... and further to my previous post ...

 So, in relation to my previous post, there I was, basking in the glow that being a “clever elder” apparently entails, proudly announcing to the world my near-saintly devotion to the implementation of a new Wi-Fi system… and its triumphant success.

Alas. That assessment proved to be… premature.

While casually checking one of our solar systems () apps on my phone, I noticed that one of them was suspiciously silent ie. not reporting any of that glorious energy we were supposedly harvesting. Oh brother. Deep breathing exercises resumed immediately.

It transpires that the "inverter" must be connected to a Wi-Fi network entirely of its own, which then — and only then — links into our new Wi-Fi system. I ask you. Wrap your head around that. Apparently this was established two years ago when we first set it up, though I have absolutely no recollection of such technological gymnastics.

Without boring you all to unfathomable depths, I will simply say that I did eventually deduce precisely what needed to be done. This followed many failed attempts (I did not lose my temper, but I did whisper several things unfit for human ears), a weekend away of artistic endeavours, a small miracle, two further failures… and then…

It worked.

Then it didn’t work.

It didn’t work again - so I screamed at it "make up your mind"!!!!!

It listened! And now it works ... and still works.

Thank you all and good night!

< c l e v e r e l d e r >

Oh how times change ...

How complicated life has become. Of course, it doesn’t have to be, but ours is… well… magnificently, gloriously modern.

In a nutshell (and you know how heroic that attempt at brevity is for me), last week the modem decided not to play ball. I rang our internet provider and spent a solid two hours conducting what felt like a small scientific symposium over the phone. The customer service officer — a truly lovely and infinitely patient woman — finally concluded that salvation lay in a brand-new modem. I matched her patience saint for saint.

Interim: no Wi-Fi. The phone had to suffice. And truly, it was not the end of civilisation as we know it.

Next morning? The modem was working perfectly. All lights solid and green. If you know modems, you know this is the equivalent of a choir of angels. A miracle. A happy day.

Naturally, less than forty-eight hours later the new modem arrived.

For two days I ignored it. Technologically speaking, all was well with the world. Meanwhile, texts and emails began arriving, gently — then not so gently — reminding me that installation had not occurred and the old modem had not been returned. I began to imagine representatives from the internet provider appearing at the door, clipboard in hand, accusing me of modem theft.

Deep, calming breaths. I set aside two hours for the Great Changeover.

I photographed the existing modem and its spaghetti of wires like a crime-scene investigator. Thanks to my earlier tutorial and copious notes, I even knew what each cable did — a heady moment. I installed the new modem. Eventually, the blessed green lights appeared. Easy.

Changed the Wi-Fi on David’s computer. Easy.
Changed the Wi-Fi on both our phones. Easy.

All was right with the world.

Then I went to print a PDF. Oh holy moment — no printer Wi-Fi. Reconnected.

Ah yes — the solar. Heaven forbid it stop reporting our virtue to the appropriate authorities. Reconnected.

I was feeling rather accomplished at this point. “Clever elder,” I said to myself.

Then I asked Alexa for a time-zone change so I could ring someone overseas. “I’m having trouble connecting to the internet,” she replied sweetly. At least she told me. Fixed the Echo. Fixed the pod. Positively brilliant now.

Oh no. The car.

So I sat in the car — in the driveway — reconnecting its Wi-Fi like I'm fully embracing the 21st century. By now I was technologically triumphant but spiritually depleted.

Cooked a beaut dinner (always restorative after battle). We settled down to watch a movie.

No Wi-Fi.

Of course.

I do so love being an elder and keeping abreast of the times.

Today I am returning to my 250-odd place cards on the drawing board. Ink behaves. Paper does not require passwords. This afternoon I shall speak about calligraphy on ABC radio — a realm where quills and quiet concentration reign supreme.

Bliss.

Apology to all Australians impacted by the Thalidomide Tragedy

"We are sorry.

We are more sorry than we can say."

The full manuscript.

 

A close up.

