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Post #118 Monday 28 October 2019 – more on the Whitsundays

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Monday 28 October 2019

Following on from my earlier post about adventures in the Whitsundays, I wanted to add another image. These are the Norfolk Island pines, with their very distinctive geometry, everywhere on the Whitsunday islands. This is the ridge of the cove at Refuge Bay where we anchored overnight.

I managed to find an internet link which gives the back story to how the pines came to be here. I had some ancient recollection they were not native. https://h2g2.com/edited_entry/A7952664

So it was Captain Cook who brought the seeds of the pines to northern Australia wishfully supposing they might provide timber suitable for masts.

I have always found it hard to be on the water in the Pacific and not think of Captain Cook, Joseph Banks and all the great naturalists. For quite a while one of my favourite non fiction books was a book called “Darwin’s Armada” by Iain McCalman. It’s an account of the great sailing voyages of Darwin’s peers. It’s absolutely compelling reading (if that’s your kind of thing). It’s ages since I read it but one of the passages that still stays with me vividly is an account of how the Pacific peoples must have experienced navigating, with only the simplest instruments and no charts – what resources, skills and understanding of the sea they must have had.

But then I am very partial to all things Charles Darwin (and his milieu). The Voyage of the Beagle is so engaging. Here is a favourite passage in which Darwin describes interactions with wild llamas.

Scientific method: “…if a person lies on the ground and plays strange antics, such as throwing up his feet in the air…”

xx MG

Post #107 Sunday 10 February 2019 – Update, scheduling changes

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Sunday 10 February 2019

You have not heard from me over summer, so it’s a long overdue greeting for the New Year.

As some of you know I had some bad experiences last year with a stalker and it has taken the shine off my happy escort life.  During this last couple of months I have been doing another job in addition to escorting, so I haven’t been posting and I have reduced the hours I am available.  The new scheduling arrangement will continue for the future.  I will post my availability for each coming week by Sunday evening on the front page of the website (please text me if you don’t see it, I might be running late).

It was a very dry period leading up to Christmas and the wildflowers on the country block were very few this year.  In past years there has been a profusion of colour and variety but this year it was all very subdued.  I did see one wildflower that I haven’t seen before though.  Although it was quite common looking – simple structure, bright yellow – I am pretty sure it was a new sighting for me.

Here it is:

The natural world managed to be beautiful in the city too.  There was a very small, perfectly formed  pale green moth on the window sill at Potts Point one morning.  Here it is:

And I managed to get a fair amount of snorkelling and diving in over the summer.  Be warned this is not a lingerie shot! 🙂  It was taken during a dive on the south side of Botany Bay at a place called The Steps.

xx MG

Post #103 Sunday 18 November 2018 – Signs of Summer

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Sunday 18 November 2018

There is a gecko that lives somewhere on the south side of my balcony.  It must hibernate over winter. Come October November evenings I can hear it start to make the little series of chk chk chk chk sounds that are so reminiscent of warm happy times.  It still amazes me that the gecko comes every year twelve floors up to my highrise home.

Another favourite sign of summer is the appearance of great quantities of mangoes at the local shops –  flavour, fragrance and texture are all summer.

Here is a selfie of some new lingerie.  It has a soft pink fabric and is called Ballet Slipper…

PS:  I have since learnt that the Queen’s favourite nail polish is called Ballet Slipper (do not ask me how I came to have this trivial piece of information because I can’t now remember).  Somehow this random connection makes me like this lingerie less!

xx MG

Post #91 Saturday 16 June 2018 – At home

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Saturday 16 June 2018

Well I was a sorry lot this week.  I had a bad flu and lay in bed almost the entire time.  I got up to do one massage (as I love doing massage), but expired again immediately after.  Everything else was cancelled for which I am very sorry.  The chances that I was contagious were high and there was no good risking other people as well.  It’s times like this past week I miss my kittens especially (now in kitten heaven), they were always such sweet company if you were laid low.

I did watch some television on my laptop though, propped up in bed.  As some of you know I don’t own an actual television (and haven’t owned one my entire adult life).  I finally got to see the BBC series Wolf Hall which was every bit as excellent as I had heard (and I’d loved the book).  I also watched some of Anthony Bourdain’s travel and food diaries.    So it’s been a quiet week for me.  The only thing that didn’t slow down was the rate at which I am obliged to feed the lorikeets.  If they know I am home they come and peer in at the windows and gently tap with their beaks at the glass doors.  They are absolutely relentless.

Your glamorous aunt

MG xx

Trying not to feel sorry for myself…

Post #92 Sunday 24 June 2018 – Flowering trees and the allegory of the unicorn

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Sunday 24 June 2018

I haven’t posted about any flowering trees for a little while. My flowering tree this time is a lemon tree, not from local life but from a set of French medieval tapestries that have been on exhibition at the Art Gallery.

