5/52 Stills Collection

Far out! it is already February! Happy year of the Horse. A year for putting hard work into action for me. The fact that I am still keeping this project up is fantastic and a good sign. I have been taking photos. Could be taking more…. but I am working on that.

 

cow on runway

 

35 yrs old

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Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

A tribute to a very special man. Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela. Thank you.

Amandla!

Below are the lyrics to a song my talented husband wrote in tribute to Nelson (or Madiba as he is also known).

An African man
I am
Born into a Rainbow Nation
The colour of our skin no matter no
It’s the blood that-
It’s the blood that run

See my history could be better
I have never been much of a reader
but the way I, I see it
We grow all our Knowledge though experience
And I lived it
Watched it as a child every day
As an

An African man
I am
Born into a Rainbow Nation
The Colour of our skin no matter no
It’s the blood that
It’s the blood that run

From a family (repeat)

See for most of his life-time of 27 yr
They Exiled him to an island
out of fear
And they almost almost sent him blind
Through forcing him to dig down, down, down deep in the quarries of lime
For his “crimes against humanity”????
No, No they didn’t see
No, No they didn’t see
What is Unity

He was a visionary
He was a Visionary eeeeehhh!!

Then as as he walked out with his head held high
Screaming AMANDLA!!!(power in Zulu)
With his fist in the sky
Singin’ freedom for all
Freedom, freedom for all (repeat)

Cause we know that everything will be OK
one day
OK OK OK OK OK one day

One day…..

“Rainbow Nation” A tribute to Nelson Mandela
Written by Hayden Hack

And here is a link to the song itself – RAINBOW NATION by The Hayden Hack Infusion

Facebook page of The Hayden Hack Infusion here

And YouTube clips here

Biography of Nelson Mandela here

Why Nelson is a badass here

Thank you for your lessons in humanity and compassion Nelson. Power to the peaceful!

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

A tribute to a very special man. Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela. Thank you.

Amandla!

 

Below are the lyrics to a song my talented husband wrote in tribute to Nelson (or Madiba as he is also known).

 

An African man
I am
Born into a Rainbow Nation
The colour of our skin no matter no
It’s the blood that-
It’s the blood that run

See my history could be better
I have never been much of a reader
but the way I, I see it
We grow all our Knowledge though experience
And I lived it
Watched it as a child every day
As an

An African man
I am
Born into a Rainbow Nation
The Colour of our skin no matter no
It’s the blood that
It’s the blood that run

From a family (repeat)

See for most of his life-time of 27 yr
They Exiled him to an island
out of fear
And they almost almost sent him blind
Through forcing him to dig down, down, down deep in the quarries of lime
For his “crimes against humanity”????
No, No they didn’t see
No, No they didn’t see
What is Unity

He was a visionary
He was a Visionary eeeeehhh!!

Then as as he walked out with his head held high
Screaming AMANDLA!!!(power in Zulu)
With his fist in the sky
Singin’ freedom for all
Freedom, freedom for all (repeat)

Cause we know that everything will be OK
one day
OK OK OK OK OK one day

One day…..

“Rainbow Nation” A tribute to Nelson Mandela
Written by Hayden Hack

 

And here is a link to the song itself – RAINBOW NATION by The Hayden Hack Infusion

 

Facebook page of The Hayden Hack Infusion here

And YouTube clips here

Biography of Nelson Mandela here

Why Nelson is a badass here

 

Thank you for your lessons in humanity and compassion Nelson. Power to the peaceful!

Hide and Seek – A Composite Image

Hide and Seek

Howdy.

It’s been a long time between posts. I have started my course. I am busy. But oh so INSPIRED! Above is one of my assignments. A composite image. I have never really created a “real” composite image before, but am excited by the possibilities. I have oodles of ideas for other composite images.

I love the fact that you can create a fantasy world and tell a completely surreal story. I am all for photoshop in this regard and am stoked with all the new skills I have. Here’s to creativity in motion. Here’s to taking steps towards your dreams. Create your world. Live it. Love it. x

Colouring Book

In this

my colouring book of life

I have started

to incorporate

some of the more vibrant hues

and am no longer

afraid

to colour outside of the lines.

