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Monday, August 20, 2007

Sprinkler System up and running.

Sprinkler design - more or less.
the bottom two pictures below are taken from the position of the arrow in the top left of diagram
Executive Authority, comprising Nick (wearing the striped crash hat), and Peter examining the power plant for the sprinkler system.
Test conditions - two-thirds of power. the left most sprinkler is mounted about 1.5 metres atop a delivery pipe set above the carport at its corner.
Ditto, and note the ridge sprinkler and the gable sprinklers at a lower level.
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Pre-construction condition

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Mt Horeb - Drainage - Design and Construct

Surveying the Problem: Construction magnifico Nicholas Smith ponders the imponderable, following the 'Pasha Bulker' Storm of June 2007. But Nick is not phased as he is in the hands of the Almighty!
Note Nick's safety helmet and heavy duty clothes for protection. The clip board in his hand is for show, only, as he normally has a full-time Secretary to take notes, and a main-frame computer strapped to his back.

Below: Before long Saint Nick had a willing band of God-given helpers to fix up the problem. This picture shows the bucket brigade moving concrete to the 'Mt Horeb Memorial Dam' site.


Twin diameter 150 stormwater pipes discharge the water, as designed (cause that's what pipes do). Note that the area to the right of the pipes, where the embankment had collapsed, no water can be seen draining down the face of the 'waterfall' area.

In time a hydro-electric power station will be installed at the ends of these pipes, to supply electricity to Mt Horeb residence, to the State grid, and to India.



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Mt Horeb - Drainage - Finished Job.

Here are some of the motley crew that helped save Saint Nick's road fromm disappearing fdown the hillside.
Nice job too - works a treat. The vertical slots in the blockwork work well in allowing the water to seep through.

Mt Horeb - Drainage - It works, too!

As it looked just after the 'Pasha Bulker' storm of early june 2007.
Compared with the original post-storm collapse, above, the drainage system works very well.










Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Suffering -- Is it our choice? Should it be our choice?

Lately I have been thinking about this whole idea of suffering and still am a good way, I figure, from coming to a settled understanding. Even so, one thought which I think is giving me some appreciation of what it means to suffer is this: suffering is to experience that thing which has a negative impact on our lives (humanly speaking); ie. that which we would NOT NATURALLY CHOOSE for our selves. In the sense that we serve others by putting aside our own personal agenda for ourselves is (I think) one way that we 'suffer' for the sake of others. Jesus suffered even to being executed although he was innocent, so that we may be saved.

Sickness is to suffer that which we would not choose for ourselves. We also see others sick and wish they would not suffer so -- they also would not choose to suffer as they do. So, what can we say to them; how can we encourage them? Suffering brings us all to consider (if we so allow ourselves) our lack of control over our humanity. Naturally we choose a certain direction (with its hopes and dreams) but 'life' or perhaps more truly 'death' gets in the way and upsets our plans. Naturally, we don’t like this or that and wish otherwise.

The Scripture, "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him" confronts our whole worldview about the possibilities of what real life is about -- a life according to God's will. It is a life that transcends our brokenness but at the same time doesn’t ignore our frailty. That is, it is not just some pie-in-the-sky-when-you-die hope. Rather, God is right here with us and wants us to believe that he is the one who saves -- he saves eternally, and that begins now.

I have taken great comfort in Psalm 41:3, where God sustains us on our sick bed, and at some future time restores us. Our continuing sickness is no barrier to a personal and real relationship with the Lord but offers a unique opportunity to know and experience him that well people cannot know. Furthermore, it shows that the worldly perspective of only finding fulfilment and happiness through perfect wellness and everything going according to 'our plan' is nonsense. What sickness and other forms of suffering can do is push us toward the one who has our life in his hands so that we might come to know him and what he has prepared for those who love him. And so, through our suffering we are comforted by Him who knows what it means to say, "not my will but yours be done."

That's pretty much the direction I am working at in an effort to understand what it means to suffer as a believer -- to put aside our own will so that we might live for Him. And so I ask, should suffering be our choice in service to others? At its core, this is the heart of repentance and obedience. Daniel is right to say that we should pray that God would reveal himself to these our friends who are suffering so that they would turn to him. (Read Dan at http://allthatwasmine.blogspot.com/2007/05/job-is-hard.html ).