I specially like this tree because it accurately depicts that habit which many lemon trees have of flowering and fruiting at the same time.  And the flower of a lemon tree has one of the most evocative scents.

The context of the tapestries is the age of chivalry in the late Middle Ages.  But there is no trace of darkness or punishing cloistered religious life that I for one, so often associate with the Middle Ages.  Instead it’s a sensual paradise of garden, music and luxury.  The mythical unicorn appears in all the tapestries together with the virgin maiden.  The story has it that the unicorn is only tame for the virgin lady.

Curiously I found in my investigations that the original unicorn figure – a mythical wild man from Mesopotamia – was civilised only by the temple whore.  I was interested to  learn in that social reality the temple whore was a respected figure herself, charged with the responsibility of making men into better versions of humanity (than they were when left to their own devices).

Your glamorous aunt MG xx

Post #68 Sunday 7 January 2018 – Rejuvenation grout and the New Year

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Sunday 7 January 2018

It’s the New Year and I don’t do resolutions so much as I find myself somehow embarking on various new projects, generally a bit domestic.  This New Year it seems to be Rejuvenation Grout.

Well I have bought the product and I am hoping it will transform the tired tiles of the bathroom into something a bit more, hmmm luminous may be :-), or just a bit whiter would be ok.

It’s been a nice start to the year otherwise.  I had a lovely unexpected visitor on Saturday afternoon.  I don’t often get magpies up on the 12th floor so it was a treat to hear that melodic gargling sort of song so close by.

I drove back from the country on Saturday and listened to the radio on the way – as a lot of you know, I love the radio.  On this trip the ABC was rebroadcasting a feed from the US National Public Radio (NPR) and I had a couple of treats.  One was a show on bluegrass which was an excuse for me to rummage around for favourite modern blues music when I got home.  Here is a link to a performer composer I really like and who is a great blues hero for souls who live rough.  It’s Chris Whitley with his melancholy guitar:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fI8ISl7xpg4

Wishing all the best to all of us for the coming year.

MG xx

Post #67 Friday 22 December 2017 – Starry enchanted Christmas eve and Summer solstice

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Friday 22 December 2017

Today is the Summer solstice, a suitably brilliant time of the year for earth and sky worshippers.  And it’s almost Christmas eve.

My mother loved Christmas when we were children, especially Christmas Eve.  And I have very happy memories of her Christmas delight, which was so attractive to children.  She specially loved the music, all music, and  it was endless performance and harmonies by me and my sisters singing into the twilight night.  My mother died in June this year and the last music she heard was this Christmas Eve music.  I was able to play it for her from my trusty Android.

This music is the Latin Christmas church song O Magnum Mysterium, O Great Mystery.  This setting is by the American Danish composer Morten Lauridsen and is best listened to while you have your eyes closed I reckon (especially if classical music is not your thing lol).

In this Latin song the best thing is the presence of the animals in the scene.  It’s not all lofty churchy stuff, it is warm animals with warm breath and animal noises and animal restlessness and tiredness in the straw.   And if you listen to the music I swear at certain points it actually sounds the way animals move about when they are tethered, the same rhythm.   There is a gentle pagan vibe about those animals round the infant’s manger.  And an entirely utilitarian and plausible one too:  it would have been cold that night.  The Latin verse seems very simple but it conjures the picture:

O magnum mysterium,

et admirabile sacramentum,
ut animalia viderent Dominum natum,
iacentem in praesepio!
…
 translates (I am assured):
O great mystery,
and wonderful sacrament,
that animals should see the new-born Lord,
lying in a manger!
…

Animals!  They get dress circle and see everything first.  Would that we return the respect and treat all animals more lovingly (says a slightly preachy Madame MG :-)).  And this is the song itself:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqCtbR8PktU

In fact there is another Lauridsen song which I actually think is a more beautiful as a song although not as high art perhaps.  It also reminds me of the twinkling Christmas Eves with my mother when we were small, and all the stars and endless enchantment of childhood.  But you probably have to be in the mood for classical music and it is entirely forgivable if you are not (even permanently not in the mood is OK too).

Sure On This Shining Night

Sure on this shining night
Of star made shadows round,
Kindness must watch for me
This side the ground.
The late year lies down the north.
All is healed, all is health.
High summer holds the earth.
Hearts all whole.
Sure on this shining night I weep for wonder wand’ring far
alone
Of shadows on the stars.

It’s a beautiful poem by an Irish poet, set to Lauridsen’s music:

Love to you, to animals, and the high summer solstice Christmas Eve
MG xx