DECEMBER 10: OUR MONTH TO BE AT PEACE WITH THE WORLD by Colleen Keating

Saturday 10 th DECEMBER

Day 10

You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.   ~ Hildegard of Bingen

These words of Hildegard came to me when I saw the duckling being protected across the bridge . If a mother and father ducks protect their babies like these two did how much more would are we protected by a great Spirit of love? (Father is just ahead, leading the way)

 

Peace is not a noun;

it is a verb.

It re- quires us to spend ourselves in its pursuit. 

Our seasonal walk called a Ginko. Today it is the second Saturday of summer and we gathered as a group of haikuists to walk in the Japanese gardens in East Gosford  and write down our reflections and share our observation and drafts  as we work them into haiku. Our group called White Pebbles included meeting, coffee, walking and then our work together. This is the 10 th day of my birthday month and it was lovely the group sang Happy Birthday to me and surprised me with a birthday card. (How Beverley remembered I am not sure).  

The Edogawa Commemorative Gardens and  Gosford Regional Gallery is the venue for White Pebbles 

December is unfolding as a very special birthday month. Every day is special.

garden

harmony of  magpie song

and sözu

 

     

A sōzu is a type of water fountain used in Japanese gardens.

It consists of a segmented tube, usually of bamboo, pivoted to one side of its balance point.

At rest, its heavier end is down and resting against a rock.

A trickle of water into the upper end of the tube accumulates and eventually moves the tube’s centre of gravity past the pivot, causing the tube to rotate and dump out the water. The heavier end then falls back against the rock, making a sharp sound, and the cycle is repeated.

These fountains were originally intended to startle any herbivores, such as deer or boars, which might be grazing on the plants in the garden, but shishi-odoshi are now a part of the visual and aural design of gardens, and are used primarily for their aesthetic value.

 

DECEMBER 9: OUR MONTH TO BE AT PEACE WITH THE WORLD by Colleen Keating

Friday 9th DECEMBER

Day 9

The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

– Mary Oliver

How did I feel , in my heart, today as I met my dear friend and confidente and school friend from many decades back and as I received a text from another dear friend with her sharing of a tree she saw on her morning walk . . . its leaves in the light, breathtaking? 

And have I finally figured out what beauty is for ? 

I can only say I have come a little closer to those questions and as one poet says I am living into the answers. 

One thing I do know  Nature  for my friends and I is saviour . And with my friends we both agree from our deep spiritual awareness, Nature speaks to us   as the one who helps show us the way and nature is our chapel, church and cathedral.

Buildings where we once felt secure do nothing now for us compared to  the shape, colour, texture, smell, story, feel of  nature especially a tree.

And in this beauty  is peace. Peace for all the world??

Each of us cannot make that happen. We can only work towards it in the place where we stand.

We can only make it in the person we are and let it radiate out from there and hoping  there are enough of us that feel and act that way so that  it hits the tipping point  for peaceful ways, peaceful answers, peaceful solutions rather than always falling back into fighting and wars.  Peace can reign and life is happy for both sides of any conflict when resolutions are worked on. 

Paperbarks on my Lake Walk

speak in theirs tones of browns and cream and buff
their conversations stance all unique, feminine and real,
their rootedness, grounding and sense of place

reminding me to be present to every moment of the day 
their texture that encourage me to race home and write
and in the sound of their leaves rustling in the breeze

DECEMBER 8: OUR MONTH TO BE THE PEACE WE WISH FOR by Colleen Keating  

Thursday 8th DECEMBER

Day 8 

Very little grows on jagged rock.

Be ground. Be crumbled.

So wildflowers will come up

where you are.

You have been stoney for too many years.

Try something different.

Surrender.

by Rumi

                                 

 Surrender . Be at peace. How many times do we feel power force strength are the way forward. We shoulf say every morning ‘SURRENDER’

The philosophers know that simply being tough enough to subdue an adversary– physically, emotionally, verbally— does not guarantee peace. It only assures me that the situation will continue long after the initial struggle ends. “Soft is stronger than hard,”Hermann Hesse wrote, “water stronger than rock, love stronger than force.”

Christmas parties are the thing this week. One special group the Women Writers Network WWN met as it has every year (weather permitting) Under the Magnolia tree and we met  – some of us for the first time since covid. We shared poems that made us laugh, we popped a few bottles of Champas and shared  special treats and chocolate,  Later the same day in the evening we met the Norm’s Poetry group and again shared  our work and a party. 