Two manuscripts were created. An original and a hand facsimile identical to the original.

Two originals in other words.

This photo was taken before I erased the lines to show the beauty of the gilded letters which were tooled, very softly, with a metal stylus. Hair follicles can be seen.

It is a privilege to be invited to create a manuscript that will remain in perpetuity for our future generations. We all hope that a tragedy such as Thalidomide never happens again in this country.

The Prime Minister Anthony Albanese MP has now signed this manuscript which is on display in Parliament House, Canberra.

To aid the longevity of such manuscripts my preference is to work on vellum which is calf skin. Such skins, calf, sheep and goat, have been used for centuries to create written artefacts in the form of books in codex form and earlier in some scrolls. Here you can see the soft yellowish tone of the skin which is like velvet to write on. Veins and hair follicles can be seen which add to the overall sublime nature of the skin. Other media used here are carbon stick inks, designers gouache, gum Arabic, gum sandarac, genuine gold leaf on a gesso based size and drawing tools, brushes and dip-in metal pens.

These documents, if cared for will last relatively well intact, quite possibly, forever. That in itself truly is a privilege.

Trinkets ...

 

It was a very special occasion to host friends from the Canberra Calligraphy Society at our home for a talk about, and show the body of work, “The Boats of Humanity” before it moves offshore to Stanford University Library. It was such a lovely day as we all talked things poignant, the importance of words and their presentation. Plus sharing insights into the script and the tools and materials used. Such fun! They all took home a “Boats” trinket. 🕊️☮️ 

Three little pieces ...

From the recent Canberra Calligraphy Society exhibition 2024:

three little pieces

 

Time out ... and time out!

 

Malua Bay June 2024

Do not be fooled it was bitterly cold on the beach today! Pam, Reta and I set off to the south coast to catch up with Ellen and Alan but both were so unwell we didn't get to see them. So, what do three friends do, we go for coffee at Mossy Point and shopping to Moruya and Narooma. We spent one full day at Mogo, visiting every shop, nook & cranny. The highlight was Amanda's art & craft emporium and lunch at Grumpy & Sweethearts!  Dinner at Raymonds, the Malua Club and on our third night we indulged in pizza!

The car went very well. Smooth and low on the mountain bends and a dream on the long country highway. We powered up again at the Super Charger in Narooma. Forty-five minutes from 53% to 100% ... while we shopped.  No worries!

Today I deactivated (not deleted) my Facebook account. I have wanted to do this for quite some time. I find that many of the posts thereon, no longer resonate with me. I am not finding common ground. The proliferation of adds rankle me and the unsolicited messages are truly annoying. So, no more scrolling for me but I will miss the real and genuine connections. My Instagram account remains and acts as a great visual network with friends and colleagues as well as my Messenger account. Anyone who would like may still contact me. I hope stepping away from FB improves the health of my mind. 

I am still unwell with the PMR and in fact I am not progressing on to a good place just yet. Walking is my only exercise at present and on these super cold and crisp Canberra mornings I try a little walk each day slightly undulating and sometime flat. Around about the 10,000 step mark. The absolute best thing though is I am very able to enjoy studio work so all is not lost. And again, with all my previous Government work and more coming back to my studio, I am simply delighted. 

And of course, there is pure enjoyment watching the kiddies sport!

A short excerpt ...

 

... from today's journal entry I would like to share this paragraph:

"And on that point of feeling blessed, I do feel blessed not in a religious sense but in a secular way of being fortunate. Faith, I believe comes in secular forms as well as religious. Belonging to community. Community that is already with us … all around us. And it is free, you don’t have to “join up” you just have to be brave and reach out. It all starts with two people having a conversation and moving on proactively from there … three people, four people … more."

And though presently my health is still under par the rheumatologist and I have a plan which is a huge step in the right direction. So, how about I share this very green photo of one of my regular smoothies. The ingredients here are: kale, apple, orange, hemp gold protein powder & mint. Mint is so underrated and gives the most heavenly taste to many recipes.

