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My Cup of Tea

January 20, 2010 · 13 comments

my cup of tea

“For all of us who are alive, life is the real issue. Yet so often we judge our existence by the things that happen to us—by whether things are going our way or not. Sometimes we feel strong—strong enough to dictate our future. Sometimes we feel that we can make things happen. Then there are times when we feel totally helpless. But through all the dramas and bumps, there is life. [Right there] is the very powerful, very existence of every single human being.” – Prem Rawat

I believe that people come into and go out of our lives for a reason. Just what that reason is… and what it might mean for us into the future… is often so difficult to understand at the time.

I also firmly believe there is a divine purpose to every single human encounter. That nothing is ever for nothing. And every experience happy or sad goes toward the eventual telling of our own unique life story.

Twenty days into 2010… it’s already been quite a year for me!

As the aircraft took off into the clear blue afternoon sky my heart was heavy. So I put on my headphones… looked out of the window and listened to the inflight music as the sad grey cloak of the city dropped away beneath me and the plane turned sharply toward home.  [No Jackie... I promise I won't play the music here. grin]

Wing 1

I had been hoping a week in the city might bring some clearer definition to my life. I was feeling incredibly restless and impatient to get on with things… and felt bogged down and in need of a break.

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As the plane tracked north over the Great Barrier Reef… the joy of realising that I was returning to [arguably] one of the most beautiful locations on Planet Earth filled me with renewed optimism and hope for the future.

reef (new)

Gazing out over the incredible majesty of the Reef… I felt the fire in my belly return after a protracted period of wondering “Where To Now?” It felt good to be going home… even if “home” for me is still a somewhat abstract ideal. Grin.

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Maybe the city isn’t for me just yet.

Maybe it never will be.

[Interesting how I took no photos while there - yet here that's all I do]

But it was an interesting week of serendipitous occurrences and bittersweet times that ended all too soon.

On the first day I walked to the Gardens and managed to get myself caged in by workmen erecting fences around its perimeter for an events company. It was something quite hilarious being the only one trapped on the inside trying to get out!

That afternoon I saw a man [decked out in a business suit] row his dinghy across the river to a small yacht moored in the middle [it struck me as something kind of wonderful - here was a man living on a boat in the middle of the concrete jungle - yet so very much on his own terms!]

Throughout the week I caught up with a number of people… and coincidentally bumped into a friend from out of town whom I hadn’t seen in years… not once but twice on different occasions… in the very same spot in the middle of the city. How on earth does that happen?

We celebrated the chances over high tea at the Rose “something or other” in an upstairs arcade… joined by a good friend I [never] knew at boarding school but now know really quite well. It’s complicated.

I rediscovered the toy department through the eyes of a child.

And held a small hand at the shops. How lovely!

I walked for miles in ridiculous shoes and got blisters all over my feet.

I had lunch with my 96 year old aunt [who still paints]… and cousins from all over the place I hadn’t seen in almost forever.

I saw two movies [one with a profound message despite the crazy 3D glasses - the other the story of Keats]

I swam in a freezing cold pool with a wonderful friend… then thawed out in a hot spa. We caught the night ferry… ate out a lot… and talked for hours on end about a number of things.

I met a man in a wheelchair [with the most beautiful smile] who simply GOT life better than most people I know. He had it all figured out better than anyone. There were things he simply just knew.  And although he didn’t know me at all… I knew that he knew I “knew” too. Now go figure that one out! Grin.

I spent time with my daughter who came up for a couple of days from the Coast. We always get on like a house on fire. This time was no different.

Her profound observation of the current doings in my life… was that my Universe [of late] “sure was delivering me lessons at an incredible rate”. I resisted the urge to alert her to the fact that she could have been severely understating it!

Clearly… there are things I am meant to learn… and learn quickly it would seem… [for whatever reason].

So I’ve decided to slow down a bit… and just let things be.  Let the Universe soak in around me.

To this end… back home on Sunday… I drove flat out with the music on full volume along the winding length of the coast road up to Port Douglas [and um… slowing down does not preclude driving fast for medicinal purposes]

road 3

What a glorious sense of freedom!

The sea was a millpond and the reflected light exquisite.

road 4

This winding stretch of road never fails to lift my spirits.

A piece of freshly baked pineapple and banana cake and a cup of aromatic coffee in my favourite bookshop completed the bliss on this sleepy hot and humid Sunday afternoon in Port.  The wet season is just a sultry breath away.

port coffee

I came to the conclusion… I’m just going to get on with my life the best way I know how. Simply by getting on with it. And trying as hard as I can to be true to myself whilst trying not to hurt anyone else or get too hurt myself along the way.

This is the best I can do for now.

In striving to live an authentic life…the life we are meant to live…

there can be no regrets… and no apologies necessary

- Jean Burman 2010

PS Guess what?  Remember the airline commercial? Well I just received an email that they’re using my footage… go figure… could this be the beginning of a whole new career?  (((chuckles)))

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For Auld Lang Syne

January 4, 2010 · 2 comments


New Leaf 2Cartoon Pen & Watercolour

Copyright © 2010 Jean Burman

Click here to see “Turning over a New Leaf 1 – Jan 08″

Another year has come and gone… and for me… the one just past enjoys an especial significance.  In many ways it was the year of learning lessons the hard way.  And those lessons continued right up until [and beyond] the stroke of midnight on New Year Eve.