 

DECEMBER 7: OUR MONTH TO BE THE PEACE WE WISH FOR by Colleen Keating

 Wednesday 7th DECEMBER

Day 7

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing 

and rightdoing there is a field.

I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass

the world is too full to talk about.

Rumi

Early this morning I refound a poem titled Loud by poet laureate  (2009-2019) Carol Ann Duffy. It begins with a quote from the news,  violent enough that today they would add the disclaimer if this has disturbed viewers they can ring Lifeline.  

A woman screams so loud her voice  rips out of throat like a firework. It responds to global conflict and suffering, shouts in its effort to get control,  in the spit on the tip of her tongue . . . it roars,

bawls, howls, shieks  and those in the news cowered in the noise.

I reflect on how daily news drums into our lounge rooms, fills our personal space with impending doom, darkens our minds, bombards our hearts and it is easy to get caught in the hype that peace is impossible .

This can be depressing, deflating and our memory can be smothered. It is easy to forget 

 to look for the light

 be in the light  

be the light 

knowing the darker the world 

the brighter will  be our light

as we move beyond the wrongdoing  and rightdoing

into the field

 where WE ARE PEACE.

DECEMBER 6: OUR MONTH TO BE THE PEACE WE WISH FOR by Colleen Keating

 Tuesday 6th  DECEMBER

Day 6

 Humanity, take a good look at yourself. 

Inside, you’ve got heaven and earth, and all of creation. 

You are a world—everything is hidden in you.

-Hildegard of Bingen

Olive Pink was a woman who spoke for all humanity. She used her life to call for social justice for the Indigenous people, the First Nations people. She fought the ideas of Missions, of assimilation, of the Stolen Generation,  of the over crowding in the prisons.  Only when we realise our commonality: how all peoples whatever race, culture or creed  or colour want the same things for their families, clean water, food, shelter, happiness and safety for their loved ones. Here in Australia we must work towards that outcome.   This is the only way to have peace in our country and peace in the hearts of our people.. . all our people.  

Very affirming for me this morning to realise Olive Muriel Pink is listed in the Top 10 Poetry books for 2022. I feel so proud my epic poem  

Olive Muriel Pink: her radical & idealistic life 

stands by the side of the talented Stella Prize Winner Evelyn Araluen’s book Drop Bear which I  have read over and over and  which has been included as a study book for our U3Aand the other books including  Leni Shilton ’s poetry collection Walking with Camels: The Story of Bertha Strehlow.

Thank you to Red Kangaroo Book Shop and Ginninderra Press  for their support in the Australian story of poetry. 

DECEMBER 5: OUR MONTH TO BE THE PEACE WE WISH FOR by Colleen Keating  

MONDAY 5TH DECEMBER

Day 5

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Finding paradox while watering the garden

under the lower shady leaves
it hides
wanting only time
cycle time
clues left in the nibbled holes
on my green osmocoted leaves
on my  salmon rose that makes me sing
Mary Olivers words –
Sunshine and showers . . .
its morning and again
I am that lucky person who is in it .

i spent yesterday mesmerised
by white butterflies
somersaulting around the garden
in intoxicated revelry
and they too made me sing –
Mary Olivers words
its morning and again
I am that lucky person who is in it .

today  I find my rose
caught in time cycles
cocoons  pouches of eggs
i say   not on my rose
and it reveals itself
humbly like a koen
in my searching hands
still making me sing
Mary Oliver words –
I am that lucky person who is in it

Also a  family birthday for our 11 year old grandson with family, food and fun. Lovely to watch the grandchildren growing up so beautifully under the guidance of our children.

 

DECEMBER 4: OUR MONTH TO BE THE PEACE WE WISH FOR by Colleen Keating  

SUNDAY 4TH  DECEMBER

It was fun having two of our grandchildren, 10 year old cousins, one from Coffs Harbour and one from Sydney with us. Our lego table is always popular for play and  catching up with each other what ever age.

Day 4:  It isn’t enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it.

And it isn’t enough to believe in it.

One must work at it. 

Eleanor Roosevelt from 1951 Voice of America  broadcast

Working at peace is an every day work. . . believing in it when the day seems dim and allowing each new day to be a magpie dawn,  feel its joy and begin again.