In fact

I love it.

In fact

it gives me a thrill.

Tickles my fancy so to speak.

It helps that I

care less and less what others think of me.

In my cloak of patch-worked rainbows

Mistakes

Successes

Growth and learning

I happily stand out from the crowd

Dancing to a tune only I can hear.

 

Rainbow Life

Choose your own adventure.

I am going to study full-time next year. (Finishing a course I started over 10 years ago). I am a mother of two small children. My husband is a musician. How am I going to manage? I have no f-ing clue. All I know is that I really REALLY want to do this. My brain has been craving stimulation on an academic level since I knew that I was pregnant first time round. I realised then that I would soon be a mum and not a uni student who worked in a bar in Fitzroy, Melbourne. I was soon to be trading in  intellectual thought-provoking debates for delighted squeals about poo and getting a good attachment  on my right side using the “football hold”. I was now a watcher of day time TV. The only other time in my life when I watched daytime TV was in high school when I chucked a sickie and sat all day on the couch glued to the box. (We weren’t allowed much TV time as children so when the chance came I took it, firmly, and milked it).

I am a young mum by today’s standards. I was 25 when Lalita was born. I was still searching for what I REALLY wanted to do with the rest of my life. Sure I’d traveled – but by no means enough. Sure I’d partied – but I wasn’t completely sick of it yet. We found out about our bun in the oven 2 days after we were married. Jeez Louise! So any plans I had seemed to change in an instant. Not bad, just different to the timeline I had arranged in my head. We adapted. Steepest learning curve I’ve ever been dealt. Also the most rewarding. Like a good uphill climb, you’re puffed and your legs ache but you feel AMAZING!

After traveling around Australia in a van for close to a year (we left Melbourne when Lalita was 8 months old) we settled out of the city and away from all of our friends not yet having kids or even remotely thinking about it, and discussed number 2. (No, not in the toilet sense). Kioni was born when Lalita was 2.5 years old. My sister-in-law worded me up about the first year of 2 children being close to a living hell…… and despite lots of great times and little snippets of bliss it pretty much was. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. I tried hard to remind myself of this often. Like when the dishes and the state of  house in general would make me break down in tears from the sheer thought of having to try to do something about it. My other mantra was that this too shall pass…. this had less of a calming effect generally. I think because when you’re in it, it never feels like you’re going to be anywhere else. EVER. It’s amazing that as soon as you have no time for anything you get this drive to follow through with every idea (creative mostly in my case) you have ever had since kindergarten. Problem being that you can’t. You have 2 children who are wholly and solely dependent on you for their survival. AAAARRRGGGHHHHHH. I did my own head in so many times over that year, that when my 2 beautiful daughters started actually playing together I was too distracted to notice the 10 minutes of  silence before it was all over. Lalita hitting Kioni over the head with a (paperback) copy of “When I’m Feeling Jealous”. Apt much?!

But those periods of silence started to increase, both in length and frequency. There was a small pin prick of light and the end of that very dark tunnel. And almost with every day that passed after Kioni turned 1 that light source got bigger and bigger.  Kioni is almost 3. I have been harbouring this need to finish my course for close to 5 years now. I am ready. Even if I don’t know how to be. Said in the loud American accent of my sister-in-law Steph ” I’m getting it done!” Wish me luck. Or offer to babysit should the need arise. : )

there is always light. no matter how dark it seems.

“trust in the universe. manifest miracles. flavour fate. design destiny. choose your own adventure” – Ketakii Jewson-Brown

Big League

Joining the big league

Bigging up myself

With belief

Mixing in confidence and intention

Large amounts of intention

Setting it all off with discipline and action

(Remember it speaks louder than words)

Not so much faking it

As making it

Happen

Allowing the cracks to be

So that light may stream in

I am

Therefore I am

I am

Therefore I am

Let it be

Let me be me

Let me be the best version of me

I can possibly be.