Showing posts with label Daily Ramble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daily Ramble. Show all posts

3.12.12

Growing

Emilia and Me
For the kickass women of the world.
Those that are, and those that are growing up to be.
The daughters. The mothers. The sisters.
The fribblings – friends like siblings.
The wives, The girlfriends.
The aunts. The nieces.
The grand-somethings.
The young uns. The teens.
The women in your life.
Who love, lose, cry.
Laugh, heal, thrive.
Nurture. Create.
You.Are.Amazing.
As. You.are
Stronger than you know.
More beautiful than you think.
Worthier than you believe.
More loved than you can ever imagine.
Passionate above making a difference.
Fioery when protecting those you love.
Learning. Growing, Not alone.
Warm. Giving. Generous.
Quirky, Sexy, Funny. Smart.
Flawed. Whole. Scared. Brave.
And so, so, so. much.more
Be Strong. Be Confident. Be You.
~Copyright: Tia Sparkles Singh, 2011
Emilia-7004.jpg
There might be a bit more of that kind of stuff around here. Hope you don’t mind. Mothering a daughter has brought out the feisty woman-lover in me. And for the record, it’s not that I don’t love men. I do. I love them to bits actually. But girls, we have so much work to do in the learning and self-loving to make sure we etch out a space in this world to talk about how we want things to be. 
This is my beginning.

10.6.11

Neuensee

I discovered this little spot on one of my walks this week. It's Cafe am Neuensee in Tiergarten. It's a little fairytale oasis in the middle of Tiergarten where you can rent boats and drink beer (what else!). It's actually quite a popular summer drinking spot and hardly unknown, but it was a first for me. Won't be the last time though. Think there are another few afternoons left where I can read and drink Apfelschorle and Alcohol-free Beer beside this lake before July comes around. Yes, I'm quite getting used to this 'growing baby' business!

This weekend is another long weekend around here but think it'll be a quiet one for us. Matthias is still working hard trying to rid the world of dangerous food-borne pests, which for him means another weekend spent at work. Don't envy him really. Meanwhile I'm planning on taking a break from ticking things off my "to-do" list and getting back to the important business of relaxing pre-baby. 

How about you? I know Australia is celebrating a royal Birthday and a few other catholic countries must be celebrating WhitSunday. Does anyone have any exciting plans?

14.4.11

On my way to work

Blossom
We're in the midst of Blossom season here and it's making me so happy.  Not sure if there is anything more lovely than seeing flowers appearing on the trees after a long winter hiatus. I've been walking past my favourite "blossom spots" from last year, stalking the trees and quietly waiting for them to flower. I always used to say I was an Autumn person - I love 'swishing' through piles of leaves which have fallen - but now I'm not so sure. Perhaps I'm a Spring person after all.  What about you?

18.3.11

Sunrise

Day 49 : Winter Sunrise

I think sunrise is one of my favourite times of the day.  I don't often see it, but when I do, I relish it.  The fresh air and that special quiet "between-time" as the world seems to breath in before beginning again. There's a sense of possibility in a sunrise that I find humbling and incredibly beauitful. 

I took these pictures when I was down in Mainz a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about them a lot this week. The news from Japan, which only seem to go from bad to worse has been playing on my mind. Another afterschock, another tsunami, two - no three - nuclear reactors tinkering on the brink of meltdown. I am torn between wanting to know everything, to stay informed, and yet feel that there must be some invisible line between knowledge and voyeurism which I am at risk of dancing across.
Day 51: Sunrise over the vineyard
And so I have decided to read the headlines and then turn off.  Instead of becoming engrossed in the suffering, I have decided to revel in the now and in the possibilities that another day brings. People have an amazing capacity for resilience.  I am heading into the weekend wishing that tomorrow brings some better news for those working tirelessly in Japan, grateful for everything that I have right now and confident that as certain as the sun coming up in the morning, this too shall pass.