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Paterson River flood: from Maitland Road near intersection with Paterson Road bridge




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Just some details


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Bona Vista - Yesterday and Today

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Paterson River flood: Tucker Park & environs




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Paterson River flood: Rail bridge & township




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On and From Martins Creek Rd, over Paterson River




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20070708 Storm - Driveway




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Form of the Storm

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Friday, June 08, 2007

20070708 storm flooding at Paterson, NSW




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20070708 storm flooding at Paterson, NSW




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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

JEWEL

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

On the Role of Imagination in Biblical Theology

The brief review, Walter Brueggemann and the role of imagination in Biblical theology , challenges how we approach Scripture for the purpose of interpreting its message and its meaning to us and consequently how we should live our lives. The article rightly states that "traditionally there has been no place for the open recognition of imagination in theological writings, since it was seen as subjective fantasy, and unworthy of serious rational thought." I referred a friend onto this article and he replied, "imagination is a necessity for good understanding of what God says. But others will smuggle in more than this if we don't listen carefully to no more than what God says." Below is my take on the subject of our imagination in the interpretation of Scripture as guide for our lives.

According to the article, Bruegmann's own definition says: “Imagination clearly means in evangelical terms the capacity to think beyond our taken-for-granted world to a world that is promised of God.” I find MY imagination, when exercised, works in several ways. It expresses the possibility of the real (one may say, ‘a real possibility’) within the bounds of possibilities organised according to known facts and data that are “taken for granted” (eg, a new machine using known mechanical principles). My imagination also explores what could be real (eg a new machine based on yet to be figured mechanical principles, ala HG Wells’ space vehicles), as opposed to the fictional ‘possibilities’ (eg Harry Potter type of invention).

When it comes to imagining the possibilities of “a world that is promised of God” this is where, I believe, the Church (we) often fails, for we do not tend to think beyond our experience. Our expectation for the future is bound to principles that we already ‘take for granted’ in a closed system. It is quite probable that the prosperity-thinkers and preachers function along these lines, especially if prosperity is bound to material goods and a well-being dependant on such things. What if we believed God beyond what we have already experienced, beyond what we may “ask or think?”

Could this mean handing over, of giving up our rights to exercising our rational faculties and allowing ourselves to become fully informed about our future direction by God? This is not about prophetic vision as commonly understood (ie. prophets prophesying the future) but about God’s vision for us however he may convey it to us. This may mean, of course, that our regular ways and means of perceiving and believing matters about our future may be seriously flawed. Even our preferred method and practice of Biblical interpretation may need to be radically revised. Did not the scribes and the Pharisees, and even the disciples and people of Israel, have their understanding about WHAT IS and WHAT SHALL BE radically overhauled by Jesus? The whole ‘Jesus thing’ blew their mind.

What my friend says is true. Our trouble is in HOW we listen and, obviously, WHAT we listen to. All sorts of filters can come into play through our interpretation of what God says in his word and into our heart. An overwhelming “literal” method of interpretation is a good example of such a filter -- it can filter out some good stuff, which then becomes lost to us, if we do not appreciate the range of literary forms used in the Scriptures. Yet, I think the thing that is lost, above all, is our lack of appreciation of the Holy Spirit within us as THE true and totally reliable interpreter of ALL truth. In denying Holy Spirit his rightful place we are bound to end up with the situation where our interpretation of the “this” (in my friends quote) is dependant on intellectual faculties (or lack thereof) and an associated and overtly rational approach that does not allow God to be the doer of new things. Let us imagine sitting ‘between’ the Father and the Holy Spirit, as an observer, during an inner ‘conversation’ in the Godhead. What would happen of we blocked one, or the other from what we hear?

