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Gems of inspiration, Paul Haines and the werewolf heart ♥

Gems of inspiration, Paul Haines and the werewolf heart ♥

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“My skull is full of sunken ships,
My heart’s a prisoner to my ribs,
We’re flesh & bone when we’re all alone,
But together, forever, we’ll live” ~ Dead Man’s Bones ~

 


My Life is changing.

For good or for bad – it is what it is. And within this change one of the questions I’ve been asking myself is: ‘Do I want to keep doing this?’

- this thing that keeps me up til ridiculous hours of the morning often leaving me sleep deprived;
- this thing that sometimes takes over every thought I have in a given day;
- this thing that brings me great joy and fills my soul til my heart sings;
- this thing that makes me want to pull my hair out and stab myself in the eyes;

This thing called writing.

The whispers of my heart and soul answer: ‘Yes.’
But my actions, say: ‘No.’ as I sit paralysed at the key board, looking at the cursor that blinks in my word document calling at me: ‘Write something, goddam it – anything.’

Write a blog.

That didn’t happen – I wanted to write something and pay my respects to much loved Australian speculative fiction author and friend, Paul Haines since his passing on March 5th 2012. 

Nothing. No words could express how I feel.

Paul Haines knows all about change. He wrote his heart out and detailed his journey here What would Paul say to me if he were here right now? But he is here and I’ve been asking him all week and I have his answer.

So in lieu of my words and love for Paul, he knows what they are, here are some links from Alan Baxter and Jason Nahrung  who express my feelings for Paul Haines better than I could ever write at this time. And here is a wonderful link courtesy of Alan Baxter and Thirteen O’clock outlining all of Paul’s incredible talent with his brilliant contribution to the writing industry.  

So instead of writing anything of substance my fingers danced stupidly on the keyboard with light and fluffy facebook updates – which is about all I could and can still manage. My heart is in brain freeze and I haven’t even eaten ice-cream.

So, maybe this writing gig is not for me? Maybe I don’t have what it takes to write through pain, to stay focussed on my dreams and passion amidst upheaval and change?

I got sick of not knowing my answer and decided to say ‘fuck ‘ it all – I’m having a Ryan Gosling weekend. He’s hot, he’s intelligent, he’s a musician, a brilliant actor and an all time nice guy – and one day I will marry him :)

So here I am, with a supply of Ryan Gosling DVD’s wrapped up with my beautiful grrrl, Mitzi,  a box of tissues (coz Ryan is in more sad, but profoundly beautiful movies, than happy ones) a little bit of chocolate and lots of caffeine. This will solve my problem. Hibernate and see if after my slightly obsessive fix with Ryan will cure me.

The result:

I got slightly more obsessed with Ryan and googled his band ‘Dead Man’s Bones’

What did I find? A gem of inspiration in the most unlikely of places.

My obsession with Ryan was a calling for much more than the superficial intention of getting out of my own head, because I discovered something in his music. Something deeply profound, dark and beautiful, unleashing something powerful within me.

I still haven’t written a sentence on my novel, still at the midway point with the flashing cursor, but I’m considering my characters and thinking: if my life is changing then so is theirs. My characters don’t know it yet, but they’re in for one hell of a bumpy ride and who knows what gems, hopes or new directions will turn up for them and the author simultaneously. That idea of changing and reshaping their original journey I mapped out for them is getting me excited again. I might just have something…a smidgeon of hope is on the horizon…

So in conclusion:

The answer to my original question: ‘Do I want to keep doing this?’

This thing called writing…

Absolutely!

I’m breathing again. I’m walking in the sunshine again, and giving myself permission to write through the darkness and write whatever the fuck I want.

Here are just some of the lyrics from ‘Dead Man’s Bones’ that are speaking rather loudly to me at the moment and there’s plenty more of this kind of stuff from this very cool, dark and quirky band.

You’d look nice in a grave.
I smile at the moon; death is on my face
And if you wait too long,
Then you’ll never see the dawn again

“My skull is full of sunken ships,
My heart’s a prisoner to my ribs,
We’re flesh & bone when we’re all alone,
But together, forever, we’ll live”

There’s gold in my heart,
But the winds took my sails through the dark,
And if you wait too long,
then you’ll never see the dawn again.

