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

FRIDAY 2nd DECEMBER

Lovely drive out to Swains Garden Centre to buy a few plants including a new Peace Lily.  Returned home to do some gardening. Photo is one of some of our plantings today. Lettuce, Endives, hopefully ready in Christmas week.   

Day 2   To be at peace with the world, we must come to see the world differently.

Working in the garden, being in nature, is one way to see the world differently.  The white butterflies and bees flirting around the Petunias, the tiny buds on the Kangaroo Paws, the curly greens of the parsley and the wonderful aroma of the lemon balm, the simplicity of each bud on the Peace Lily brings us to that inner place of centring   . . . of being from where peace comes  . . . 

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.

Highly Commended in The National Writing Competition for her Poem, ‘petal by petal’

It is a feeling of affirmation to be awarded second place, highly commended  in poetry  in the National Writing Competition “Giving Women Writers a Voice” 2022.  My poem ‘petal by petal’  written from  loss, grief  and deep love, over several months  earlier in the year, is very special and gives me validation in my creative life. Thank you to all  involved.

The Society of Women Writers NSW Inc

National Writing Competition
We are delighted to announce the winners of the National Writing Competition 2022. Congratulations to the authors and thank you to our judges.
Short Story Fiction – judged by Jenny Strachan
Winner – Alexandra Dunn ♦ Violet
Highly commended – Paulette Gittins ♦ Forget it Jake
Commended – Julie Howard ♦ Recipes for Sisters and Wives
Short Story Non-fiction – judged by Paula McLean
Winner – Carmel Bendon ♦ Birds of a Feather
Highly commended – Judy Rowley ♦ The Only Way
Commended – Gwen Wilson ♦ Loving in the Shadow of Tito
Poetry – judged by Eileen Chong
SPONSORED BY GINNINDERRA PRESS
Winner – Josephine Shevchenko ♦ Undying the Sea
Highly commended – Colleen Keating ♦ petal by petal
Commended – Mocco Wallert ♦ A Stranger in my house
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On Arrernte country by Colleen Keating

     

Celebrating the Olive Pink Extraverganza: Revealing a woman ahead of her time,
with garden tours, local plants sales,  poetry readings, art, music,  book launch, dinner under the stars, World renowned Riley Lee playing his  shakuhachi the Japanese bamboo flute with his circular breathing gives us pause to stop . . . draw breath
for the world premiere of Professor Anne Boyd’s Opera based on a day in the  life of this amazing visionary.

Together on Arrernte country 

a garden   a meeting place
a desert oasis
on Caterpillar Dreaming 

from all across the land
an artist   a poet     composer
and writers come together                                                                                  

to walk  read  play music and share
their story  found in the visionary
and activist    Olive Muriel Pink

her voice for Aborigines
dispossessed of their land
their lore  their sacred soaks 

silenced in her life time
 now sings   and dances
 in her arid garden

planned with her cartographer’s eye
with water-wise rocky channels   gutters                                                               
ponds  troughs  mulch

and terrarium effects
encouraging her 600 ‘gallant ones’   *
with havens for bird song

taming the razor earth
for seed    like one cracks lithic earth

breaks flint for life to birth

along rock paved paths   we track
up the Hill to sit and watch
the setting sun caress the nose 

of the giant Dingo 
Alhekulyele   keeping watch  
from the beginning of time                                      

in a palette of moody cloud
and glint of light on schist
dancing to a subtle world

that echos in the harmonics                                                                                                                        
of sharp brittle quartzite
softened by waves of mulga 

with hum in hot and humid air
bonsai-like trees stunted by flinted soil  
even  the desert sun  is curbed 

by slanted shades of green
every leaf dimmed  and curled 

for protection

a landscape that lures with music   
singing the creation  
of every rock  leaf   every insect 

and on red desert rock
a dragon goanna suns itself
head  held high with ancient knowing                                                                                                    

we are but travellers here
our solemn response
poetry   art   stories   and a world premiere

 of an Opera ‘a day in the life of Miss Pink ‘
a woman   dismissed    put down
silenced   suppressed and stifled

now a young spirit woman sings
and dances  with bird and tree and rock
across the garden

opening another crack
in the great Australian silence
birthing a deeper knowing

of who we are.