Primarily, I tend to think in ideas and concepts and possibilities-to-explore, and not in simple mechanics -- my inclination toward experiment and exploration is inbuilt, I cannot escape its influence within my life. And that influence applies to the way I read, understand and appreciate the Scriptures. Those activities, after all, are a search for meaning and life. Even so, my particular preferences need to be both tempered and informed by the work of Holy Spirit. What does it mean -- what is the full range of possible meanings connected with -- for Zacchaeus to have to climb the tree to see Jesus, for example? What could we imagine was going on in his mind? What can we imagine his life was like? What can we imagine he felt when Jesus said he was going to dine at his house? To what extent may he have been a marginalised person in society? Is the Biblical story of Luke 19 only just for us to know, in simple mechanical terms, that Jesus had dinner at McZacchaeus, or something about the identity and character of Jesus, or that Zed coughed up the moolah because he was caught out and/or felt embarrassed and guilty? Or, does it reach to our heart and show something of the intentional, confrontational and transformational possibilities that exist within God’s scheme of things that he is set on accomplishing? Of the later it certainly does, and says as much, but we must come to terms with who Zacchaeus is -- that he could have been just like us, and us like him, is as necessary to our understanding of the passage as anything else. Here is the transformation: "8 But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, "Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount." Without the appreciation of who he is (or could have been) we are left high and dry in appreciating the extent of the transformation. In such things, I suggest, we need to apply our imagination and draw on our experience of life to understand people like Zacchaeus -- but we don't stop with our experience for we must consider the possibilities of what a life God promised by and in God.

In asking such 'imaginative' questions we push the boundaries of what it means to understand the possible nature of the process of the impact that Jesus had on Zed’s life, as much as the end result. It has everything to do with the dynamics of belief and how God brings about faith in our lives. It also has everything to do with the limits of what God ‘says’. Is it possible, I ask, that God may speak to us through his Word and also bring to light more truth than we can ever read in the ‘text’ of his word? It is a dangerous question, for it asks if God’s revelation to us is static or dynamic; is it textually limited or is his Word en toto, to us, mediated through or via the text, in a living way that encompasses all truth?

To be sure of one thing, the text is not the goal of our searching, nor is an intellectual assent to its truthfulness and reliability in all matters of faith and life. I think the text wakes us up the possibilities of life in God, ie. the world that is promised of God. The text is very much about giving us a memory of what God has done and about the future of what God will do based on his past mighty acts. In both cases we trust God because of the past and we place our hope in Him because of our future. At the end of the day we come up with an interpretation that we believe true to the Word. Is it about being true to the word literally? Or, can it be also true to what we may imaginatively perceive is God’s intention for us: to understand about what he can and will do in our lives; of which we can be confident because it is consistent with -- but not identical to -- what he has done in the past, as revealed in his Word. There is much to be thought through and considered in this regard and I have much homework to do.

Sermons and teaching that do not touch and transform lives today are simply a dry orthodoxy – and may well be approaching a puffed-up and good-for-nothing body-of-knowledge. (I have the same issue about history; a passion of mine). All this makes me ask, what temptations MAY Jesus have experienced in the wilderness (Luke 4), before the last three mentioned in the text? To answer this hypothetical question we have to access our own experience of life and postulate the possibilities. It leads us to examine ourselves, and in doing so expose ourselves to interrogation and the possibility of seeing that of which we are in need. What is the answer to our need as people tempted? The same as Jesus’ answer:- trust and believe God no matter what is offered and walk in the light of his what he has said. And so, I believe, it is good to ask such questions as what temptations may Jesus have experienced, but not what temptations DID Jesus experience. The difference between these two variables, in favour of the former, is what I think to be a healthy exploration of our past (memory) and our present (life), with an eye on the future (hope) using our imagination, opposed to an abuse of the written word through an smuggling stuff into the text. We need to make a distinction between what is a fair handing of the broad issues raised in the text and that which seeks to puff the text out to meet our own ends, or compress it to such a limited degree that there is only one idea in the text. [I have long questioned the validity of searching for the alleged, singular "Big Idea" in the text in favour of opening our understanding up to the many possibilities that may be offered in the text. If the text was about the one Big Idea then why, I ask, has not the one big idea been authoritatively and consistently identified for us?]

The bigger problem that concerns me is not so much whether some may try and smuggle something in on us as we explore the many possibilities of meaning within the text, but whether we shut God out of our understanding in favour of a closed, mechanical and unimaginative approach to God’s word because we are fearful of being led astray. To be sure of one thing, if we DO understand God’s message to us correctly then we will be able to identify and refute those who smuggle stuff into the Biblical story. It is futile to think that we can construct a hedge of safety around the Word of God -- He and what he said says is much bigger than that.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Men's Katoomba Convention 2006

MEC-MEN: Intrepid O’nite Travellers
Seek the Lord Amid Serious Domestic Deprivations.

(MEC: Maitland Evangelical Church ~ Men Empowered in Christ).