“He filled my heart, I did my best.
But without the sun, I’m only shadows in a dress.
‘Cause if the full moon comes, our love is done,
So forever, towards dark, we rise”

After reading the lyrics, have a listen – the piano combined with the lyrics and the raw energy of Ryan’s vocals are what brings it all together for me.

I dig music – my world depends on it, and storytelling through music is the ultimate, which might be why I love the visual medium of film so much, especially if it has a soundtrack to die for.

To Ryan Gosling:

I thank you for yet another gem of inspiration in the most unlikely of places

To my friends and family:

We all deal with pain and change in our own unique individual ways and clearly mine is through film and music, but it’s also through the hand of friendship which has been extended to me from far and wide and for that – my gratitude is immense. ♥ Thank you beautiful people – you know who you are ♥

Do you have those writing/artistic paralysis moments when everything around you seems wrong and out of sync with the world?

I hope dear reader you get something out of this post and I’d love to hear what inspires you, and pushes you through extra-ordinary circumstances?

‘Knowledge is a lock and its key is the question.~ Imam Jafar Al-Sadiq
‘Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.’ ~ John Lennon

Midnight rambler embracing change with an open heart and baby steps ♥

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Reflective and refracted…

Reflective and refracted…

I’ve been a bit quiet lately on all forms of social media. I haven’t dropped off the edge of the world but have slipped into a reflective and slightly refracted reality. It’s temporary, these little life challenges or setbacks always are.

Without going into all the details this song sums up how I feel about the past few weeks. And of course this song will mean different things to different people or maybe nothing at all. I’m featuring this in the side panel also as this song is inspiring me to make peace with 2011 so I can move into 2012 beating down the door of obstacles and walking through with courage, determination, love and appreciation of all things.

 

What does this song mean to you? Love to hear your thoughts.

Midnight rambler enjoying the last week of 2011 ♥

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remembering loved ones, and embracing the summer solstice with renewed energy ♥

remembering loved ones, and embracing the summer solstice with renewed energy ♥

My mum, Fay and New Year's celebrations...

It’s that time of year again – wow!  It only seemed like yesterday I wrote this blog post.  It’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year and also the anniversary of my beautiful mother’s passing (13 years).

I’m never fond of this time of year – all the Christmas hoo-ha – the crowds, the crazies, and the losses.  My maternal grandma passed Christmas day, 18 years ago – I was in Mexico at the time and didn’t find out until two months later – I never really grieved properly as it never felt real except for the fact that she was no longer here. I’m still coming to terms with that.  My maternal grandad

Grandad

passed two weeks after Christmas, 29 years ago.  I was close to both my grandparents, particularly my grandad (Pop) his loss felt unbearable at the time,  and losing my mum was the most traumatic of all, and the worst Christmas ever!

Three generations of strong women ♥

But the summer solstice is a time of rebirth, healing and light – so in a way that’s kind of a nice time to pass.  All depends on how you look at it on any given day.  The grieving never really stops, the expression: time heals and all of that, I’m not so sure, the missing and the loss never, ever goes away, it just gets easier to talk about.  But upon reflection there are gems of memories that can never be taken, will always be remembered, and treasured.  And I thank my mum, my grandma and pop for having such a strong presence in my life.  As time goes by I try to not dread this time of year so much, but sometimes, and just sometimes I do back away from the tinsel and sparkle and craziness of this commercial thing called ‘Christmas’ and head to the beach, walk barefoot upon the sand, meditate by the ocean, ponder a flower and cloud watch.

I like to nurture my spirit at this time of year, eat well, sleep well, and retreat a little and reflect on the year that’s been.  Because that’s my time to honour the spirits of my family and remember them with a quiet, loving embrace.  I like to nurture and honour their spirit within me and give thanks to all the things they taught me, good and bad, because without them I would not be the person I am today.

And it’s summer, my favourite time of the year, a blessed time to draw on the sun’s energy and breathe renewed life into a ‘new year’.

Midnight rambler remembering loved ones and nurturing the spirit within…

This one is for you, Mum :)


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