Nostalgia: thy name is me

Yes, I own up. Nostalgia is my constant companion. It has to be. I feel a misfit at this time with all its war and violence and greed and individualism and corruption. Where has all the idealism gone? So when Ms Robyn got nostalgic too about The Desiderata there was an "oh yes" in my heart and spirit and I had to blog it too.

A book a day keeps ignorance away

Along Miss Eagle's circuitous career, Miss Eagle has been a librarian.

This has had the effect of making her rather picky about libraries.

Miss Eagle doesn't think much of her local library.

She has transferred her allegiance and her membership to

the City Library in Flinders Lane.

There is a very civilized coffee shop with a hole in the wall if you want to grab and run.

There is a wonderful Mirka Mora mural.

Mirka Mora is one of Melbourne's best loved artists.

The Reverend is a brick

Over at Alas Maia has linked us to The Brick Testament. It is a joy and delight. Watch it! There are classifications for sexual content, violence, nudity, and cursing. Enjoy.

Central Park craftiness

A delightful Melbourne favourite - Patchwork on Central Park

I am willing

I discovered this poem over at the Sacred Ordinary. Fran had found it by googling the phrase I am willing. This is not only my own mantra - it describes much about me. I have found an illustration here. It is the work of Connie Bowen.

I Am Willing
copyrighted by Margaret Dubay Mikus

I am willingto change what doesn’t workfor me in my life.

I am willing to listenwith an open heart,without judging.

I am willing to plant seedsthat take a long time,if ever, to grow.

I am willing to feel and let go.

I am willing to make mistakes and learn from them.

I am willing to live in the present.

I am willing to forgive and forget in my heart.

I am willing to love as much as my endless spirit will allow.

I am willing to be seen in all my radiance.

I am willing to be fearless.

I am willing to be powerful
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I am willing to be peaceful.

I am willing to stand tall and walk gracefully.

I am willing to sing with my stunning, full voice.

I am willing to allow.

I am willing to let go.

I am willing to change.

I am willing to seeand be seen.

I am willing to hearand be heard.

I am willing to feel and be felt.

I am willing to heal and be healed.

I am willing to love and be loved.

I am willing to be fully human.

Skinny and white

Maybe I'm the last person to know about this, but I was gobsmacked when Herself brought home to-day White Glo toothpaste. The front part of the package, the one you see on the supermarket shelf, makes no claim about what this toothpaste does to and for your teeth - but it has two names because it is also referred to as Crave Away appetite control toothpaste. It claims to help "suppress appetite and reduce food cravings" through a homeopathic formula. Apparently, the formula works because it

is absorbed into the bloodstream through the lining of the mouth as you brush your teeth. The unique ingredients send a signal to your brain indicating "fullness" and assisting in suppressing appetite and good craving! After brushing, you don't feel the urge to eat as much!

If this really, truly works we will have to change our habits.

Don't brush after meals, brush before.

Meanwhile, over in Hardware Lane...

... the only hardware getting a guernsey these days is the knife and fork.

Centre Place and Shag

I love the lanes and arcades of Melbourne.

They give it that special European quality.

Centre Place is one of my favourites.

At one end of Centre Place is Shag.

Beloved of all retro and vintage gals.

I always stop by - but there is nothing to fit me.

However, I'm trying to do something about that so I live in hope.

I didn't realise that when I did this photo, it would also be a self-portrait...

There are hats...

and shoes...

and accessories...

and then there's the decor...

LONG LIVE SHAG!

Ancient Wisdom - seasons of the soul 2

Thinking more upon the seasons, my thoughts turned to that beautiful song from The Seekers, Turn, Turn, Turn. It is based on a passage from the Tanakh to be found in Chapter 3 of a book of great and ancient wisdom called Ecclesiastes:

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;

a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;

a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;

a time of war, and a time of peace.