A three hour flight north to Cairns, far from the hustle and bustle of Sydney. A comfortable 28oC is plenty warm enough for shorts and tee shirts. I love tropical north Queensland, deep red, orange and pink flowers of the ginger plants contrast beautifully against so many shades of vibrant green. There was a strong breeze blowing in from the Pacific while we were having lunch in Palm Cove.
Perception of prison
What is my crime to be restrained behind bars?
Passers by do not seem to notice my plight,
Perhaps I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Come rain or come shine I hold my head up high,
Forever hopeful that I find release soon.
Channel The Life Force Within You
“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.”
Agnes de Mille, Martha: The Life and Work of Martha Graham
Food for thought
Winter show
Drifting, floating on the breeze,
Come to rest high in the trees.
Sitting soft, held aloft,
Among the gold, falling leaves,
Gentle gust; limp ribbon weaves.
Relief from grey; colours glow,
Sad to see them deflate, slow.
Once a joy filled play toy:
Red; yellow; pink; orange; green;
Rainbow hues can still be seen.
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved
Mellow yellow
Cool winter’s Sunday morning, Flinders Street Railway Station facing St. Kilda Road, Melbourne, taken from Federation Square.
Across the Harbour
Intermittent showers on a Saturday morning in Williamstown provides a grey backdrop to moored yachts and Melbourne beyond.
Winter garden
The weak morning sunshine and a quiet spot in Melbourne Park, south east of Flinders Street Station provided the perfect place to escape the chilly Winter breeze.
Buzzing along route 96
Power of a flame
While meditating the other day, my thoughts drifted to the things that connect us. The Earth, the Moon, the stars, the seas, air and fire. I was inspired to take photographs of a candle so that I could study the colours in and around the flame.
Thinking about the candle reminded me of the following lines from the 1983 song, “Papa, Can You Hear Me?” performed by Barbra Streisand for the movie Yentl.
May the light of this flickering candle
Illuminate the night the way
Your spirit illuminates my soul
30 years have passed since, on a sunny day in Blackpool, UK I bought the Yentl soundtrack on cassette tape. I find it fascinating that the image of something as simple as a candle flame has the power to transport me back in time, connect me with others across the globe and provide a link to the humans who have utilised fire for light, heat and worship across the centuries.
Papa, Can You Hear Me? was composed by Michel Legrand, with lyrics by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman.