  • Arid vegetation that live with less than 13’ of rainfall a year
  • a;-kool-ya   Mt.Gillen

 

 

 

 

Thursday September  28TH    DAY 1

And we are lured by this primordial music  Olive Pink Extravaganza 
at least we come easier than Miss Pink in her day
her dusty rattled train called the Ghan 
took days . . .

we traversed hundreds of kilometres  
in a few hours above breathtaking
orange, red, rocky, salty patches,  
meandering rainbow serpents  
traces of river beds 
and wonderful mirages 
with illusions of an inland sea
to meet kindred spirits 
and with books opera art poetry 
song  plants  bush medicine and story 
 of the elders and story of 
the newly inspired 
we are thrilled to have our hired car and Desert  Palms Resort 
cabin for the next 10 days.

 

 

Friday  30th September 2022   Day 2

 9am

The Olive Pink Art show . ..  we offered to help set up 

arriving in the garden it broke the ice to meet everyone and the story began.

Garden walks, music, art ,poetry, a rock wallaby grazing with its baby

 half out of its pouch mimicking it mother with head moving up and down,

our dragon goanna sitting on top of a rock the thousands shades of greens 

and the rock, their structure, textures and pallets of colour

and  the landscape, always changing in the ever changing light.

Back at our pad for a rest and back by 3pm to go on a botanist walk with the famous Peter Latz.

After that Michael and I went for a walk to plan for Thursday if I have to do it by myself.

 5.30

We went to the opening of the Art Show on Olive Pink by Cheryl Kensett and her friend Jane was a lovely meeting for us as we felt kindred spirits  on our journey and for Cheryl  on our an adventure.  The woman who opened the show said that their parents were introduced to each other by Miss Pink and on a special occasion Olive Pink entertained them with her famous white china.

 

Saturday 1st October    DAY  3   launch day   

2pm

Olive Pink and her garden walk. We set out with about 15 people with Anne Boyd, Gillian Ward  and the curator Ian Colman. It was interesting  to find out  more and amore. Every time we walk we find new colour, new light , texture , smells   animals . Today the main birds were an amazing silver-green  winged parrot. And lots of warblers that live in families. Later Michael and I sat entertained by two courting galahs on a lower branch of a superb ghost gum. 

4pm

Back from our walk we waited for the elders  who knew Olive and had stories to tell,. They arrived slowly  . . .  Josie  Petrick, (98) OAM. A husband and wife who wee introduced by Olive  Des and Pat Nelson, , an indigenous woman who lived in town who knew Olive  . . each took the mic and told us many fun stories. 

5.30 My launch 

Acknowledgement to country by Ian Coleman,

  Introduction of Anne Boyd by Michael Keating

  Professor Anne Boyd Launch of book 

  Colleen Responds  with thanks  and reads three poems ( this will be available to read on another  page –      –Olive Muriel Pink

Eden sings his created song inspired by Olive  

World renowned Riley Lee with his shakuhachi  plays  music including  2 antiphons composed by Hildegard of Bingen! and several traditional pieces.

The music was Riley Lee playing the Japanese Flute called the Shakahati and the moment of serendipity  was when he said he chose music of another strong spirited  woman he felt connects with Miss Pink even though she comes from another world and that was Hildegard of Bingen.

7pm

Dinner Under the stars.  Panel introduced  and hosted by  Clare Kincliff

Miss Pink from Obscurity to Centre Stage. 

An artist discovering Miss Pink – Cheryl  Kensett, the Opera Composer Professor Anne Boyd, writer and curator Gillian Ward, and myself poet Colleen Keating.

 

 

Sunday  2nd October DAY  4

 11 am

 

    

 A poetry walk. This was with Ian Coleman , Anne Boyd and myself. It was very small,  a really nice woman joined us  called Gae, a local woman who has several times gone out to talk with Olive at the cemetery  and she enjoyed our walk and my reading of some poems along the way and bought my book .  

