The nearby hand drier, which was not working, did not have a sign.
Dear Auntie ABC News,
We pay for an offence force and call it a defence force, yet our navy is unable to supply operational ships to a potentially catastrophic weather event in our own country. We pay billions for an offence force that cannot meet our own national needs, while arts funding gets cut yet again, and over and over again.
As the esteemed Auntie of the fourth estate, charged with the duty of holding the state to account on behalf of the people, what are you doing to challenge this, our complicity in the government’s crimes against humanity (war involvement) and their criminal negligence (Cyclone Debbie)?
Bodhi 心 Kokoro
rain rain, you can stay
make the birds
come out and play
I am a poet and yogi looking for a sharehome with creative soul-minded people. I was born and raised in Adelaide, moved to Melbourne for a career in literary publishing, then travelled half the world only to find mySelf in Australia at Chenrezig Buddhist Institute, southeast Queensland.
I’m a 33-year-old male studying transpersonal psychology in his spare time and practising a hermetic/heuristic form of eclectic spirituality based on teachings from Nature, spiritual masters, literary geniuses and musical prodigies. It’s all dharma if we choose to see it that way. I’m looking for a place to live where I can set up home for the longish term, with people who are on the spiritual path, somewhere between southeast Queensland and south-coast New South Wales.
I guess you could say I’m a semi-confused, half-recovered former hippy-careerist: I stopped using drugs in January 2017; my head half-spontaneously sprouted dreadlocks in 2015; my Saturn Return started in 2013; I quit my job and started travelling in 2011; I’ve been a seeker of mystical truth since birth in Adelaide, 1983.
I’m looking for a sharehome that would ideally be drug- and alcohol-free, but knowing the creative soul-minded community, I appreciate this is … well, idealistic. A home characterised by moderation in moderation would be ideal.
I am a man of open mind, heart and spirit who loves to communicate thoughtfully and explore emotional sensitivity for its creative and transformative beauty. I work hard at being the best man I can be, and I tend to expect nothing less from the people I share my time and energy with. So I’m looking for a sharehome of progressive, compassionate, intelligent and creative people who are working on themselves to make the world a better place from within.
I live a life of simple material pleasures and intricate spiritual ones ~ above all I value and pursue the evolution of Consciousness. I observe celibacy as a spiritual practice and identify as non-binary / gender-neutral. I am currently weaning myself off tobacco and caffeine, with a view to establishing a yogic vegan diet by the beginning of 2018.
I currently receive unemployment benefits with a temporary exemption to give me some time to recover from depression without having to look for depressing menial work (which I have done my fair share of throughout the years). I’m doing really really well in the mental-health stakes, and I look forward to being self-employed again as a poet and healer by the beginning of 2018 while I continue studying Eastern psychology at dharma centres on the east coast.
I value honesty, trust and open communication. I am allergic to passive aggression, manipulation and self-righteous indignation. I embrace the differing lifestyles of others and I expect the same in return. For example, I prefer to have the dishes done before bed, but I don’t berate myself or others when this doesn’t always happen. I’m one for having rosters and rules we can break for a laugh.
I am a clean but not-exactly-tidy person ~ I value order-in-chaos, and cleanliness, but would prefer to share a home that is lived in rather than a house that is always impeccably clean and tidy. I love to cook and share food with home-mates. I love adventure ~ camping, trekking, cycle-touring and learning how to eat native weeds without going the way of Alexander Supertramp. I studied permaculture in 2015, discovering that I have a heartfelt affinity for soil and compost. I love to garden and salvage materials from building supplies to coffee grounds.
I love talking shit and having a cackle over a cup of tea in the morning. I also love getting my meditation practice done before I emerge into the home so my moods are not hanging out everywhere. I’m far less moody these days, since I purged a lot of demons in January.
^^^I am, clearly, an essayist as well as a poet.^^^ I will probably post this on my blog later 😀
it’s a technicolour
is a sure way
to the Other Shore.
I just realised I am perhaps the first and only person whose publishing career began at Port Augusta power station, scribbling stories in an Atco hut between shifts involving the use of heavy-arse tools we called ‘handbags’, which are made from spent uranium and designed to spew radiation on to welds to take photos of their insides. I was given The Unbearable Lightness of Being by one of the NDT technicians on that job ~ NDT stands for ‘non-destructive testing’, which is irony at its finest
(we had to wear radiation detecting badges … because the testing was non-destructive, because in the old paradigm, seeing is believing).
The rest is history, and to quote Redgum out of context, I was only 19. As it happens, this song was made 19 years before I was 19. I also just realised it’s March 19 today. 10:55AM.