As this report demonstrates, nothing is hidden from view. It is alleged by an unnamed, undercover operative, ‘Sneaky-Pete’, that the following statements were made recently in a car full of MEChurch blokes (aka MEC-MEN), en route to Mens’ Katoomba Convention Names have been omitted to protect the guilty and to save the innocent from embarrassment-by-association. One PASSENGER said: “Those Barbie movies aren’t as bad as you think,” which makes you think, but not about the Barbie pictures! At another time, DRIVER: “I am trying to be as controlled as possible.” STW is pleased to report that all six souls on board arrived home safe – that’s home here at Maitland, not Heaven (which was a distinct possibility).

Toward the end of that homeward journey, no doubt anticipating reunion with their beloved wives, there was a discussion about the “ten-second kiss.” Some marriages may have already benefited by that lively and entertaining banter. But, as details are sloppy and cannot be reported with any authority ‘Sneaky-Pete’ has some research to do -- and do until he gets it right. The 3-hour trips to and from Katoomba were notable for the good spirit of like-minded men in fellowship in Jesus.

Fellowship continued at the Convention with the 30+ guys from MEC sharing accommodation in tents. This caused one 50 y.o. MEC-MAN to comment, “I can’t believe I agreed to this! What was I thinking?” In true Biblical fashion tents were wisely pitched upon rock-hard ground, as opposed to setting-up on sand. This symbolic act by the tent crew reflected a theme of the Convention: to build lives and marriages founded on the Lord. One brave and adventurous MEC-MAN slept in his swag for the first time, under the stars just like the Biblical John, the Baptist one. However, in the middle hours of the morning he ‘schipped’ such foolhardiness and retired injured to a vehicle. “The swag will be on eBay tomorrow,” he announced. Elsewhere, after tripping on something lying about on the alleged floor of his tent, one guy piped up, “Whose shoe is this?” [pause: waits for an answer, and looks at shoe closely] “Oh! It’s mine. Sorry,” he confesses on realising it is his own. At home he would have kicked his toe on the nails poking out of the floor, no doubt the same ones upon which he hangs his clothes.

Breakfast was catered by MEC-MEN’s roving, untrained but highly motivated kitchen crew. While the Spartan ‘facilities’ lacked the finesse of domesticity (a total understatement), breakfast was appreciated and devoured with thankfulness. No expense was spared in bringing along an internationally-renowned, pancake specialist to augment MEC-Cook’s sausages and bacon. Ian’s Canadian-style pancakes were consumed with relish – actually, not with real relish relish, but with maple syrup relish, sort of, stuff. Above all, the guys were greatly benefited in having their souls fed through excellent Bible teaching, and the encouragement to be the Men-of-God that our Lord desires, and to be so in a mutually supportive environment.

Over such times, whether travelling, enjoying a meal, talking in twos or threes, or listening to the Lord speak through his servants, friendships are made and others enriched, faith is developed and obedience to God’s wise and loving counsel encouraged. ‘Sneaky-Pete’ confesses there is much to be done in all our lives. As we face up to our inadequacies and trust the Lord for his empowering ability we will live as men expressing the character of our Lord Jesus. On behalf of all ‘Sneaky-Pete’ thanks everyone involved, especially those who organised and facilitated this important 24 hours away for our own MEC-MEN. Definitely, a “Must-do again.”

'Sneaky Pete'

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Australian King Parrot - Alisterus scapularis.











Feast your eyes on the beauty of these birds and give thanks to Yahweh, the Lord of Creation, for the majesty of all his handiwork, and worship him for his love toward us in Jesus Christ.

In this species, the male's head, neck, and underparts are a brilliant scarlet, the back is green, the rump is blue, and the tail a blackish blue. There are green crescents on the abdomen and under-tail coverts. For the female the the head, neck and upper torso are green. Notice, too, the red in the male's beak, compared with the female; and the male's beak is much longer.

The brilliance in the photo immediately below results from using a flash and hence the colours appear ‘false’ compared with the natural lighting on all other photos. Yet, the flash brings out the density of colour in the plumage of these beautiful birds.

Such a lovely bird and a delight to watch especially from just a few feet away. Enjoy them with me!

Monday, November 28, 2005

Is There Another Way?

[NB portions of this post haver been blogged previously, with apologies]

Do I love it? Should I hate it?
Should I love it? Do I hate it?