8.3.11

Ladies Day

The preamble to this post is that I took these photos last night while Matthias was working (check him out in the background).  They're for an e-course I'm doing with Vivienne McMaster called You are your own Muse.  To be honest, I've found "getting into" this course difficult - initially there was a lot of talk about 'dialoguing' about our feelings which instantly got under my skin. Is dialoguing even a word?!? And then I took these photos and I had a lot of fun - which I've decided is really what this course is about.  And I posted them on the course's Flickr group and everyone was very supportive.  So now I like the course again. There might be a few more of these photos in the coming weeks, but for now enjoy my little political diatribe for International Women's Day.

I don't often get too political around this space but there is one day every year that I like to celebrate and throw my political hat into the ring. It's International Women's Day - and it's today.  Did you realise?  Did you even know?
beginning to play
This year, even more so that last, I feel extremely lucky to be where I am.  Through luck more than anything else I will deliver my first baby in a country that has some of the most progressive maternity laws in the world.  As soon as I announced my pregnancy in February my job was protected and my ability to come and go as my health dictated assured. At 34 weeks I will begin maternity leave, which will continue up until the Bean's birth and then for 8 weeks postnatally at full-pay. During this time I will have access to a personal midwife, prenatal classes and a return-to-health exercise program all paid for by my state (public) health insurance.  I will deliver in a hospital, free of charge, with access to doctors, nurses, medication and surgery.  After maternity leave I will probably switch over to what is descriptively called "parent money" and me or my partner (or both!) can stay at home and care for the Bean for up to 14 months with part of our salary paid by the state. When I want to return to work, childcare is an affordable and socially acceptable option and my job will be waiting, even if that happens to be 18 months after the Bean is born.  Yes, I am very happy to be living in a country that supports my choice to have both a family and a career.
21 weeks
As much as I love Australia, had I been living there I would be entitled to the "Baby Bonus" of roughly $5000 and payment at the minimum wage for 18 weeks. Following that I would be entitled to up to 52 weeks unpaid maternity leave. Childcare is sufficiently expensive in Australia that if I wanted to return to work I would need to sit down and consider whether it was financially a realistic option. In the US I would have to cross my fingers that I had paid my health insurance and then hope I was living in a state that legislated for paid maternity cover, otherwise I'd be entitled to 12 weeks unpaid maternity leave, if my workplace was covered under the Family and Medical Leave Act.  Alternatively I might be able to apply for "Short Term Disability" Insurance that might cover me for six weeks at 60% pay.  That pregnancy is even considered eligible for short term disability insurance says a lot about how a country's legislators view pregnancy and motherhood.
things to come...
Of course, it is conceivable that once baby-Bean is born I may never wish to leave his/her side again and will be happy to create, play and learn along side him or her.  As someone who enjoys an academic career alongside my other hobbies I think that this is unlikely, but then again, three years ago so was living in Berlin. However, what I do know and believe is that ultimately equality is about choice and in this instance the opportunity to choose not just between my career OR motherhood, but also to realistically choose the option of a career AND motherhood.  In looking at Australia and the US's current maternity policies I realise that if I was living in either country Matthias and I would have to sit down and have some serious chats about whether a) having a baby was an affordable option b) whether I wanted to continue working post-baby c) the cost of childcare and finally, we would have to weigh-up my desire to continue my academic career with the costs of childcare and the consequences of going back to work full-time, part-time or on a casual  basis to our joint income. Essentially I would be forced to choose between my career and motherhood and Matthias would most likely be forced to take an industry job, rather than a government job which whilst lower paying he finds more enjoyable.  As someone who has had equality and the importance of education and independence drummed into me from a young age I find even the thought of having to make this choice makes me incredibly angry. It also makes me wonder how much of what is being legislated is really about choice, freedom and liberal laissez-faire policies and how much of it is about morality and societal thoughts on the role of women as nurturers and child-rearers.  
victory
I would love very much to provide you with some answers or evidence or something of that note on this topic, but these are merely the musings of my feminist brain today. Happy International Women's Day - hopefully I've sparked some fire in those brain cells of yours and whatever the discussion ,we can come away a step closer to true equality (which is really what today is all about).
Conquerer
I'll be back again with a less political agenda tomorrow!

