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choral commission: new lyrics!

July 11, 2019

These are the lyrics for my new choral commission, Magic Happens in the Silence.

“Magic happens in the silence

You can walk beside your heart

You can see between the moments

You can dance amongst the stars!

Light illuminates the impossible

Words alight and tell your soul

You can count between the seconds

Stand and see, you become whole

There is magic in the silence

That you never fathomed possible

That you never thought would pull you

Realigned 

Rearranged

Born again

Turned around

With your compass firmly fixed upon the stars

Where you are

Where you are

Listen to the magic in the silence

Of knowing all that you are.”

 

 

the kwokkie diaries: day 28 + HOME

July 24, 2018

Day 28: Auckland to Melbourne to Adelaide, my home. 

And I am HOME, and my heart overflows!

There is NOTHING like the heart-flip of flying home. 😊

Thank you for every experience, feeling, discovery, connection, moment, joy and opportunity on this trip.

Thank you for the love + connection back home lifting me onwards and doubling every experience, and the love + connection of family + friends renewed during my travels, which I come home brimming over from. 🌟

#thankyou

the kwokkie diaries: day 27

July 24, 2018

Day 27: Vancouver to Auckland. 

NO MAN’S LAND.

That magical and disconcerting feeling of losing an entire day. I’m a VIRGO. Not a fan!

 

the kwokkie diaries: day 26 part 2

July 22, 2018

Day 26: Vancouver to Auckland

Karma is a BIATCH who is IMMENSELY fun to watch in action when she’s working for you! 

Waiting to collect my noodles + somehow got my order before the (surly, prematurely-aged, overly made-up) lady who ordered in front of me, who was visibly AND audibly pissed that I dare get my food before her.

By way of softening the blow (and to show her I ABSOLUTELY noticed) I said encouragingly, “Your order is getting cooked, looks great! Sorry yours didn’t come out in order.”

“It’s F I N E,” she seethed, in a voice that said it was anything BUT fine.

I gave a sympathetic look to the serving lady + went to get my chopsticks. As I was walking off, I heard an almighty, “OH, FOR CHRISSAKES!”

Turned around to find that Impatient Surly Madam had stuck her knife + fork in her noodles so violently that she’d stabbed through the bottom fastenings of her “Wok-in-a-Box” style takeaway box, and her shirt front, right leg + foot were covered in hot, sloppy, oyster-saucy noodles.

HIGH FIVE, Karma! 

I’m enjoying my noodles. And can I just say, LADY, you DESERVED that if you choose to eat noodles with a knife + fork! 

the kwokkie diaries: day 26 part 1

July 22, 2018

Day 26: Vancouver to Auckland

I did it! This is incredible to me, that I have had the opportunity to see + experience all these places. 🌟

the kwokkie diaries: day 25

July 20, 2018

Day 25: Vancouver, with San Francisco reflections.

And it feels like I have E X H A L E D.

I have loved every moment of this trip, and been inspired and had my senses heightened by all that I’ve felt, seen, experienced, smelled, lived.

But I have to confess, coming from the grittiness + contrast of San Francisco, from the wide expanse of sea along The Embarcadero, the buzz and rush of the city, and the stark reminders of human suffering and homelessness, I found myself on edge a little more. Just a little more alert.

My compassion rises up and I know that I must do the best I can to meet in the middle. Sometimes, I go quietly about my explorations, I do not stare or judge; other days I found the courage to buy a small contribution of food for someone in need. The most courageous? Looking these people of hardship in the eye and truly SEEING them. If I had fallen upon hard times, would someone have the courage to do this for me?

I am lucky beyond belief. Again, the tears well up fast and unbidden.

When I landed in Vancouver yesterday, it was like coming home. Half-way home, literally, and figuratively. I felt the weight lift off my shoulders, and the edge come away from me. I realised how much of a forward-motion, street-wise stare I had accumulated whilst exploring some parts of San Francisco and Washington.