At 1.30 we went into the Red Kangaroo Book Shop to hear Cath Bishop talk on her book about Annie Lock , an amazing  story of another amazing woman. 

We came home and had a rest .

Back to the garden for a talk with Cheryl about her paintings on Olive and her other two exhibitions which she shared via slides Dancing Miss Pink and Seeds. 

A  sunset walk  with Ian, Anne  and Connie a past very well informed gardener and about 10 visitors . I read a poem along the way.

And sold three more books. 

A VISIT TO RED KANGAROO  BOOK SHOP IN THE CENTRE OF ALICE SPRINGS TOWN

SO EXCITING AND PROUD  TO SEE MY BOOK OLIVE MURIEL PINK IN THE FRON WINDOW AND ON THE SHELVES.

 

 

 

 

Monday 3rd October  DAY 5

Spring walk

Finally a rest day with a walk around the garden at 3pm  and enjoyed the spring colour .

All the little wildflowers many of them in the memory of the soil are recovering 

What vision Miss Pink had and here it is coming to fruitition. 

 

 

Tuesday 4th October DAY 6

my plan is a walk in the garden.

a visit to the Art gallery

and a sunset visit to Olive Pinks grave site.

My most special thanks goes to Michael 

He is home to me 

And this past 10 days our pilgrimage, our journey, our  advaenture 

could not have been taken without Michael by my side

    1. Setting out                        2. Settling into the garden                  3. Update

 

 

Launch of Olive Muriel Pink

BUSH MEDICINE WORKSHOP IN THE OLIVE PINK BOTANIC GARDEN

It was very special to join with a group of Arrernte women and children as they set up for a  Bush Medicine Workshop .

Bush medicine refers to ancient and traditional  Aboriginal botanicals for the use of physical and spiritual healing that has been in practice for thousands of years.  They had three medicines available 

one to sootheand nurture dry skin,

one to soothe joint and muscle joints

another a chest rub for colds and flu and to relieve breathing in congestion

I cant remember which we were preparing at the workshop nut it was very informative.

 

Plant sale  what a wonderful event. Olive Pink would be thrilled. It was like a boxing day sale a long queue at 7.30 in the morning to buy tiny propagrated seeds of the arid native plants for the area. Imagine the work done in the garden spreading out making a native garden of the whole of Alice Springs. 

OPENING OF THE OLIVE PINK ART SHOW BY CHERYL KINSELL

 

TUESDAY  4th October  DAY  6

ARALUEN ART & CULTURE  CENTRE, TELEGRAPH STATION,  CEMETERY,  ANZAC HILL FOR SUNSET

Tuesday Today we went to the Araluen Art Centre and stood before 13 original Albert Namatjira 

paintings and many others from the Hermannsburg Painting School .  Then we enjoyed an exhibition called The Desert Mob.It was a lovely art Gallery and an enjoyable visit. 

Next we drove  out to the Telegraph Station. We had our water and muesli bar and noticed in messages Elisabeth was awake so I rang her as Michael walked out onto the dry Todd River to search out the tiny spring hidden  It was miniature smaller than a garden pond but there was about 50 little birds  flitting around the water and then flying back to a tree high on the rocky outcrop .

We came home and had a rest  and then as the sun was setting we headed out to visit Olive Pink’s grave site . Michael captured a photo of me sitting by Olive and the beams of light shine down as the sun was sitting,

 

       Albert Namaatjira  1902 – 1959 Finke river MacDonnell Ranges 1936

 

Teleegraph  Station :A sculpture of tree and rosck .  One could never create the beauty of this.

