Most of you are back into it this morning I realise.
Thinking of you all as you and yours head out the door.

I guess I’d be right in thinking that most of us were conceived in love.
That’s where the magic of Love began perhaps. To my mind the miracle of Life and the miracle of Love are entwined from the moment of conception.
Right there when our journey began.
From there we have known many things; distress, joy, the simplest of pleasures and the most complex of challenges; seasons and chapters; been lonely and felt crowded; known love and therefore loss; but that first Love, no matter what happens or where we find ourselves, is omnipresent and omnipotent.
I think this is what Rilke meant when he said, “ believe in a love that is preserved for you like a heritage and trust that in that love, there is a strength and a blessing which is not bound to leave you no matter how far you go.”
Have a lovely week my dear friends.
​Kxx

It’s been a while since I touched base here.
A few things going on/down/up/off and creating the charts for our finale SOS show in November.
Yes….. more about that later.
Last night it was my privilege to go to the MSO’s tribute concert to our much missed Uncle Archie. So this morning I am pressed to share with you how Australia looked to me, fresh from the UK.
Look away from another difficult story coming up.
My 1983 sojourn in WA was relatively new when I found myself at a poolside brunch, discovering the joys of ham and cheese croissant, washed down with champagne. My UK life was looking very dull on that sparkling Sunday morning, rubbing shoulders with people my age (all coupled up, mind).
The crew looked very squeaky clean and glamorous in a lot of fresh white linen; buffed & tanned with shiny locks; all perfumed and after-shaved.
A couple of days before I had been to the WA museum. It’s something I always do in a new place to get the lie of the land a bit.
Asking about where I might find the Aboriginal exhibition; I had to ask because there were no signs that I could see; I was directed down some back stairs, round the corner and then some, to find a room about the size of a generous lounge room…….
It was paltry and tokenistic at best.
So, fresh from that experience, I was chatting to a young man, much traveled as 20 something Aussies were back in the day. He was well educated and articulate on all sorts and so it was to him I addressed my enquiry. “I haven’t been here long, but I’m a bit puzzled about Australia’s Aboriginal people. I mean, where are they?”
His handsome face sort of turned inside out with disgust and disdain. I’ve only seen that a few notable times in my life.
“Agh!” he said visibly cringing, and with his top lip sneering he said, “they are the ugliest creatures on the face of the earth. If you want to see them you’ll find them drunk as skunks under the trees in East Perth.”
I stepped away from him and left the gathering.
It’s was so shocking to me I could hardly breathe. I’m feeling exactly that now as I recall that awful
encounter.

I did go to East Perth as suggested. And wept as I drove away realising that there was something horribly wrong with this country. Something so heinous in its history that wasn’t going to be resolved anytime soon.
And here we are 40 years later.
How slowly we have traveled in our understanding that only now are we looking at this next step; one that will finally open up real conversations that have the potential to lead us forward at last.
“Ngapartji Ngapartji - Pitjantjatjara - to sit round the fire and tell stories and learn from each other.
Looking, praying and hoping for a deluge of YES to salve too many broken hearts and lives.
​Thank you, if you are still with me.
Love to all. Kxx

Good morning my lovelies.
It’s about the chaos bit……
I talked about change last week I realise.
​Bit of a cracked record then, for which I do apologise.

But the chaos is in the ifs, buts and maybes inherent in an overactive imagination in the full flight of change.
(Chosen or foisted!)

And an overactive imagination is part and parcel of creativity when change throws in the proverbial spanner.
Oh and going round in circles might be the moving parts of it, all those little wheels and cogs cranking away.
See what I mean? 😵‍💫
A teddy bear moment. (But I’ll leave 🧸’til next week)

Be assured I’m fine as I hope you are, heading into another week albeit a day shorter for most.
Step out bravely if you can. If you can’t that’s ok too.
Love to all.
Kxx
Coming up tomorrow…..I promise you a fun night. All done by 8.45 so you can be home sipping your cocoa at a decent hour.
https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/the-sound-of-singing-voices-june-2023-tickets-626969722317

Phew everyone!
Head down. Holding my breath. Lots that’s sort of scary at the mo’.
I say “sort of” because it’s all relative.
Nothing life threatening.
But a few life changing things which are always a bit unsettling, even if it’s the right thing to do.
But I do believe that sometimes if we don’t choose change, change can choose us.
There will always be moments beyond our control when change will choose us whether we like it or not.
We all had that in 2020!
And I had that hugely in 1996.
And anyone reading this will know how that feels.
That random stuff.
But all the more reason to listen when your gut says to choose change and then “feel the fear and do it anyway.” Thumb your nose at it!

Have a wonderful week everyone.
Love to all, especially to those doing it tough and suffering at the moment.
Kxx
Btw - there are a few books you don’t need to read once you’ve read the title.
Feel The Fear And Do It Anyway.
The Power of Now.
Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus.
The Subtle Art Of Not Giving  A F*ck.
​Any others you can think of?

Good morning my beautiful friends.
Well officially winter isn’t supposed to front up until Thursday, but here it is. Grim and unlovely. The pretty autumn leaves turned to a mucky mush and lowering clouds hanging about weeping often as not.
But how wise the words from our young and astonishing poet Amanda G!
So although I confess to feeling a little low of spirits, (after all, such days in grey old London are why I’m here!) nonetheless science tells me that the sun IS shining somewhere up there.
But that extra phrase is the clincher isn’t it?
Oh to be brave enough to BE the light!
Tall order. But with the likes of Amanda waving and weaving her magical words like a banner on the back of a plane, here goes with the courage in that regard.

​Off I go into my week as you go into yours.
Whatever else it may bring, as our young Amanda says, “there is always light.”
​Love to all. Kxx

“Peace is not something you wish for; it’s something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away. Declare it. Just the same way we declare war. That is how we will have peace… we just need to declare it.”  - John Lennon

I’m not sure what John would make of the world we have made where such as Stan has felt the very depths of despair.
I weep for him and for us all.

The best we can do is to gainsay the evils of social media by putting all the love and peace in the world by way of what we say and do here on our own platform, respectfully, humbly and with grace and gratitude.
Give peace a chance at least!
Move towards it with every ounce of energy, truth and love we can muster.
Ring it out from the steeples, treetops and skyscrapers.
Sing it out through songs of unity and belief in our better selves.
Apologies for being ultra preachy this morning, but we are at such an important crossroads.
May the Australia I have come to know, love and call home, lead the way for all realms across the globe who have suffered from colonisation to find peace, reconciliation and healing.

​Namaste to you my friends.
My love and warmest wishes for a wonderful week.
Kxx
Fab image by
Priscilla Du Preez