With no disrespect to any of the places I have explored, I feel more at ease.

I breathe.

And I’m ready to go home.

the kwokkie diaries: day 24

July 20, 2018

Day 24: San Francisco to Vancouver

I’ve had 2 moments of “sassing” recently that I’m low-key proud of.

1. The Monks at Golden Gate Bridge.

While crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, there were a whole heap of monks milling about the foot of the walkway. One serenely approached me, offered me a blessing and then gently tied a string of prayer beads around my wrist. With a beatific smile on his face, he told me his brothers were building a temple, would I please make a donation? Then I NOTICED; the sneakers, the overly-crumpled yellow monk’s cloak, the glimpse of jeans under the cloak.

Old me would have paid the $5.00 donation and then been pissed off for the rest of the day.

Current me smiled a matching beatific smile right back, took the prayer beads off my wrist, said “Thank you SO much, I wish you all the best for the temple, but I’m really sorry, I’m not into prayer beads!”, and strolled off with a grin.

While on my success strut, I noticed another couple getting a similar treatment. I walked up, said hello to everyone and told them, “Hey guys, you’re getting fleeced. There’s a whole heap of them!”

“Oh, wow! Thanks so much!”

And to the “monk”, “Sorry dude, nice try. We’re done here!”

2. The Drama Queen at Bloomingdales

An AMAZING colourful striped dress caught my eye in Bloomingdales, and I went to go have a look. From behind me, in the most overly-dramatic, drama-queenly exasperated exclamation rang out, “WHY do people ALWAYS have to go for the things on the RACK?!”

I think he thought I had no English and wouldn’t understand, but it put the fire in my belly!

I used that teacher voice which is the deadly combination of “overly-sweet-but-don’t-you-DARE-eff-with-me” and just kept taking AT this rude man: “Well, it’s SUCH a totally GORGEOUS DRESS, and I LOVE colours. I’m travelling from Australia, and this is my last week abroad, and I was really looking to splurge on something beautiful to take home. I’m SO SORRY that I inconvenienced you by looking at something on the rack, but it just absolutely caught my eye, and it’s even the right size as well! But I’d better not inconvenience you by asking to try it on, so thank you SO MUCH for making me feel so WELCOME!”

Dazed, he pulled himself together and stammered, “Are you sure you don’t want to try it on?”

Me: “OH. NO. THANK. YOU!”

Strutting that strut OUT!

#micdrop

the kwokkie diaries: day 22

July 18, 2018

The sunrise at Washington Reagan Airport at 6:13am, when the day was fuss-free and still full of possibility! 

 

Day 22: Washington to San Francisco…eventually!

It’s been a LOOOOOOOOOOOONNG day! Flying from Washington to San Francisco, and my flight got delayed by 3 hours due to the middle fuel tank not working properly. 😳

Plane was fine, just couldn’t access fuel from the centre tank of the plane. So we had to take the scenic route to San Francisco via Kansas City for a refuelling stop! 😂

Pit stop in Kansas City. I can now say that I’ve visited! 

 

But I’ve made it! And I am ETERNALLY grateful for the cooler weather, a temperate, walking-friendly 18 to 22 degrees, and LESS than 70% humidity.I had to put on a jumper! 😄

Various patches of sky flying from the east to west coast. Beautiful!

 

WHHHHHAAAATTT?! 

First meal in San Francisco; a vegetarian Muffuletta sandwich with grilled eggplant, grilled artichoke, chopped roasted veggie salad and olive chutney, which was delicious. Followed up by an over-the-top salted caramel + pretzel milkshake. FABULOUS! I was starving after getting off that plane!

Necessary training for all of you wanting to travel…!

the kwokkie diaries: day 21

July 18, 2018

the kwokkie diaries: day 19

July 14, 2018

Day 19: Exploring Brooklyn, NY.

It appears Brooklyn has a sense of humour!