 MY FAVOURITE PHOTO

 

Olive Pink facing west to watch forever the setting sin over Mt Gillen 

Anzac Hill just to finish off the day

 

WEDNESDAY  5th  October DAY 7

REST DAY: DRIVE OUT OF TOWN STANDLEY CHASM AND SIMPSONS GAP

What an amazing morning Michael and I had. We set out early  and on the spur of the moment decided to drive further out to Standley Chasm first and then fold back later in the morning to walk into Simpsons Gap.   The idea was to miss the bus loads of tourists who come to be in the chasm around about midday to see the sun fill it with the light to make the rock fiery red.  As I hoped by going early we might miss the crowds.

 

STANDLEY CHASM  ANGKERLE ATWATYE

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT CULTURAL PLACE OF INDIGENOUS AUSTRALIA. IT IS SACRED TO WOMEN’S DREAMING OF THE ARRERNTE PEOPLE. 

It was about a 20 min walk along a dry river track winding  upwards toward the chasm . The rock that were closing in around us was a stunning red /orange/black / cracked along fault lines piled on and on just stunning . We loved the trees mostly ghost gum spectacularly white trucks but even with a variety of colours when you take time to look.  What made us smile many of them growing sideways . Michael had to watch his head as the trunks canopied the track. Some of the trees caught our attention in the way they had found a symbiosis with the rocks. 

We entered slowly into the chasm realising the sacred  and feminine place it is .

There was  one bus load of school girls ahead of us with a guide. So our entry into the chasm was full of chatter  They took a group photo and chattered on and slowly moved back down and out and a silence fell in the whole chasm.we got half an hour by ourselves . Just sitting and listening and looking and being full of awe and wonder in an amazing silence.Then came a couple who nodded to us and sat and she whispered to the man  it was spellbinding .  High on the red rock were a few small ghost gums standing tall and spectacular stands of bright white Flannel Flowers. Only a small amount of water at the top end but the reflections we played with were very satisfying.

Then the groups started to trickle in and the noise picked up  Admittedly when we got back down many buses had arrived and campervans were there  and they were taking their time having morning tea for the big  foot traffic is midday or 11.30 when the sun comes thru and lights it up but I much preferred the peace rather then a crowd and the red light.  

We walked back very slowly lingering along the way and in the car and trekked back to Simpson’s Gap .

We were not alone but the small groups were quiet and with the red rocks their colour and texture , with the white sand, the ghost gums and  river gums their bulbous roots digging down into the dry river beds , the purple flowers that fanned our path , the salty grey bush and  and black thorny bush and the flowers and small bushes that seem to live on rock including the few trees whose roots climb down the rock in search of crack to root in  it was a time of breathtaking scenery.

THE SIMPSONS GAP.

A 15 min walk along a sandy dry river with amazing trees that survive  . Loved the No Swimming sign.

The drive back to Alice was interesting again as the sun had changed and the light on the Caterpillar Range was astounding.

 

 

 

Back home for a rest and sandwich and coffee.

 

Thursday 6th October Day 8

POETRY READINGS IN THE GARDEN WITH A TOURIST GROUP HERE FOR OPERA

REFRESHING SWIM BACK AT DESERT PARK 

TROUBLESOME WOMEN FORUM

An interesting day unfolded.It was our hottest day so far.  It seemed a bit like overwhelm to begin with . Ingrid from Galah Journal had got in contact with me via Kangaroo Books wondering if I would have time to give to her 25 people arriving from all over Australia as they would not come to my poetry reading on the Friday. So today we drove to the Mecure and met Annabelle,  the editor of the Galah Journal   and walked them along the path and into the garden where I showed them some features and at differnt shady spots we read poetry.They were young and excited and didn’t seem to notice the heat. They loved the experience, amazed at the garden and even more excited to  be attending the opera on the Friday night.  They were an enthusiastic group all subscribers to Galah  gave them a communalityand many meeting for the first time and their enthusiasm was infectious.

 

Afterwards a very happy walk around the garden reading poetry  we decided to take  advantage of our Desert Park R esort and had a most refreashing  swim.

 

We were so lucky we chose this accomodation, walking distance to the garden, on the Todd and quite a resort

 

At 4.30 we made our way out to the Aviation Museum which was the chosen venue for the Forum

Troublesome women.

