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Life Is A Piece of Cake

February 20, 2010 · 9 comments

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I drove up to Brisbane this morning from the coast to do a couple of things.  One of them was to go to Eckersley’s Art Store to buy some art supplies… you know… paper paint charcoal etc.  Can’t seem to go away for long without my art supplies.  And if I find myself away from them for too long… I simply have to smoke out an art supply store and get my fix along the way!

I’m writing this from a little place called the Room With Roses. It’s a beautiful room in the middle of the city. A haven from the madness out in the street… and a quiet place to put down some thoughts.

water[water not wine... remember it's lunchtime! grin]

I was just sitting here sipping my jasmine green tea and  enjoying a yummy piece of passionfruit strawberry cream sponge cake and got to thinking about cake and life… and this is what I came up with.

PS I know… give me a piece of cake and I go and get all philosophical. Can’t help myself [chuckles]

PPS  And yes… I know… it’s lunchtime… but hey… life is short… we eat cake first!

LIFE IS A PIECE OF CAKE

If life would be a piece of cake
with heart and soul and such to bake
the choice would be a simple one
We’d make it light and full of fun!

Strawberries cream and fruit of passion
pinkie poised… the height of fashion
we’d lift our teacup to our lips
and savour life in giant sips

If life would be a slice of pie
with pastry crisp and never dry
we’d slice it into giant bits
and let it go right to our hips!

Cherry pear or chocolate flute tin
No matter what the pie is baked in
We’d scratch our head in times to come
And wonder why we’d chosen… plum?

Just think…

If life would be a pie or cake
Oh what fun to negotiate
Imagine life upon a platter
Nothing else would really matter

So bake your cake and please don’t wait
there is no time to hesitate
then grab yourself a large cake knife
and enjoy right now your slice of life!

© 2010 Jean Burman

That’s what I just did anyway…. now I’m going out to walk around the block [probably more than a couple of times!]  (((chuckles)))

Have a great Saturday everyone!  Eat some cake!

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“Dance like no one is watching.
Sing like no one is listening.
Love like you’ve never been hurt
and live like it’s heaven on Earth.”
— Mark Twain

To this end… I have recently been doing my utmost. But you know what? Lately I am learning that it’s often a case of “easier said than done”.

Let me tell you… people DO notice when you fall over on the dance floor. They DO hear you when you sing out of tune… even in the shower. You WILL get hurt along the way. And LIFE… you can be sure… often bears absolutely NO resemblance to heaven on earth!

Really sorry to break it to you Mr. Twain (((chuckles)))

But you know… despite the obvious risks… life CAN be a whole lot of fun. Even if you do sometimes get injured in the process.

Finally… after all these years… I am dancing again. And it is so much fun!

[Read about  Living Life to the Hilt ]

After the first couple of classes… with burgeoning confidence… I decided it was about time to invest in a good pair of dancing shoes. Why?

1.  To keep me motivated.

2.  So I could try to achieve some of the fancy footwork demanded of a budding ballroom dancer [chuckles] on a slick and slippery dance floor without sliding over and hurting myself trying to attempt any/or all of the above in stilettos, sandals or joggers.

and lastly… [but not "leastly"]

3.  Because I found a lovely pair of gold Pasodoble’s that I simply couldn’t resist.

You know… boys and their toys… girls and their shoes… [grin]

Besides… my thinking has always been that you should always arm yourself with the appropriate tools for the job in order to achieve the best results. [That's why we artists buy good brushes right?] Okay… it sounded like a plan. And so it was.

I bought the shoes.

Can’t tell you how pleased as punch I was with my purchase as I twirled around the floor… my beautiful new shoes carrying me hither and thither across the floor. But then… just when I was getting the hang of a step… and attempting to execute the perfect turn… those beautiful shoes all of a sudden got a mind of their own… went their separate ways… and I crashed down with an almighty wallop in an inglorious heap on the floor.

Fortunately I went straight down… crashing on one knee first then landing flat on my you know what… and not the alternative… [ie] flat on my back with my legs out from under me. A girl I guess… can be grateful for some such small mercies.

Oooo… ouch… now that hurt! In fact… everything hurt as I sat there in a crumpled heap shocked and unable to get up. [The last time I felt like that was a few years ago after hurtling down the driveway with my son on the back of the billy cart - read the story here]

Finally after what seemed like an age… and would have been less than a split second… someone [have not a clue who] hauled me to my feet and with the music still playing the dancing continued. Now that’s what I call professionalism (((chuckles))) And heck… what stamina. I quite surprised myself. Grin.

Later however… much later… my knee came up a beauty. A huge bruise the likes of which I had not seen since my days on the vigoro pitch in primary school.  And my back hurt. But only just a tad. Ahem. Okay then… maybe just a tad more than a tad.  At the end of the night I limped sheepishly to the door… my pride tucked neatly in my pocket…. got home… took some magnesium and lay down perfectly flat for the next eight hours (((chuckles))) Next day… all good. And so far… so good.

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As for the shoes… well… they will live to dance another day.  I took them straight into Theo’s Shoe Shop from whence they came and had the man rough up the soles on whatever the machine is that they “rough up” soles of shoes with there. I made sure that those beautiful shoes were going to stick like glue to the dance floor from that day on.

Now if only we could do that with people.

Life would be so easy.  Grin.

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I was saying G’day to the good people over at Motto Agency yesterday and it struck me how amazing the internet really is. Yesterday was of course Australia Day… and I was discussing this fact with the innovative duo who just happen to be half a world away in South Carolina.  [It was raining... and we had Bob Marley in common. Grin]

Motto Agency is a brand strategy and design firm who also happen to be reggae aficionados.  [Just knew I liked these people the minute I heard Bob Marley on their homepage]  As it turns out they were celebrating right along with we Aussies on our national day…

“We’re celebrating Australia Day here too… Motto style. We have our sunglasses on and the movie Australia is on loop in the conference room!  Enjoy the festivities!”

To me… these are the small conversations that glue this big [cyber] world together.

koalaHangin’ in there

Like I said… yesterday was Australia Day… but I won’t be commenting further about that.  I believe I well and truly covered our National Day way back in January 2007… leaving pretty much nothing left to be said for the rest of the decade!

Reading back over the archive… I had to laugh how I really came out swinging from that very first post three years ago today [give or take a day or two]!  Ever the emphatic idealist!

Here is the link for those of you who are up to it! Grin.

BloggingCartoon Pen & Watercolour

Copyright © 2007 Jean Burman

Read Blogging On here

So yes… it’s been THREE YEARS since this blog began and I can hardly believe it.  So much water has gone under the bridge since then… so many topics hashed and re-hashed… and so much has changed.

In those early days I wondered what on earth I was going to talk about each and every week from that day forward… but you know what?  So far something has always turned up.  Sometimes just in the nick of time! Grin.

And I’m happy to report that life not only goes on but just keeps getting better and better.

And the best is yet to come!

So thank you for being here with me… and living it along with me.  It’s been a whole lot of fun!

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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.

wing 2

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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