The bluebottle ...

... it is a beautiful and dangerous thing!

But ... once stung you will never forget the burning sensation that made you cry, scream and run up and down the beach. WHAAAAAAA!  As a child though, one got to know the nature of the beast ... such a little thing ... that sting.

Just like the jack jumper ants in Tasmania, the remedy is not far away. 

I noticed this bluebottle on Malua Bay beach, Yuin Country yesterday. If I had have encountered it in the water I may be telling a different story. As children we would be warned to watch out for bluebottles and on occasion we would be stung. The pain is immediate. The remedy: grab a handful of wet sand and rub the sand very hard and roughly into the raging red marks left by the long stinger tentacle. It was dreadful when they wrapped around your legs in the water ... you had to get out and get the sand to rub at the tentacles and get them off. Sometimes you could kick the tentacles off in the water but you had to be very careful. 

I am glad I haven't been stung by one of these in a while.

Oh, the jack jumpers ... grab the bracken fern growing everywhere in Tas ... rub the fern well into the bite and it will, eventually negate the sting!  

And so we move forward ... lessons learned ... walk away

Yuin Nation country, Malua Bay, NSW

 

I must say the ellipsis, the ... (dot dot dot) ... punctuation mark is one I tend to use quite a lot. People have different reasons for using it but I use it for two. One, it acts like a thought pause similar to when you're speaking and you look up to some unknown point, waiting for inspiration. I also use the ellipsis as a way to omit an unspoken word or phrase. It comes from the Ancient Greek: ἔλλειψις, élleipsis meaning 'leave out'.

I am enjoying our time away at the coast. Malua Bay is a beautiful area and to walk the beaches and drink good coffee, have time to relax a little and heal. I say "heal" in the way of healing both my physical condition which at the moment is the poly myalgia rheumatica mentioned in a precious entry as well as the mental difficulties and disappointments I have been experiencing lately. Many of which I have carried for a long time.

The past eighteen months has been an interesting one. As you already know, I have chosen to retire from teaching for a couple of reasons. Every classroom I have ever entered, I have taken my position as guide/teacher very seriously. I remember my first class at the Crafts Council of the ACT I was so nervous that I was almost shaking and crying. I managed to settle that type of reaction as time went by and my experience grew. But my god ... if I wasn't not prepared for my classes then I was not happy. It is a pressure willingly put upon my own shoulders. And that's okay as the prepping is part of the process. I revel in that, but it was always ultra-pressure time ... for me.

Of course, over time I managed to swap things in and out of my lesson plans according to how the actual class in front of me at any given time, was going. Mostly adult participants, pay a lot of money to be there with me as their guide. Thus, I have always felt a huge responsibility for their learning. Heck, on the very odd occasion I have gone into class as a late-notice tutor and managed to "wing-it". The upside of that is that I have always been delighted to see my students do well, feel good about their progress and manage to pick up a bit of work of their own. It has been a very satisfying giving sharing.

Now as the globe returns to our new normal (as the phrase goes) another reason for giving up teaching is that I am still asked to teach via online platforms. To be honest, I am totally platformed out. I have run classes, privately via the Zoom network, locally, nationally & internationally. Many have been wonderful, and I have “always” appreciated invitations. Rarely these days though, are groups prepared to invite me to teach in-person. 

Being an in-person guide allows for a two-way experience in sharing. Not just information, but the fine demonstrations and details required between the tutor and student that allows for the tutor to watch and see the student work, make suggestions, and help in every way when required. Taking their pen, their brush, looking closely and trialling their ink and wet media … and so on.

Sitting in my studio, with cameras switching between my face and my hands allows me to see only that … my face and my hands. It is only when I switch over either at the beginning of the session or at the end of the session that I can see the whole classroom or little squares with little faces. You get my drift!?

The participants on the other hand have a birds-eye view of everything! Don’t get me wrong here … I know that is perfect for them! I as their tutor am the one who is missing out and it is that aspect that truly saddens me.