The title of “Silly Season” is, arguably, an apt description of Christmas time for a number of reasons. Maybe it is the silly way that people are drawn into the unrelenting commercialism, and are blindly led to bow the knee to the cash-cow of materialism. Maybe it has to do with how this festive season can drive people silly as they seek to attend to all the demands and dictates of a glamorously packaged ‘religious festival,’ one that has nothing to do with the way they live their lives on a daily basis. I mean, doesn’t it seem silly to celebrate a Person’s birth, year in, year out, but never personally know Jesus Christ, the Anointed One of God, or the purpose for Him coming to dwell among us; and be subsequently changed from the inside out by his Spirit?

You have probably guessed by now that I do not have much time for the bilious way the birth of the Saviour of the World is regurgitated each year. I am sure some think I am “silly”, maybe even just plain stupid because I don’t go along with the clamorous customs of society at this time. I am sure some would say, “Just get over it,” with the unstated encouragement to accept the status quo; “After all, Christmas is all over by the New Year. Just ignore it if it cheeses you off!”

Maybe I should, indeed, just get over it, and shut-up. Or, just maybe I shouldn’t! Whatever the case, I need to settle into that contented place of believing that The Lord of the Universe has the birth of his Son in his wise hands, He has done so since the beginning of time, and He will continue to do so no matter what crap is thrown at it, at Him, in the course of this world’s passing.

A Very Miry Murky Crass-Mess!

Despite the fact that, for many, ‘Christmas’ with its gloss and glitter is very comforting time (i.e. it takes the pain away for a while), my concern is that the real meaning of Christmas has been reframed or completely lost. The broadly recognisable Christmas that allegedly celebrates the birth of Jesus finds its soul more in a rotting after-birth than in the Person after whom it is named. Jesus' birth now happens in Tinsel Town, in the world of Vomitus Maximus; the one born the Son of God has been adorned in the red and white vestments of a Christ-less celebration. Simply, Jesus is not found there and He will not be anytime at all.

In reality, this is nothing new to God and shouldn't be to me. The lie that one can enjoy all the benefits of God’s blessings while ignoring Him in everyday life was voiced long ago in The Garden of Eden. The lie continues unabated as many breaths breathe out the stench of the same deception through a ‘glitzy, faithless Christmas.’ Such nonsense burns at the nostrils of God and of those who reject its adulterations. The numbing, cacophonous peel of the likes of Santa’s Christmas bells deafens the world to the peace it so desperately needs, as the One born the Prince of Peace is marginalised through what in truth is, a "Very Miry Murky Crass-mess.”

Is There Another Way?

I need, indeed we all need, to see Jesus as He is: as he lived, died and rose again. We need to see Him as He is revealed to us by God, in all His fullness, power and authority. We need to see to it that we make our dwelling with him, as he does with us. When we choose to make our home with him the fear of his judgment is gone and we consequently enjoy his protection. But, such notions of redemption are “silly” to those bent on eliminating Jesus from their daily existence.

My desire this Christmas as it is each year, and I hope it will be yours, is to worship the Saviour in Spirit; and be blessed by the reality of His resurrected life and his eternal omnipresence, and not have my faith and life misdirected by another silly season. To be sure, His robes of glory and majesty will immeasurably out shine anything the world offers in its continuing catatonic state. For, just as it is written,

No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.

For those who do not yet know and love God, his sure and eternal blessings are available to all who believe – and you don’t have to be in a Church to believe – Don't delay, believe today.

Because he loves me, says the LORD, I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honour him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.

For those who so love and worship the Son in Spirit and in Truth may the blessings of the Eternal One be your inheritance. Glory to God in the Highest! Peace on earth -- that is, in your life and home; and therein is His Way. Amen.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Calm amidst the Storm - Confidence in God

Up at 6:30 this morning. Had a reasonable sleep for which I am thankful. It's a beautiful morning and time to be with the Lord, and hear him in reading the oracle of his prophet Habakkuk.

Habakkuk is confident in the fame of his Lord and in the Lord's awesome deeds. It is in the Lord that he awaits for the redemption of the people, to come from God. Yet, in the meantime, he is not perplexed by all the 'wrong' things going on about him, "Yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will rejoice in God my Saviour." In his Lord Habakkuk trusts, hes sees his strength in him, and it is he who will steady his feet on craggy ground.

