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flight 2

I’m writing this from 35,000 feet. Can’t help myself I guess. I love to fly… and never miss an opportunity to go if I get the chance. In just over an hour the plane will be landing and my daughter and I will be on the road to Murwillumbah and our favourite breakfast place from last year.

luffley 1

Luffley’s is just “luffly” [grin]. In reality it’s ever so ordinary… but to me… it’s one of the special places and a little bit like my favourite coffee/book shop in Port Douglas… even though they’re a few thousand kilometres apart. Luffley’s make incredible Eggs Benedict and just thinking about it is making me hungry after the early 4am start!

luffley 3No-where special [except to me]

It might be the altitude… but the timelessness of flying [and the emptiness of the tummy] turns my thoughts to the philosophical… and I cannot help but ponder the notion of favourite places… and what makes them so.

Is it really the Eggs Benedict that keeps bringing us back to those special places we all seem to have? Or is it the homemade banana and pineapple cake… or the exquisite aroma of coffee? Well yes… it might be all these things that elicit the desired olfactory response… but isn’t it something way more than that?

luffley 2OMG Could this be Paris? in Murwillumbah

To me… being in a special place… eating… sharing time and table with people you love [and even sometimes just all by yourself] is a time-honoured ritual that human beings grow rich and textural from.

My mother used to say “you don’t feel at home until after your first meal in a new place” and I’ve always found this to be so. Or sometimes… it’s waking up in a new place… that creates that sense of human attachment.

But is it the place? Or the food? Or the people?

Or is it just us?

I think it is we [ourselves] who bring life to the favourite places… and only we who can do it. It is the human spirit and our attitude toward the place… that makes a house a home… or a favourite place somewhere great to return to.

Without the spiritual presence… a house is not a home… and a place is just a place. It’s the spirit that brings us back.

luffley 4

Oops… okay… gotta go the seatbelt sign just went on and the captain might need me to help land the plane. Grin.

Bye for now… see you all back on the ground!

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The Soul Reflected

January 22, 2010 · 7 comments

snapshotimage Copyright © 2010 Jean Burman

Some mornings I wake up with my central line channelling directly from the source.  This was one of those mornings!

I penned this poem in the early hours of this morning.  It’s essentially about the relationship between me and my creative self [but not in the egoistic sense]  Rather… it is an acknowledgment of the creative source within… and the eternal search for my own quintessential truth. Yes… kinda deep I know. But you know artists… [grin]

THE MUSE

You are my heart

And my heart is yours

You know my love

And my love is true

You are my soul

And we are divine

I am who I am because of you

For you are my soul reflected

Jean Burman © 2010  all rights reserved

Yesterday I completed the third in a series of nudes that represent a distinct shift in my watercolour process.  I am very excited about what I have managed to achieve in these three artworks.  Above is a sample… [just a peek for now] as I have some plans for these works.

A friend of mine… a gifted musician… has agreed to allow me the use of a beautiful piece of music he conceived just before Christmas to use in a clip of my paintings.  The paintings were actually painted while I was listening to the music on you tube! LOL  So in many ways the images became the music… and the music became the images. It was a joyful process.  And I am so very pleased he has agreed [very generously] to allow me to do this.

But just for now… you will need to watch this space!  :-)

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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.

wing 4

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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From This Day Forward

September 27, 2009 · 4 comments

Bride Final“From This Day Forward”

Watercolour  [with saved whites] 1/2 sheet

Copyright 2009 Jean Burman

From this day forward.  It’s a lot to promise isn’t it?

That’s… forever…

and how can anyone possibly promise forever?

Forever is a very long time.

But the funny thing is… people do it all the time!   Promise… that is.

And that’s a very good thing.

Because the world is blessed a little bit more each time they do.

Last Wednesday a lovely bride passed by me as I painted at the Reef House.  A stiff breeze whipped her veil into a frenzy as she strode purposefully toward the beach… her waiting husband… and a brand new life.  She looked radiant.  So full of joy and optimism!

I caught only a glimpse… but that was enough to inspire this painting.  Of course… this is not actually her… for “I did but see her passing by”.  But this was the impression left when she had gone.  I often paint from memory… or more correctly… from the “feeling” of a memory…  assisted of course by 20/20 imaginative insight… and making it up as I go!  So this is what I came up with.

My daughter expressed surprise that I was painting brides [at all].  But I was swift to point out that I had no problem with the institution of marriage.  Just with people who make promises they can’t keep! [grin]

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8

wedding1This couple recently married on the Great Barrier Reef!

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