And there is one other just more than slightly annoying aspect to teaching via an online platform as I am the only person responsible for the smooth running of the class and that is movement. I like to move. I demonstrate sometime with my body. I express some writing movement with an elegant move of my arm or a swash with my wrist. I sit sometimes for two hours without movement. Take a break for maybe fifteen minutes then sit again for two hours or sometimes three. This type of restriction does not lead to either good long-term posture, and dare I say it, weight gain!

My life has been so fortunate in many ways and one of them has been invitations to teach widely. Privileged really. I have a sound formal background in calligraphy and lettering and have always relied on my training and knowledge gained over many years to advance the exciting lettering fields. I have always enjoyed being a student as well. My friends and colleagues will continue to find me popping up in their classes in-person and online as I firmly believe in life-long learning. 

Last year a friend mentioned to me that another person was teaching one of my courses and that I should check it out. That same "someone" was also teaching one of their courses. Lo and behold! My friend was right. The entire course, including notes, descriptions and samples stolen and taught by one of my long-time students without a mention of my name nor a request for "may I" use your handouts, notes etc. Shocked to the core. I subsequently discovered that two other students (and one very close friend) were doing similar.

Another huge disappointment was discovering the blatant sharing of my class handouts, documents, and recordings. 

Sharing without permission a tutor's notes, recording and handouts, is stealing. This shows selfishness and a total lack of respect to me as the tutor. It didn't happen just once, it happened more than a hundred times in various courses, that I know of. How unfair that lack of respect is for fellow students who have paid a good deal of money to undertake a course only to have it shared with others who have not paid a cent. Again, it is stealing.

I ran very successful online classes right throughout the covid-19 period and I had done so for one of the big international conferences during world lock-downs. I was more than happy to contribute in that way then because of the global situation. So, I know what it is like to zoom at big conferences and small group events. Many, in the middle of my night … and that’s okay. But … for now … that time has come to a huge pause. I am exhausted. My mental health has taken a big hit and the disappointment in my heart has left me feeling wretched. It is time to heal.  

The 2023 year continued with many teaching successes particularly in Europe and Australia. I arrived home from Europe and threw myself into the solo exhibition work for the Art Society of Tasmania which was by all accounts welcome, poignant, thought provoking and successful. 

Then I fell ill. Is it any wonder ...

With the help of my wonderful rheumatologist Dr Ling San Wong, who I met last Thursday and with whom I built an immediate rapport, I will steadily improve. Plus with the love and support of my family, the kiddies, David and close friends who really do know me, the road will be an easier one. And for them I am truly grateful. The teacher in me has been taught a huge lesson. Ancora imparo ... yet I am learning!

Do not look away ...

Pieces of Peace

"As individuals we cannot possibly take on the pain of the world, but we must bear witness to it. Our work here is to tell the story of our time for future generations. Atrocities beget atrocities, life is cyclical. And, as many more famous a person has said before me when will we ever learn. Surely if we stand up and show up and write about it and make meaningful things these will help us all. There are better, kinder humans in the world than this. Surely at the very least, can’t we disagree agreeably starting within our own community." GB

Blank diary day ...

One of many book shelves in our home.

It is really soul refreshing to have a some time to myself. I love it when I look at the diary for tomorrow .... any tomorrow ... and there it is, blank! Vita Sackville-West once wrote: "Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens".  I can relate to that feeling. Although, on days that start out "blank diary day" all sorts of wonderful little things happen.

So, on this "blank diary day" I spent a little time gathering book titles of recent reads. I compiled this list for my Journal, and, as you can't read my journal I thought I would share some books with you. Some are from The Sister's Bookclub I share with my three sisters:

General:

Where the Crawdads Sing, Delia Owens

The Moreville Hours, Katherine Swift fabulous thank you Georgia

The Weekend, Charlotte Wood really enjoyed this book

And Every Word is True (re. Capote’s In Cold Blood), Gary McAvoy

Whole Notes, Ed Ayres

American Dirt, Jeanine Cummins

The Light Between Oceans, M L Stedman

Becoming, Michelle Obama

Saturday, Ian McEwan

Boy Swallows Universe, Trent Dalton enjoyed this book

The Silent Listener, Lyn Yeowart 

State of Terror, Louise Penny & Hillary Rodham Clinton a nice little action/thriller romp from two people in the know

Coal Creek, Alex Miller

Phosphorescence, Julia Beard didn’t like this book at all

Code Name Helene, Ariel Lawhon good book!