9.7.10

unwinding

It's been a pretty crazy month around our house with visitors coming and going, sickness, a hot house, the world cup, frazzled brains from the heat and frayed nerves from, well, everything.  So last night Matthias and I decided to unplug, unwind and chill out together.  No soccer, no computers, no phones.  We picked up a simple picnic of bread, cheese and ham from the supermarket, grabbed a picnic rug and our backgammon set and headed for the park.  It was just the medicine we both needed. 

28.6.10

sacher torte

Firstly, thank you to everyone who read my post on Friday and commented.  I feel like I should say something else more eloquent or prophetic but everything I write sounds insincere or a little false.  So instead I'll just leave it at 'thanks'.  It meant a lot.

This weekend we received a delicious (and edible) package in the mail from Vienna.   A Sacher Torte!  I had no idea you could sent foodstuff in the mail, but our little chocolate cake arrived in pristine condition.  After deciding that it was only appropriate to have our cake for breakfast on Saturday morning, Matthias and I had what turns out to be a fairly common conversation around our house.

M*: I suppose you don't want me to throw the box out?
C: No
M: And what do you think you'll do with it?
C: It's pretty, we can't throw it out
M: But what will you do with it?
C: I don't know, I'll think of something
M: We don't need it
C: But it's pretty
M: So we're keeping it?
C: Yes

*To get the full impact of this conversation you have to imagine a fairly thick Austrian accent for M.  

Turns out that I was able to find a use for it sooner than I imagined.  It's currently housing my latest paper goodies waiting for a project that I'm currently playing around with in my head.  There's also a few granny squares tucked away for something I might get finished this week.

24.6.10

I am woman



Yesterday Australia swore in it's first female Prime Minister.  Julia Gillard, welcome to the top job.  

I heard Julia Gillard speak once, long before she was deputy or shadow anything.  She was good.  She'd done her homework, knew her audience, understood our issues.  She stood out from the other politicians.  I liked her.  First impressions tend to stick and I think she'll be good for the job.  Here's hoping that she'll continue to talk politics and the media will continue to listen and we won't see a replay of superficial discussions about her hair-cut, wardrobe and decision not to have children.

18.6.10

thoughts are free

Translation : Thoughts are Free

A quiet post this morning.  This weekend there's more World Cup watching planned, drinks and dinner with friend's from Vienna, brunch on Sunday and a bit more resting before I start back at work again on Monday.  

The photo is completely unrelated - a little bit of meditation to take you into the weekend.  

21.5.10

exhausted


Exhausted after 3-day trip to Den Haag - thankfully it's the weekend.

14.5.10

Dance Naked


Anyone who has read my blog for a while will know my feelings about European naked-ness.  While I've been trying to embrace the gym locker scene, I still fall mostly on the side of 'Victorian' side of preferring to stay clothed amongst strangers.  But I couldn't resist posting this photo this afternoon (Kayanna's clock found via Mixed Plate).  This clock is the real-deal - apparently it was found in a Goodwill shop!  Time to get your kit off and do the jig! 

I'm so curious to know what else the clock tells you to do.  

Have a lovely weekend ox.


12.3.10

anthropologie

It's happened... Anthropologie now ships to Australia!  Even though I'm not living there at the moment, I can't help being excited about this wonderful development.  I first fell in love with Anthropolgie when my sister came back from the US with a suitcase full of clothes declaring her love-affair with the retailer.  My wardrobe is now sprinkled with t-shirts and dresses and I love looking at every new catalogue that's released... the only thing I'm a little disappointed about is their Australian prices - almost twice the US price, excluding shipping, which when I last checked wasn't exactly the current exchange rate.  Humph. 

8.3.10

international women's day

Today is International Women's Day.  A day to focus on the respect, appreciation and love towards women and to celebrate women's economic, political and social achievements (according to Wiki).  