Peace is not something we achieve , somethong we win, it is something that is always ‘a becoming ‘  something we need to believe in  and work at.  In a family peace is rewarding because it means you are more relaxed and more joyful .

Peace in a family is something to sing  for and about with gratitude  each new day.

Children sit and play lego, and chat together but they are listening to the adult talk the whole time. That is how they learn to become adults.

 

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DECEMBER 3: OUR MONTH TO BE THE PEACE WE WISH FOR by Colleen Keating  

FRIDAY 3rd DECEMBER

Watching the lilies open slowly  for the next few December mornings  reminds me peace is always becoming

Day 3  Peace is a day-to-day problem, the product of a multitude of events and judgement.

Peace is not an ‘is’ it is a ‘becoming’

Hale Selassie

while doing a grocery shop  

you suggested buying flowers

i chose the day lilies 

long slender stems tightly budded

their colour yet to be revealed

a navy blue vase

the last gift from my mother  

i arranged them  

to await the first peep of colour

they would open as they chose

we patiently watered  waited

worked and dined 

at the table with them

the buds stirred  

blossomed   each a surprise

some yellow  some white

lightly speckled petals

every time i noticed them 

they made me smile

you suggested buying flowers –

that has doubled the pleasure

Colleen Keating  from my upcoming book ‘The Light Gets In‘ to be published early 2024

Photos  taken in the last lockdown as I followed each bud open and found gratitude singing in me.

DECEMBER 1: OUR MONTH TO BE THE PEACE WE WISH FOR by Colleen Keating

THURSDAY 1ST DECEMBER 2022

Welcome to the first day of summer .  
Our month to remind ourselves  PEACE  is our way.

This morning our Mary McKillop Rose  welcomed me and I hope it fills you with December joy.

Day 1  Peace is not an event; it is a state of mind and an attitude of soul. 

We have farewelled Novemeber and spring and have stepped into a new season here in the southern hemisphere, the last month of 2022 and perhaps this day many of us have taken a deep breath as we contemplate all that December will hold. No doubt  we will all be hearing a count down of days for Christmas to arrive. It can make the month feel shorter.   It is a month to contemplate peace even more than usual with the story of Bethlehem as a tiny breath of hope breathes in the starry darkness  of night

I always tell friends make everyday of your birthday month special in some way  . .just aware of being alive, is enough  or treat yourself in taking time to enjoy even a moment of beauty.

Our Coffs Harbour Adventure by Colleen Keating

 

Our Coffs Harbour Adventure

Coffs Harbour is a jewel on the east Pacific Coast of Australia 5 hours north of Sydney, and we are blessed to have some of our children and hence grandchildren living in this picturesque town.  

We are calling this time in Coffs an adventure, as it included Michael and I having a Van-life Experience –  yes living in a van nearly as romantically as portrayed in the movie when a van is a fun thing and not permanent!

Unfortunately it was not the time or  space to dwell on the simplicity, the freedom, and the fun of Nomad life.

It was not the time or space for re-discovering ourselves on the road.

It was not the once-in a lifetime adventure longed for, by many city people locked in  their routine.  

For we were here  to support our four and a half year old gorgeous little one get ready for school.

However it was in a wonderful  HAWK van that Jessica and Nathan have invested in, that they set it up in a gorgeous resort in Coffs near the beach, with pools and gardens, shady trees  and a haven I called a bird sanctuary every morning as I woke to  the most wonderful canticle of bird song. 

We had two experiences of accomodation. The first was minding a very beautiful home of neighbours of our family, while they were travelling, and that was luxury. Then back to Sydney for awhile to fulfil obligations .

It had been an exciting week in Sydney  with my writing awards at the Gala Luncheon and we returned to Coffs on a high.

And our van venture began. With Jessica and family it was our first time to take stock and realise what a wonderful fulfilling writing year it had been

We opened a bottle of champas and toasted another successfully year.  My Highly Commended Award for a Poetry Book 2022 with Olive Muriel Pink and the Highly Commended Certificate and a few hundred dollars (which will go towards my new computer next year) in the National Writing Award (poetry) was lovely to celebrate with Jessica  and family especially Jessica, who keeps saying how proud she is of me . 

 

Our first celebration after the Gala Luncheon and Award Ceremony in Coffs with Jessica.