I had been invited weeks before on email to represent  Olive Pink. It seemed so far in the distance I said yes olf course and now it was a reality to be faced and conquered,

Fortunately I had prepared a paper which I will put on the Olive Pink page . The other speakers were Dr.Eleanor Hogan who had written about two fiesty women of the outback Daisy Bates and Ernestine Hill  and Dr. Cath Bishop  who had written a very authoritive book on a Missionary called Annie Lock.

The venue acquired was the Aviation Museum and it was packed maybe 80 people up the stairs of an areoplane even .  

It turned out to be great fun and The Red Kangaroo Book Shop were there with lots of my book and I sold quite a few of my book to  people wanting to know more about Olive.

 

 

 

 

Friday 7th October Day 9

BREAKFAST IN THE GARDEN TO MEET OUT PHILANTROPIST FOR THE OLIVE PINK OPERA

LUNCHTIME POETRY READING AND STORY OF MISS PINK AT RED KANKAROO

OPERA IN THE GARDEN  

This morning we were invited to breakfast in the garden with all the Olive Pink Glitterti  and especially to meet Julie Marcus,  the Anthropologist who uncovered Olive Pink from the silent forgetting of women anthropologists of the 1930’s and 40’s. and to meet Pam Usher, the very generous philanthropist who had just flown in from Melbourene. Without her generosity the Olive Pink Extravaganza and the Olive Pink Opera could not have been staged to the very high stndard it is and consequently my book would not have been launched and given the high profile it has received . So Michael and I were invited to order breakky and enjoy this Olive Pink moment.  

Anne Boyd (composer) and her partner David,  Cheryl Kensett (artist) and her friend Jane,  Gillian Ward  (writer and curator of Olives paintings )  Julie Marcus  (Anthropologist and writer)and her partner  Andie, Ian Coleman the Curator of the park and our special guest Pam User who has made outr coming together possible.

 

12.00  We spent the next hour and a bit at The Red Kangaroo Bookshop. I gave a prepared 6 min  talk adjusted from my SWW talk about Olive. And then we had a wonderful warm chat with questiona and I read poems from the book to help tell the Olive Pink story. 

 

 

4.30 we were back in the garden for the Opera. I was so excited allmy committment were over and now I could relax and enjoy. We were included in the VIP group free champas, finger food and a few talks from Anne and we as the Glitterata were introduced to those who had paid $198  to meet Anne Boyd the composer and all of us.

Before the opera.

Anticipation had been building all week. The ground was levelled and smoothed. We saw the hugh truck arrived to deliver the seating and stage. The next two days it was built . The set was erected with  the tent for Olive  and the sheets hanging on her line.   There were sound and lighting  worked on .  Musicians were practicing, a dress rehearsal made the garden a haven of activity colourful costumes  for the elders

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3  50 pm.   Michael and I arrived and sat in the gaden so we were parked with our car there. Most were bused in after parking at the Convention Centre. 

An ambulance arrived and parked . The catering arrived to set up . Musicians and singers trickled in and then the first bus load  arrived and action was on . There was picnic boxes and champayne for sale and a real buzz began. Michael and I joined the VIP group who had paind extra for free champas and nibbles and to meet the composer of the Opera  and all of us. Anne said a few words about the Opera and we sold quite a few books.

5pm  VIP party begore the Opera

 

 

Amazing evening. A highlight of my Olive Pink journey. It was hard to believe I was part of this evening of an opera in her garden.My favourite scene  after Olive had finished her life’s work

 

 from my poem, Dangerous Miss Pink.

As Olive walks away  with her Warlpiri gardener, Johnny Jampijinpa Yannarilyi
‘I used every means with pen and ink
to bring injustice to public attention
and keep it to the fore.’

Her lips curl. A hesitant smile.
‘They called me dangerous.’
He levels out some of the stones.
They sit ahile in the stillness.

She turns, puts her hand on his arm ,
‘The garden is glorious.
I am leaving. But you must stay,
and insist you keep getting proper pay’

They walk further
sit on a chiselled stone seat
and watch the colours on the hill
as the sun begis its journey home.