The last lesson of the year was a hard but necessary one. I won’t go into detail… but I can now honestly say I have emerged into the new year with newfound wisdom and understanding… and a deeply profound respect for myself.  Nothing is ever for nothing as they say.

For me there is now no looking back… except to acknowledge the life journey that has brought me to here and has made me [so far] who I am… and to express my deep appreciation for the people who have walked the path with me and encouraged throughout… especially over the past few months as I have struggled to gain equilibrium in all things.  They have helped to weave the rich blanket of love joy wisdom and optimism that now surrounds and fortifies me… and I shall be ever grateful to them for that.  I am so very blessed.

I found this version of Auld Lang Syne and instantly loved it.  It brought back so many enchanted memories of my strong Celtic upbringing under the influence of my Mother’s large extended family.  My grandfather… a lovingly belligerent Scotsman [who danced the highland fling, poured whisky and butter into his bagpipes to prime the bag and who year after year swallowed the threepences my Grandmother lovingly mixed into the Christmas pudding] would regale the family with copious long winded recitations of Robbie Burns.

My Grandmother for her part had just enough of the Irish in her to make her a truly unique remarkable and entirely lovable human being.  She had a saying for everything.

One of her particular favourites… brought out when our friends may have let us down… was

“May your real friends have champagne and your sham friends have real pain”

although just secretly between you and me… I doubt she would have been capable of inflicting pain on anyone… save for the pain of too many helpings of her homemade strawberry icecream… or too many servings of mulberry pie… the berries for which my uncle would be dispatched to scale the backyard tree.

One day my Grandfather…noticing the ruckus high up in the tree… came out firing his 22 into the branches expecting a snake to drop out.  Alas…my Uncle… who survived the assault shaken but unscathed… did not entirely escape the wrath of my Grandfather for hurling expletives from the tree followed by “It’s ME you silly old buggar… it’s ME!”

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE … let’s make it a great one!

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Merry Christmas

December 21, 2009 · 9 comments


IMG Santa 2Watercolour Copyright © 2009 Jean Burman

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The heart of the matter

September 9, 2008 · 9 comments

A brand new day – daybreak over Dunk Island Aug 29

How amazing is the human heart!

Serious illness aside… it beats away relentlessly inside the chest across the course of our natural life.

It will keep on beating even though we might neglect it.

It will keep on beating even though we might ignore what it is telling us.

It will keep on beating even though it might ache.

And it will keep on beating long after it is broken.

It may skip a beat or two here and there… but that won’t make it stop.

It even beats without our knowing it… when we are fast asleep!

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It may become hardened by cynicism.

Yet it can be warmed by a simple act of kindness.

It can be stirred by enthusiasm.

And moved by the inspiration of a single thought.

It can endure disappointment.

And can be strengthened by conviction.

It may suffer terrible loss… but that won’t make it stop.

It will keep on beating… year after year after year.

No matter what.

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What man-made machine could ever do that?

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Through triumph and tragedy… the strength of the human heart… and the resilience of the human spirit shines through.

Tears welled in my eyes…

when I read how 41 year old Amalia Filloy handed up her young daughter Maria to firefighter Francisco Martinez for safekeeping… as she herself lay dying in the wreckage of Spanair flight JK5022… less than three weeks ago. Maria’s 14 year old sister was already dead. How strong this mother’s heart that it would not stop beating until she had secured the safety of her only remaining child. My thoughts turned to my son who had recently been in the place where she and her family were travelling to. I was thinking… there but for the grace of God go I. I wonder if I could have been so strong?

And again the other night…

as I heard the story of how a young man’s parents bravely bid goodbye to their 20 year old son and (as was his wish)… made way for the donation of his organs to four grateful recipients. Doujon Zammit’s life was cut short whilst holidaying with his mates on the Greek island of Mykonos where he was senselessly set upon, bashed and killed by a nightclub bouncer. His parents indescribable pain at the loss of their beautiful son in a faraway country… was soothed by the gift of life that Doujon himself had insisted upon.

When his mother and father travelled to Greece to meet the young man who received their son’s strong beating heart… Doujon’s mother took the man’s hand in hers… and placed it over his new beating heart. All three wept for the senseless loss of life that had [paradoxically] brought new hope and the promise of a new life to another such young man… living in this far off distant land.

Doujon may have died that day… but his heart beats on. And the love that his parents shared with four total strangers will keep their son’s memory alive. Still… their own weary hearts will beat laboriously on… through grief and sadness and irreparable loss.

As a mother… I pray that my heart will never be tested in this cruel way. Hearts never mend… but they do go on. Even when we might not want them to. I have sometimes heard parents say when they have lost (or are losing) a child… that they wish it could have been them. My own parents said it. I know what they meant.

It seems far too easy to become caught up in the trivial day to day issues and struggles that besiege us all. Sometimes it’s good to remember what’s really important… and to give thanks for that. Life might not be perfect but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s not meant to be. Besides… it’s all we have!

Our hearts will keep on beating (no matter what)… until our time is up. Until then… we might take a lesson from that heart of ours… and never ever give up.

May the beat go on!

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