The Vanishing Half, Brit Bennett

Into Thin Air, Jon Krakauer (again)

Scary Monsters, Michelle de Kretser

Still Life, Sarah Winman really enjoyed this book

Tilt, Chris Hammer always a good read Chris Hammer

The Islands, Emily Brugman

Less, Andrew Sean Greer, really enjoyed this book

Limberlost, Robbie Arnott

On the Java Ridge, Jock Serong great book, best read of the year

The Lamplighters, Emma Stonex

The Frenchman, Jack Beaumont

Homecoming, Kate Morton

Dark Arena, the Frenchman series, Jack Beaumont

Stone Yard Devotional, Charlotte Wood

Iris, Fiona Kelly McGregor

Masterclass, Morris West

My Antonia, Willa Catha (again) love this book

The Thursday Murder Club Book 1, Richard Osman

The Seven, Chris Hammer loved this book

Lola in the Mirror, Trent Dalton

Everyone in my Family Killed Someone loved this book

Bulldozed: Scott Morrison, Nikki Savva

People of the Book, Geraldine Brooks

Wifedom: Mrs Orwell’s Invisible Life, Anna Funder OMG what a book!

Snow Country, Sebastian Faulks

The Seventh Son, Sebastian Faulks

The Wintringham Mystery: Cicely Disappears, Anthothy Berkeley & Tony Medawar

Wolfe Island, Lucy Treloar
Bruny, Heather Rose

Outback, Patricia Wolfe

The Rush, Michelle Prak

The Fire and the Rose: Robyn Cadwallader

The Bookbinder of Jericho Pip Williams great book!

The Katharine Code, Jørn Horst

When it Grows Dark, Jørn Horst

Breath, The New Science of a Lost Art, James Nestor really loved this book on breathing, great insights

Series:

 

Chief Inspector Gamache, Louise Penny every single one, love them to bits and I crave the next one!

On the Fens, Joy Ellis

A Deadly Scandal: The Deadly Series, Kate Parker

The Åre Murders, series Viceca Sten

An Oxford Murder Mystery (Briget Hart series) M S Morris

My Name is Jensen, Heidi Amsinick

All the Vatican Secret Library books 1 – 7, Gary McAvoy love them for pure escapism!

Lake District Mysteries, Rebecca Tope

William Warwick Series, Jeffrey Archer great little reads 

Other authors I love in general:

Richard Flanagan (such insight)

Helen Garner (such insight)

Jane Harper (great Australian fiction)

Ruth Ware (lots, she spins an easy yarn)

Michael Rowbotham (always intriguing and frenetic)

Val McDermid

Anne Cleeves

Joy Ellis

Ken Follett (always historically huge and interesting great yarn spinner)

 .... ah, there are way too many really special authors.

 

This sort of covers it even though I know there are a few more. I do love reading. On occasion I read an actual hard copy book, that special must have book to touch and feel the words though mostly the books listed here are my everyday listen-to unabridged books. I listen while walking - now I can walk again that feels good - while I am ironing, cooking and the most relaxing of all, while I am painting. 

"My hands are always busy, making, doing things".

I can't however, listen at all while I am writing. To concentrate on my calligraphy is paramount. It is a completely different environment for my creativity. Even as I concentrate I get lost in the words and the work just flows. That in itself is equally as rewarding. 

Of course not all, but most of these books are intriguing, mysterious or crime fiction. I love clever writers. I love the mystery of the puzzle. "Here are the facts reader, work it out"!