 

A moment of union and cameraderie  of the three writers who have researched and written about Olive Pink,

from left: Colleen Keating :  Olive Muriel Pinl: her radical and idealistic journey.

                    Gillian Ward:  Olive Pink : artist, activist & gardener : a life in flowers

                   Julie Marcus: The Indomitable Miss Pink  (from Anthropology point of views.)

 

Farewell to the Red Centre : from our flight home 

 

 

 

Spring Ginko with White Pebbles Haiku Group by Colleen Keating

Spring ginko

spring fever
paths for us to walk
bridges to cross

tinkling of water
from the bamboo pipe
magpie singing

white azaleas
bees bow to new buds
a buddha listens

sound of birds
warm sun on my back
azaleas blooming

teal ducks
float on pink azalea’s
reflection

magpies carolling
myriad of colours
nesting time

Saturday 10 September 2022

Thanks to White Pebbler, Gwen Bitti, for recording our Spring Ginko.

White Pebbles spring meeting was once again held at the Edogawa Commemorative Japanese Gardens and Regional Gallery, West Gosford. Present were Beverley George (convenor), Marilyn Humbert, Kent Robinson, Michael Thorley, Colleen Keating, Verna Rieschild and Gwen Bitti. First order of business, a casual catch-up over a hot beverage.

In sunshine and birdsong, surrounded by fragrant azaleas in all shades of pink, we headed off on our ginko. Each member decided on their own direction in which to muse — across an ornamental bridge to a roofed Japanese pavilion that overlooks a koi pond; along a paved pathway to sit under a budding wisteria vine; or down a gravel trail that runs alongside a dry-stone beach. Remaining in ikigai, each one composed a three or five haiku sequence.

A half hour later, we assembled at our indoor round table. In the weeks prior to our meeting, Beverley had sent out a worksheet. She requested that we complete a sequence of three haiku, on a topic of own choice, based on something we were experiencing, seeing or hearing in the now. Absent member, Samantha Sirimanne Hyde had sent in work. Beverley read it aloud and invited members to comment. Remarks were recorded and would be forwarded to Sam. Following that, we shared and workshopped delightful, creative and diverse sequences crafted during our ginko, and also the ones that we had completed at home.

Deb Robinson, our kind and regular photographer, was on hand as usual to capture the moment.

Photo of group members with azaleas
From left: Michael Thorley, Marilyn Humbert, Beverley George,
Kent Robinson, Gwen Bitti, Verna Rieschild, Collen Keating

Our next ginko is scheduled for summer, and regardless of how the weather chooses to present then, we will be there to enjoy nature.

Gwen Bitti

Proud to affirm a new Hildegard book, Forbidden Grace by Shanon Sterringer

 

Throughout history women are redacted from the story.  The narrative of our grief is still unripe. The green acorn still waits to fruit.  The new song still hammers in the dark in search of the music for our time.  It takes prophets living on the edge to listen for the song, to call us forth, to proclaim the will of God and hold us to account.   Forbidden Grace is a compelling story of just such a prophet. Rev. Shanon Sterringer writes honestly of her story with its struggles, its messiness, its crests and troughs, with the mystic and prophet Hildegard of Bingen as the wind that carries her.  The juxtaposition of the two words in the title is a paradox of our time and it takes a brave woman to carry that.  I was captivated by her journey.

Learning to consciously live in the light which is sometimes bewilderingly dark (how else can one see the stars?) Shanon reminds us of the lone falcon ‘turning and turning in the widening gyre.’  As the poet, WB Yeats continues, ‘Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold’

What Shanon knows – it is in the ‘fall apart’ comes the song of a new way, as it is the invisible sap running in the veins that ripens the fruit . . . what Hildegard called veriditas, that brings humanity to its fullness.  Even as the hammer pounds, the prophet in Shanon sings us forth. For what is this song if not hope?

Reincarnation? We cannot know these things. However, for those who are open we do know Spirit abides us. And for us Hildegardians we know Hildegard is speaking today.