Grandchildren 

It has been a lot of fun spending time with our grandsons in Coffs Harbour.

The main purpose for the month here has been to assist in getting 4 year old  Darcy ready for big school next year. This has entailed taking him to orientation days at big school and shortening his days at child care to help calm, reinforce some expected preschool knowledge.  . . . .spending some quality time with him in preparation.  

We have worked the time to give us some quality time with his 9 year old brother, Edison. We were firstly lucky to be here for St. Augustans Grandparents Day and so we could spend time in his classroom see his very talented art  – see below his self -portrait for The Archy  

 

Picking him up from his bus,  listening to his music, going to his cricket on Saturdays,  which was very exciting. At one stage holding our breath hoping he would get a hat trick and having to share the out field with a Kangaroo.  We enjoyed his company when they came to have tea with us, watching him  in the pool, on the jumping pillow, playing basket ball  shots  with Pa and family cricket.  We have been very proud of his Merit Awards leading up to  his second Principal Award. 

                                                                 Note:  the big Grey Kangaroo in the out-field.

Our two older grandsons Lachlan and Doc Cameron are out of town but we had a great Saturday barbecue with them and a full day on Sunday of helping 12 year old Lachlan create his project for Year 7 on planning an ecological and sustainable village for a population of  20.000 . What a project!  It took him a lot of brainstorming with everyone and then a lot of butcher-paper planning and a final drawing to scale on some good white cardboard Michael and I bought on our way to their place.  We are awaiting on our result . . . . Hoping for, expecting an A+

 

Our Leisure time

 In  between times Michael and I have enjoyed some lovely experiences.

Of course it included poetry readings, walks, sunsets, picnics . Note in photo below I cannot go very far without my bibles of Mary Oliver and Rumi.

1. Watching the sunset each evening with a relaxing glass of Shiraz

2. Our drive to see the Jacarandas in their full glory in Grafton. Unfortunately it was a Saturday of the Jacaranda Festival so was a bit too crowded for us but still a very special experience to be part of.  And we did finally find a seat for our thermos picnic in the shade of a jacaranda tree so purple petals could rain down in us

 

3. Our long coastal walk from our van, out onto the beach and then a walk to Mutton Bird Island, out to its far headland on the edge of the Pacific.

4. Picnic lunch at the Botanic Garden .  Observed the whole courtship dance and song of the Blue Satin Bower Bird.  Had two very close encounters with a swooping kookaburra which got part of Michaels chicken sandwich  and part of my less tasty cheese and corn thins .and enjoyed a wonderful display with the Scrub Wren the fairy blue and  his harem of brown wrens all flitting about and then noticed the small red Finches also in the same area. 

5 Visited the Coffs Harbour  Fish Markets  on the Mariner and bought wonderful freshly cooked fish and chips  – snapper and salmon. and had a lunch picnic in a shady sea scape spot.

6.  Enjoyed a leisurely drive home with a little stress to get back to our world in Sydney. We tried to remember it was the journey not the destination.   We took the Waterfall Way over the Mountain Range and had our picnic brunch at Ebor Falls, one of our special vortex places.

We had a lovely visit  in Scone with my dear friend Sharon.

She had prepared a yummy lunch from her garden. 

We never stopped chatting and laughing and amazing how we can not see each other for months at a time and pick up where we left off last visit. Her garden struggles with drought and flood and high wind of country but she perserveres.

Because of the land slides on the mountains and the flood damage and road works on the New England Highway, it was a slow journey and we arrived home late and tired.

 

Fun things we did with the boys

Beach walk to be the first to spot the full moon.  A bit windy and the moon snuck up without us seeing it. 

BBQs here in the park and playing cricket.  

Bird watching. Lots of wonderful bird song especially in the mornings. brush turkey, Ibis, yellow-winged black cockatoos, seagulls, top knot pigeon, koels,  magpies,  plovers, galahs .

Here in our park playing on the jumping pillow, basketball, climbing frames, cricket,  and swimming pool, water slides and spurting water fun.

 

Playing bingo and cards with Pa: painting and magnetic sand play with Grandma.

Bush walks  to the nearby green koala corridor and Botanic Gardens.

Reading stories 

Kicking the ball with Pa  and listening to and identifying local birds. 

The greatest of these discoveries was observing two Yellow winged black cockatoos and the Blue Satin Bower Bird.

 

  Our little Pikachu