felt both unwilling to give these up and also feeling badly about this for some reason, that my strength comes from these values and ethics, and that this is what makes me a good worker and that I can be recognised and appreciated as such. I wish that I had believed in myself and what I bring with me when I was younger, as people probably saw this in me then but I still thought I had to hide it!
Now I am heading out there into the seemingly ordinary world beyond arts and community, but I cannot take the arts and community out of me, it will come through somehow and I will be right behind it!

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Returning


I have found that it is so easy to get caught up....thinking, worrying, planning, deciding, working things out, not-thinking....all of this is very draining. Silence or rather quietness is the opposite. Quietness brings refreshment, sensory calm, and a feeling of fullness yet without weight. 

Quietness comes to us either through imposed circumstances or conscious effort. It is difficult to find time and space to practice being quiet, but I find the natural elements an easy way into it....after a time I can sink into my surroundings and the other stuff falls away. The sounds of the ocean or the trees is soothing, a bracing wind can force the mind to just focus on walking one step at a time and this focus can bring us quiet. I am fortunate to live so closely with nature, but calm surroundings, even just a beautiful flower or a potted fern we can rest our eyes upon can help us, nature acts as a bell that brings us back into ourselves, returning home to ourselves in each moment.