And then there are the art books. I'll leave those for another "blank diary day". 

Making time my friend ... and poly myalgia rheumatica

 

The past fifteen months has taken its toll on me as there has been a lot of pressure and stress. Self-inflicted of course, as that is the way of things with me. Subsequently I have been diagnosed with (nothing sinister) poly myalgia rheumatica which has seen me at a low painful ebb. Coupled with very high blood pressure which is not a good mix, we are now just getting that under control. As my lovely doctor says "Gemma, you do not want to have a stroke". 

To address the PMR issue I have just started a steroidal pain management treatment and the prognosis is very good. I have known for some six months or so that something was not sitting quite right with my health so it was only about a month ago that the body responded with a "stop now". It’s just a bit of a pain really but I do wish to live a long a fruitful life. Who doesn't, right!?

Some of you know I have taken steps to slow the rhythm of my everyday life to manageable and more enjoyable levels. While this has seen me leave behind my classroom and online teaching presence, the joy of being more focussed on studio-based work allows me to make time my friend again and hopefully refocus on the preciousness of friends. I am very grateful for that. 

The four minute film "The Boats of Humanity" an expose of my exhibition work, can be seen here. Created by chief story catcher Lara van Raay Small World Documentaries.

From the Heart

 From my heart & mind: a voice "to" Parliament is not a voice "in" Parliament. If my simple message amidst all the noise out there sways a couple of undecided friends on which way to vote, I will be more than happy. Consider how fortunate we are in this country to be able to have our say - and this is a conscience vote not a political vote - also please keep in mind that our First Nations People did not have this right at all until the 1967 referendum. Please consider this. Go well.

YES ... all that noise ...

There is a lot of talk amongst "the noise" about us all being equal. You all know that according to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights of 1948, Article 1 states that: "All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood".

Some say that here in Australia there is no need for an individual group to have a voice to Parliament, and that we are all equal according to the law. But, in reality, and if we are heartfelt & honest, this is not the case for many minority groups and most seriously for our First Nation's people. Hence our upcoming referendum. Observations follow from both my experience and readings of the Yes and the No cases as I believe that the mental health of our nation could be in peril.

There are a number of very good ethical reasons for a Voice for our First Nations peoples to be enshrined in the Australian constitution. If you wish to read further the Ethics Report on the Voice is available online.

We learned at school that our Constitution was written on a falsehood. The British claimed and colonised the great southern land known then as "Terra Australis Non Cognito" (but strangely enough also called New Holland) as both the French and the Dutch were here as well - not to forget the many islander trading nations. The British claimed, according to international law at the time, that the land was "terra nullius".

This Latin term means “land belonging to no one”, which has been interpreted as a complete absence of people and additionally the absence of “civilised” people capable of land ownership. This premise was obviously false and subsequently the Australian Constitution written was written on this falsehood.

What has happened in this country since then is unconscionable. Most Australians will remember "the White Australia Policy" but if you don't ... you'll find it online too.

Australians will also remember that the claim "terra nullius" was overturned in 1992 by the High Court of Australia's Mabo decision.

Enshrining a Voice to Parliament in the Constitution cannot be undone by any one future political party, group or individual. So in other words it is a very serious amendment to the law upon which this country has been built and not just some airy-fairy talk. It creates serious ethical reparation in writing ... in righting the wrongs and making amendments by moving forward to allow pro-active discussion with all those immediately concerned for the next step, Treaty.

Timeline:

Sixty-odd thousand years or thereabouts, Indigenous peoples continuously live on and from the land

22 August 1770, Captain Cook (journal entry) took possession of all of the east coast of the great south land in the name of the English King, George III

26 January 1788, Captain Arthur Phillip raised the flag of Great Britain

1 January 1901 the Australian Constitution took effect after being passed by a British Act of Parliament in 1900.

1967 a referendum successful in creating citizenship for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders

1992 "terra nullius" overturned in the High Court Mabo Decision recognising Native Title and their continuing connection to the land

2008 Bipartisan support passed the Motion to the House, "Apology to Australia's Indigenous Peoples"

14 October 2023 Referendum. At the time of writing, the outcome is unknown ...

Crystal Ball:

YES vote gets up civility wins and Australians stand proud

NO vote gets up, it's a backward step, civility loses, all Australian's lose and a further stain settles over the Nation which will be hard to recover from this time

As the noise gets more vicious and louder I am tuning out and turning to my drawing board where I shall find solace in making things ...

