Karuna....

The second aspect of true love is karuna, the intention and capacity to relieve and transorm suffering and lighten sorrows....
Herein lies the basis for my business, Karuna Pictures (Documentary Making and Photography) - to observe, witness, record and document the stories, acts and thoughts of others.

The othe portion or branch of my business is Karuna Projects - to facilitate, or develop ideas, projects and objectives of my own, and of others in order to support each other to develop our confidence, to destroy doubt and to help reconcile conflict where possible.

Acting with, from and for a compassionate heart to generate positive outcomes.

If you are looking for someone to help you with your work, in any capacity - and work from or towards a compassionate and healthy outcome in your daily practice, then contact me if you would like to link in and work on a project. I have an extensive background in Project and Events Management, with a natural gift in bringing the right people and projects together. I can faciliate or promote your event, business or artistic endeavours. I hope to record your story along the way, in order to keep all our stories alive.

Regards,

Glenda

An ordinary world.....

The world is not round enough, the sky is not blue enough....the sun does not shine often enough......

Do I moan this much? Am I really this unhappy in the world?
What are the things that really matter..who are the really important folk in my life.
That's easy...D & A, there is nobody else in my life that means as much to me as those two!
Nothing in life as important to me as those little ones.....

I consider today to be, another day. Just another day, no more, and no less than any other day.

The sun came up today, and the sun went down today as well.

The birds sang, the rain came for a few moments, and then went away again. Nothing 'special' to write about....but why  not?

Are the birds not special? Are the most important things in my life not special? Is the sun not special?

Who knows.......all I know is that, I saw Orson today. He's fresh to this world. Only 9 weeks here, and when he wakes, he wakes with all the wonder, confusion, suspicion, joy and excitement that I want to wake with! Orson - you are a good reminder of why we are all here. I thank you for being here, and welcome you with love.

X G

Look into the light...

Light - the source of everything....the thing that can bring change where darkness once was, the thing that can bring hope, movement, perspective and the very thing that will lead us all to love if we follow it closely enough.

My best mate Ed....and his wee car....on its head!

My best mate Ed and his wee car....with the bed...on its head!

Ed's my best mate, he's the cleverest, funniest kindest man, and he's also the best mate that I have ever had! Whenever I need a hand, (or a pair of them) Ed pops round with van, truck, car and tools ever the ready to fixit, find it, build it, create it, and or buy and sell it!  He's far better than a Bob or a Wendy, and he likes to have a jolly good laugh whenever too! That's why, Ed, is my favourite man. NOT my lover, or my boy-friend, but my best mate, Ed, the man.......

Be well Ed, I am worried about you.

I think of you alot, and am so happy that you have found yourself a 'Cath' who loves and takes very good care of you, she's a keeper! And now I have not only an Ed, whose my best mate, but an Ed who comes with a Cath....

Stay well Ed, and I hope very much that you don't lose your head!

X G

Alone on a boat...

Imagine if you will...who lives in this boat....what do they do all day, on the boat? If you were dreaming, and found yourself on this boat, where would you be? What would you be doing?

In my story....a lonely man lives on this boat. He worked in finance. 

One day the man came home from work to find a note on the kitchen bench from his wife. It was one of those notes...'A Dear Wayne Note'. She had taken everything they had owned together....and left a small duffel bag, packed with some of his clothes and books in the empty bedroom.

Arriving at the harbour with only the duffel bag of belongings, the man looked out at his tiny yacht moored in the centre of the bay. He took off his suit and loafers..and now, barefoot, wearing only his boxer shorts and singlet, the man left his keys, suit and loafers on the grass, and waded out over the slippery stones with his duffel bag in hand, ankle deep, then knee deep, thigh deep...until the man felt the chill grab him. Floating the duffel bag in front of him, he swam the remaining distance to the side of his boat, and threw the now sodden bag onto the deck. Climbing aboard, dripping and shivering...the man was alone.....

The Easter Egg Hunt....

I like Easter, it comes just at the right time - my friend commented yesterday.

Nothing too tricky or hard planned, just plenty of extra time to hang out with those you like, love and want to play with. Made additionally good this year by being the end of day-light savings, giving us an extra hour to sleep in!

Today we went with very dear friends and their family to a sweet little spot, just half an hours drive from Melbourne. A gentle place where the sea and soil meet - farmers were planting fresh shoots, and dropping fertilizer across the many paddocks behind the little boat shed turned 'day batch' that we were visiting. At times the smell was a little unpleasant, but the weather, the company, the sea and the easter egg hunt were more than enough to counter balance the occasional sulphuric odours wafting in on the breeze.

Arki was excited about the Easter Egg hunt, and so the pressure was on to hide them all in 'not so hard to find' places, without making it obvious, that the Easter Bunny had left them in plain view. There were two bunnies this year, a Glenda Bunny, and a Yamuna Bunny, and the main order of the day for good hiding spots, were under the shells and weathered pieces of glass placed carefully in piles on the picnic table, in the grooves and bolt holes by the outdoor sinks, and then in any 'hole' we could find on the boat shed, or near it. Some were left in rows of 3, others poked into odd gaps in weatherboards...and even one or two in Daddy's shoe. It took almost 10 minutes to find them all, and I think perhaps we might have left one behind for the Easter Fairies to fight over....all in all, I think perhaps the bunnies did a good job this year, and Yamuna seemed happy to know she had been part of the 'plan' not part of the magic of finding the eggs...is this something that happens when you are 6 and a half going on 7 perhaps?

I loved my day out, I liked the company, and I liked the 'secret spot'....and now I am about to meditate on 'being present to my surroundings', the end of this great day, and facing up to the pending morning....when I head back to work. No Easter Bunnies there, only carob and oat bars - Soy Milk and vegan tarts....sigh....oh well. Another Easter holiday comes to an unwanted end.

Not really getting as loose with this story telling business as I would like to, but then again, as per usual, I expect it is something that requires patience, and practice....neither of which I have excelled at!

Nevermind - nobody needs to read it but me, and hopefully by the time anybody finds it, I will have lifted my game considerably.

The Dancing Man of Kew

I found this clip today, of a guy who I have seen once or twice in neighbouring Northcote. I wondered what his 'story' might have been, and today I found this clip which offers a small portion of his tale....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQIw36SrG-0