Thursday, April 21, 2011

English & Inspiration

When i was in 3rd class (year 3)
I had a teacher called Mrs Watermeyer from New Zealand.
Mrs Watermeyer was the first teacher (or adult)  to ever speak to me with any regards.
She told me that I was a gifted writer and that I used English well.... I never fully understood all that she said. Regularly, my compositions were pinned on the honour board and often I was asked to read my compositions and poems in front of assembly. I relished that option as oration really made my punctuation come alive.
Mrs Watermeyer encouraged me to be the best I could be, I will never forget her as long as I live.

When I went to Sunday School Mrs Grassic was my teacher. I loved her. She was an elderly woman and she smelt like mothballs. Mrs Grassic always seemed to be right there when I was in a spot, whether emotional, mental, physical or spiritual in nature - she always had a "band-aid" for me. Mrs Grassic told me that to be true to myself was the secret. Mrs Grassic was with me from cradle roll to baptism at 14, then she left our church.

My great- Aunt, my god-mother's mother was born on the same day as me. We were soul mates. Auntie Robbie was the matriach of the family. Children behaved in her presence and no-one dared refuse her fruit cake and tea. My god-mother had no children of her own and my own grandmother died when I was young, so Auntie Robbie was like my grandmother. She taught me to love unconditionally, to be tolerant, to not judge another unless I had walked in their shoes and to be brave. She told me that the only barriers in my life were my own. When it was unheard of she, as a widowed single mother with 2 children, built her own home. She then compounded the crime by going to work while her children were at school. I loved my Auntie Robbie.

When I went to high school, I came head to head with an obnoxious woman whose name I don't recall. Throughout year 7 (1st year of high school) she seemed to always be somewhere in my world making life difficult. I was shy, had no confidence whatsoever, was overweight and miserable. She exacerbated my plight.
In year 8 she was my English teacher. During the first week of the year, I made the mistake of correcting her several times for saying things wrong and passing along wrong instructions on several things and each time backed up my argument with an example from a textbook. Clearly, she had no grasp of English and didn't actually care if anyone learnt anything in her class. Twice in the first few weeks she sent me to the Year head for discipline. When I explained to the Year Head, I was just let off each time. Then it got to the point where each class, she would just tell me to leave the room (before she even started). So I would sit in the corridor and do my English from my textbook by myself. I was top 5 in the English exams at the end of the year despite that woman.
When I finished year 9, I won a book award for English for the highest mark in the state for some part of it. I accepted it on stage at Assembly and had to walk by Mrs who-ever-she-was ad I said to her "thanks, you helped me earn this award". And I actually meant it.

If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten;
either write things worth reading, or do things worth writing.
Benjamin Franklin

The French philosopher Teilhard de Charidn once said "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience."

with regard to integrity:
Never let ambition shut down your heart .. achievement without integrity is hollow

life is a Theater

Life is a theater...

Invite your audience carefully. Not everyone is emotionally or spiritually healthy & mature enough to have a front row seat in your life. There are people in your life that need to be loved from a distance. Pay attention to who lifts you up & leans on you. You can not change the people around you, but you can change the people you are around.

I found this piece on the internet tonight but it was not attributed to anyone... I think it is a lovely way to see things... 

Friday, October 01, 2004


It’s the eve of my fiftieth birthday ... I can’t sleep.
Thoughts are racing through my head.

I have had half a century to figure out who I am and what I want, I sat down to put those thoughts on paper but they don’t come to me now.

Who AmI
I’m that cute little granddaughter who was the apple of my nanna’s eye,
I’m that little girl who went to Sunday School at Lugarno Baptist church,
I’m that terrible neighbourhood kid who would never wear shoes,
I’m that chubby kid who was teased at school,
I’m that contrary student whose report cards always read “Narrell can do better”!
I’m that kid who never felt wanted because her sister was cuter and more outgoing,
I’m the angry teenager who tried to rebel but didn’t do it too well,
I’m the music fan who never quite figured out what music she really liked,
I’m the crazy girl who was always the life of the party, thinking that it was good for people to laugh at me,
I’m the mad cap Aunty who loves having the kids over so we can get up to silly antics,
I’m the overworked mum who never seemed to have enough time for her kids,
I’m the daughter who only ever wanted to hear her parents say ‘you’re okay’!
I’m the unsettled adult who made wrong choices,
I’m the crazy woman who thought she could take on the world and make a difference.

What do I want
I guess that keyring I bought many years ago says it all ...
“all I want is a little more than I will ever get”
I never wanted wealth or fame, but I feel like the richest person in the world when I look at my firends and famiy. I am proud of my children and my grandchildren. I have love from my husband, my parents, my kids and my friends in abundance!
Fame .. somehow I have managed to infiltrate the system and got my name around a fair bit ... in many circles and for different reasons, but I have certainly succeeded in making my mark.
Happiness ... I have it in bucketloads, and it is the people who surround me who make it so.
Health ... despite years of neglect even my health has not let me down too much. What more can be said.

Where Am I going
Absolutely nowhere .. why would I change a single thing in my life.
I’m fifty years old and as happy as can be.
I love my life, my work, my firends, my family.
All I want is more of the same thank you very much.

Monday, December 09, 2002

Okay now for all of you who have been so terribly worried about the
famous toothache - here's the story.
(what you don't remember?)

We all recall way back in chapter one when I had the unbearable
toothache and wouldn't be nice ot anyone for a week, don't we? Well the
dentist visit back then amounted to an X-ray, a prescription for pain
killers and anti-biotics and a "come back next week for ROOT CANAL
TREATMENT". $45 for the X-ray, $27 at the Chemist and Yep, it wasn't
fixed straight away.
That was back on the 4th June.
I tell everyone I will be nice again next week when I have THE TOOTH
The following week I go to the dentist for the hour long visit and he
digs and probes for an hour and then says "Right - see you next week"
.... whaaaat? The nice lady at the counter says "$600 thank you very
much" .... it starts to get so you don't know what hurts more!!!!!
Okay so I go again next week and more of the same with the end result
"Right - see you next fortnight" .... oh, come on now? The dentist is
off to Canada to study ... you guessed it ... ROOT CANAL THERAPY.
Okay last week I go back and think this is the real thing - the final
visit - he's the expert now, back from Canada and all, and we end up
back to "Right - see you next week" at the end of the session and he has
been playing this terrible jazz CD that he got for free when he bought
two T-shirts in Canada (how to make a patient really suffer).
But today I went and he filled the tooth and said that's it - he doesn't
need to see me for another year unless something goes wrong - too cool .

I took my own CD today as well so it was quite a good day until the girl
at the desk caught me on the way out "$95 thank you very much". Yep, the
final sting!

But for all those who were anxiously awaiting the news that I would be
pain free and pleasant again - maybe it won't be happening now at all ,
I'm pretty used to being grumpy after a solid two months of it and I'm
not all that impressed with my $767 tooth, it just sits there looking
like all the rest with nothing to show for its extravagance!

Friday, October 18, 2002


There is nothing more special
Than the printed word
It teaches
It reaches
It enforces the sword

There is nothing more special
Than the writing of old
They remind
They entwine
They circle the world

There is nothing more special
Than the hand written note
It sends love
It sends thoughts
It sends the inner soul

There is nothing more special
Than writing it down
It means you mean it
It makes it real
And it’s there for keeps.