This Antipodean traveller ...

 

International departures gate Sydney 9 August 2023

I must say there is both a sense of relief and trepidation as I leave the country. Relief, because I can stop all my micro-planning - my itinerary, my workshops, my lesson plans. Trepidation, because I am anxious about what is to come and how will I handle anything that doesn't go to plan. Even though I have ventured through this gate often enough I do know that everything beyond the gate is rather easy and straight forward ... even though I also know that what does go wrong is beyond my control. How does my family cope with me!? I have often been called an intrepid traveller, a label that doesn't quite sit right with me. I can tell you I am very fearful and often anxious though I appear calm most of the time!

This tour will see me visit the United Kingdom, Italy and Belgium where I shall mix with likeminded people or as some of us say in the field my tribe! I have already arrived at the University of Warwick in Coventry right in the heart of the UK. My flight from Australia was uneventful and I was delighted to have been upgraded from cattle-class to premium cattle-class where I was given a bubbles on arrival and every courtesy was offered by the Qantas staff. On the first nine hour leg I watched a couple of movies, ate too much junk, slept a bit ... slept a lot actually then after a strange layover of two hours in Singapore did some more of the same on the thirteen hour second leg. It is a physically draining trip. 

I am bewildered however, by the two hour layover in Singapore. I left the plane along with all the other passengers. Once off I was told to come back to the same gate an hour later to start the security process again even though we couldn't leave the terminal. There were no shops open to browse ... actually there were no shops just gates and I couldn't find a lounge. All the seats were taken and people were strewn around the floor. Very strange indeed. When the time came I queued up to go through security even though I had already been through security to get on the plane I was getting back on to. The security man who I just happen to get by chance, told me to do up my cardigan as it was not acceptable to have only the top two buttons done up ... I had to have them all done up. Let me tell you I had a long sleeved, crew necked top on under my cardigan so this was not a case of the exposed bosom. It was the weirdest request and I am still perplexed. But, I know better than to argue with an airport security officer.

As I said the journey was uneventful, smooth and reasonably pleasant. I arrived at Heathrow and walked the ten minute journey to the Central Bus Station at 7am. My coach to Coventry wasn't until 10am. The place was packed. I decided to ask the ticket office if there were an earlier bus but they told me to come back in an hour because the National Express computer system was "down". Down where I thought. After a coffee and croissant - very nice - I observed the throng of travellers discovering that not only was the computer system "down" but so too the the automated ticket terminals. Travellers could not purchase tickets on the day. Lucky I micro-managed that one from home before leaving. Fortunately the coach interchange platform board was working and gave information on which bay to go to get your bus. The drivers were told to accept funds and allow people to board. It worked.

Leaving the confines of the airport precinct I sat back and relaxed to enjoy the two and a half hour journey. Ahhh, how pleasant. Our first - and last - stop was a mid-sized town not far from Heathrow called Hemel Hempstead. The coach had broken down. The driver said he knew something was wrong but continued to limp into the town rather than stopping on the motorway. If he had have stopped on the motorway not one passenger would have been allowed to get out of the bus - insurance policy condition. Good on the driver!!!!

Most passengers we very understanding and we were all glad the driver managed to get us into the town. The driver was superb in his handling of the situation. His manners and politeness were exemplary. After a few failed attempts and a two hour wait in Hempel Hempstead the National Express company booked several cabs so we could complete our onward journey. For me I was with two other passengers travelling to Coventry. It was a very pleasant hour and a half cab ride ... in the end. 