The Lord is the Lord of all redemption. He does not redeem us from perfect places but from the imperfect. He does not redeem us from the imperfect immediately at the moment we recognise the pressing thing that is upon us, nor does he immediatley lift us out when we ask for relief. Our redemption is not so much to be drawn away to a safe place (although that will happen), but our redemption is present and real as God makes us strong and able to walk above the plagues and pestilences as we trust in him.

We trust God knowing that he is the one who does awesome deeds and we wait upon him to "renew those deeds in our time".

Praise be to the Lord God Yahweh.

Friday, October 14, 2005

BBQ Wallaby

How Stupid of Me

It has taken years,
twenty or more,
to remove my comfort zone
and leave me naked, exposed.

Yet, you do not shy away
from this shabby figure
who I tried to hide,
all that time.

Now I know my comfort
is where you are.
It always had been
and will forever be.

But I could never see it blinded
within my own safe place fabricated
from delusional self-trust and ambiguity.
How stupid of me.

The ONE

It was a lame attempt, really --
to wash the grotty street,
in those dark, early morning hours,
trying to remove, to conceal,
Sydney's insidious coating
of grime and grease and stain.

And it was a lame attempt
that gloomy, howling night,
to write what I did; that effort,
to exorcise the entrenched,
insipid, smothering fear of being
run-over, washed-up and useless.

"What do you want from me?
"When are you going to tell me?
"Is there any real hope for me?
"Can't you see what surrounds me?
"Can't you feel what I feel?
"Where is the reality of your promises?”

I wrote so much more,
that shadowless night.
That night the street cleaner's spray
washed up over my shoes, vainly
trying to cleanse me, to heal
the scourge and pain,
clawing hopelessly,
like a drowning, cornered rat.

No-one will ever see
the crumpled pages,
not a word of what I scrawled,
that night. It was just too dark;
too dark to read, to feel,
too dark to see, to know.
It was way, way too dark, even for me.

It is enough that I penned it at all --
But to allow others into that pain?
That isn't fair to them, to you.
There are none that understand.
No, not one.
Yet, I know I am wrong.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Potpourri Pieces: Fragments of Australian Life...

The Australian Woman’s Weekly, 23 April 1938, Editorial page,

Point of View … WHO’s BOSS?


“Four women at a cultural debate the other day argued at some length the question, “Should a Man be Master in his Own Home?” Nobody really won the debate. No body ever will. When the woman takes the man’s place and dominates everything, the home is likely to fall to pieces. But when you see a man calmly satisfied that he is master in an orderly household, then you can see that everything is properly under control—the subtle control of the intelligent women.”

~~ PP asks, "Did someone really say that?"

Monday, September 19, 2005

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Poppy Possum and her little pup, Popeye. Mt Horeb, 20050919 Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Your ABC 1233 Newcastle

Several downloads of wallpapers are available from ABC 1233 Newcastle , including a couple of my views from here.

See also ABC 1233's Sunrisers for some nice pictures from many Novocastrians.

I like their weather page, it's my first port-of-call for weather information.

Oh, here's another ABC page you can chew over for breakfast.
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Destiny Dawn

Flickering shafts of early sunshine
Skim across endless waves.
Crests of jade are converted into
Diamond-studded necklaces,
Glimmering in brilliant array:
And It is all there for her taking.

Tongues of water gently caress the shore,
Laying a soft, golden carpet,
before her wandering feet, inviting
Her to press her tender soul,
And embed her essence,
Into this moment of truth.

The Light of the risen Son catches her eye.
She turns, looks; she knows. She is sure
As she beholds its entrancing beauty
And embraces the hope projected from within.
Her new dawn has come in peace,
All darkness dispelled, washed away on this day.

There is no deception or magic here.
No smoke or mirrors, no glossy brochure.
Nothing to beckon false-hearts or strong-wills.
There is but the freely-gifted honour,
A radiance of glory and perfected power,
Apprehended only through suffering and sorrow.

This new day has dawned!
Her promised renewal awaits.
She is who she always was,
Only more so now, for the time has come
For this most precious, treasured Jewel,
To step into this freedom so long desired.

Soft, moist sand is pressed and parted,
By her bare and broken soul taking its stand.
A lost past folds inward, behind, as her other foot rises.
You can see her now-- her being shifts; the destiny is claimed.
Hope is secured and she finds rest, while every moment
The glowing of the Son enlivens a life made new.