COLLEEN KEATING, Poet and author of Hildegard of Bingen: A Poetic Journey

Forbidden Grace is an extraordinary account of the lives of two women separated by 900 years, yet touched by the same divine grace. Sterringer offers readers a front row seat as she examines the synchronicities that connect her faith story to that of Hildegard of Bingen. The thematic treatment of their journeys allows a forward and backward movement like the waves of an incoming tide that allows ideas and events to seep into one’s consciousness. The reader comes away with a deep recognition of the spiritual bond between two women who have both wrestled with God.

This memoir is a stunning tapestry woven of two parallel lives. Throughout, the author assures us that God’s grace is forbidden to no one despite over 2,000 years of history that has often maintained otherwise. As an ordained woman priest, Rev. Sterringer has joined the ranks of women who refuse to participate in erecting barriers against divine energy.     — JOYCE RAY, award-winning author of Feathers & Trumpets, A Story of Hildegard of Bingen

This beautifully written book recounts the compelling spiritual journey of a young woman whose love for God moves her to seek ordination to the priesthood. Autobiography and biography meet as the Rev. Shanon structures the account of her life’s itinerary with parallel episodes from the Life of Hildegard of Bingen. With humility and good humor, Shanon draws us into her candid memoir of call, courage, and commitment, with its blessings, disappointments, and upheavals. Retreat from her goal never surfaces as an option for this strong, courageous woman. Her energy, like her faith, radiates from the pages of this book. Readers will wonder how she keeps going, and they will not want to put the book down until reaching the end. Buoyed by the ever-renewing vitality of the Holy Spirit, Rev. Shanon learns, in Hildegard’s words, “to be carried like a feather on the Breath of God.”

-BEVERLY KIENZLE, professor emeritus, Harvard Divinity School, author of The Gospel Homilies of Hildegard of Bingen.

This is a fascinating and innovative book weaving a number of different themes into a many-layered tapestry.  The story of the medieval mystic Hildegard von Bingen is interwoven with the author’s own journey into the priesthood. The significance of role models who are like you is clearly charted, along with the search for a theology to challenge the dominant culture. Both women’s stories are told in a lively way that will draw readers in and enable them to find their own story in both contemporary culture and in history – or should it be her story?   The author likens both stories to chipping away at a tunnel into a seemingly forbidden cave. This book is a significant addition to the clearing of the rubble that has blocked women’s entry into positions of authority within the Christian church.

THE REV. DR JUNE BOYCE-TILLMAN MBE PhD, MA, LRAM, FRSA, FHEA, FISM, Professor Emerita of Applied Music University of Winchester, UK; Extraordinary Professor at North-West University, South Africa

Two photos of Rev. Shanon Sterringer a presence of Hildegard in our world today. Doing what Hildegard would struggle to do in the 21st century.

Two Hildegardians today

BEVERLY KIENZLE, professor emeritus, Harvard Divinity School, author of The Gospel Homilies of Hildegard of Bingen. and

 Shanon Sterringer, Rev. and Dr. Pastor and Professor, Pastor of Hildegard Haus,  Owner of The Green Shepherdess

Hildegard of Bingen by Colleen Keating just keeps giving.

One of my favorite books is Hildegard of Bingen, A Poetic Journey by Colleen Keating.

It is a brilliant approach to sharing St. Hildegard’s story.
(I have a few copies of it in The Green Shepherdess!)
Today, I was reading the poem, “A New Earth” from this book and I just love the following: 

“Hildegard looks across the gardens 

pleased to see Guda with her workers, 

breathes in the scented blooms of jasmine. 

Raspberry leaves catch her attention, 

crunches them between her fingers, 

murmurs approval, 

‘almost ready for the teas.’ “

Thank you Professor Shanon  Sterringer, Pastor of Hildegard Haus and owner of The Green Sheperdess LLC in Fairport Harbour, Ohio.USA
for your affirmation and for the amazing story you are creating for our future. I love Hildegards of the 21st century.