Welcome to the University of Warwick. I am in the Radcliffe Conference Centre enjoying this beautiful university and its surroundings. I am here for CLASfest, a festival held by the Calligraphy and Lettering Arts Society. I did a campus reconnoitre after breakfast looking for my favourite places to hang out the - co-op bookshop (all universities have them), stationary store and the Library.  Having spent a good of time at University campuses in my life I was surprised to find there was no bookstore ... at all. No stationery store either. There are no longer enough students living and studying on campus these days that their stores had closed. They do have a beautiful Functions & Arts Centre with live performances, arts exhibitions and three cinemas showing six plus screening per day. I think the two cities Coventry and Warwick are heavily invested in the Arts Centre as it is rather grand.

But, the most fun part of my day - so far - was my on-campus supermarket experience this morning. I wandered in to this huge store just browsing my way around when I noticed a big burley bloke hanging about at the end of my aisle, he was trying not to look at me. I thought hmmm what's he up to then. I popped an item here and there into my bag slowly working my way through the aisles as I was in no hurry at all. Then I noticed two blokes keeping an eye on me. So I made my way to the electronic registers with the blokes in mind thinking they were thinking I was going to steal my little collection of goodies. When I got to the registers I asked the assistant if she knew where the campus pharmacy was, she sounded nervous and said she didn't but as I was talking with her the two blokes hovered close by ... ready to pounce. So I moved to a self serve register and started the scanning process. The lass came up to me and said "next time you come into the supermarket do pick up a trolley". I told her I knew something was wrong when I first noticed the blokes watching me then we all fell about laughing. One fellow told me a red flag went up the minute I walked into the store. Though shoplifting is not a laughing matter and obviously the Uni gets a lot of them, I thanked them all kindly for giving me something else fun to talk about with my students! 

Day one ... all but done! 

Uluru Statement from the Heart

... it's only 417 words

read them

and you will know in your heart

what to do ...

U L U R U  S T A T E M E N T  F R O M  T H E  H E A R T

Our Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander tribes were the first sovereign Nations of the Australian continent and its adjacent islands, and possessed it under our own laws and customs. This our ancestors did, according to the reckoning of our culture, from the Creation, according to the common law from ‘time immemorial’, and according to science more than 60,000 years ago. 

This sovereignty is a spiritual notion: the ancestral tie between the land, or ‘mother nature’, and the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples who were born therefrom, remain attached thereto, and must one day return thither to be united with our ancestors. This link is the basis of the ownership of the soil, or better, of sovereignty.It has never been ceded or extinguished, and co-exists with the sovereignty of the Crown. 

How could it be otherwise? That peoples possessed a land for sixty millennia and this sacred link disappears from world history in merely the last two hundred years? 

With substantive constitutional change and structural reform, we believe this ancient sovereignty can shine through as a fuller expression of Australia’s nationhood. 

Proportionally, we are the most incarcerated people on the planet. We are not an innately criminal people. Our children are aliened from their families at unprecedented rates. This cannot be because we have no love for them. And our youth languish in detention in obscene numbers. They should be our hope for the future. 

These dimensions of our crisis tell plainly the structural nature of our problem. This is the torment of our powerlessness. 

We seek constitutional reforms to empower our people and take a rightful place in our own country. When we have power over our destiny our children will flourish. They will walk in two worlds and their culture will be a gift to their country. 

We call for the establishment of a First Nations Voice enshrined in the Constitution. 

Makarrata is the culmination of our agenda: the coming together after a struggle. It captures our aspirations for a fair and truthful relationship with the people of Australia and a better future for our children based on justice and self-determination. 

We seek a Makarrata Commission to supervise a process of agreement-making between governments and First Nations and truth-telling about our history. 

In 1967 we were counted, in 2017 we seek to be heard. We leave base camp and start our trek across this vast country. We invite you to walk with us in a movement of the Australian people for a better future.

For more information please visit:   https://yes23.com.au/