Over the weekend I went to the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, and at interval while sipping on Champagne and munching on a Pretzel we talked about how wonderful it was to be able to do this and how our lives were pretty great.  How lucky we were to be born into the right families, in the right countries, at the right time.  This seems even more pertinent today.  I was born into a family of strong women.  My grandmother's both travelled independently and worked.  They expected their daughters to be educated and their daughters (in-turn) expected their girls to also receive excellent educations, attend university and become independent and equal members of society.  I went to a school which regularly encouraged us (girls) to become "the first female prime-minister of Australia" (a feat not yet achieved).  I can vote.  I am financially independent.  When I was 21 I backpacked around Europe, mostly alone, without worrying about needing a chaperone.  If I have children I will probably deliver in a clean hospital ward with access to doctors, nurses and drugs.  

Most women in the world today don't, can't, won't have access to any of this.
  • 1 in 16 women in Africa die of complications of childbirth.  (If you're interested in seeing one side of the "why", this blog tells some great first-hand anecdotes)
  • Only 40% of women in India have basic literacy skills
  • In Saudi Arabia women still do not have the right to vote
  • 13% of white women (38% of Latinas) in the US do not have access to healthcare
So today I am thankful and hopeful.  I am thankful that I had the good fortune to be born in Australia in 1980, and not Africa or India in 2010.  I am thankful for the political, economic and social freedoms that I enjoy - thanks mostly to the hard work of my mother's and grandmother's generations.  And I am hopeful that our generation will chip away at the inequalities that still exist for millions of women living in developing countries today.

Barnett Family, 2009

7.3.10

the spring shoe

As I was taking pictures this morning of my wonderful spring shoes, Matthias said, "More on the shoe?"  He still has much to learn about my love affair with shoes... although he has heard and seen me show it to almost everyone I've skyped with in the last week, so perhaps it was a fair statement.  But here it is;
Clearly I'm no shoe photographer yet, but you get the idea.  It not what I envisaged, but I love it and once I've softened the leather it will be a wonderful, get around Berlin in Spring shoe.  

And in a rather blond moment, I got completely confused as I was paying when the shopkeeper asked me to give him my phone number, to which I repiled "My number? What for?" and then "But I'm not thirsty", until the penny dropped and I realised the the poor man was trying to ask me out for a drink.  And I was embarrassed and he was embarrassed and we both were awkward.  These things never happen to me (the asking of the number, not to complete failure to understand what was going on - that happens frequently) and I wondered how the rest of the world coped with these moments of teenage embarrassment. It was definitely a cringe worthy, fall-into-a-pit-that-has-just-opened-up-and-disappear kind of moment.  And funny.  And a nice compliment.  But none-the-less embarrassing.

24.2.10

spring shoes

 
 
 
 
A month ago I joined the gym.  And a month ago tomorrow I set myself the challenge of going to the gym three times a week for four weeks.  If I was successful I was allowed to buy myself a pair of shoes.  A pair of cool, silly, whimisical, 'Spring' shoes that I could look at and say - "these are not particularly practical for X, Y and Z, but I love them and I bought them because I went to the gym regularly for a month".  And, folks, the challenge worked.  There were days when what I really wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch a movie, but I thought - "if I don't go today, then the next time I can go is -xxxx- and then I won't have gone three times in the week, and then I can't buy my shoes."  And with this I quickly scampered off the couch and sweated it out at the gym.  

And now the day has come.  Shoe day.  And this is what I want.  A quirky, lace-up, peep-toe, leather or suede shoe with a small heel that I can wear with colourful tights, skirts and the ever-go-to jeans.

And they'll be a new challenge for March...

13.2.10

changes

I made some changes to the blog.  What do you think?


And because I promised...

29.1.10

I want, I need, I have to have...

 
Message Cookie Cutters! It's so ridiculously over-the-top, but still - I *heart* them.  The 'set' comes with standard messages, plus extra letters so you can design your own message.  I have images of boxes of biscuits delicately wrapped with tissue paper, with whitty words and phrases.  I'm sure after it's first outing it would be abandoned to the back of the 'baking' cupboard only to resurface during a massive spring clean, or worse, just before moving house.  But still, I nearly bought it online today...

28.1.10

meat pie

I forgot to mention - but Matthias had his first meat pie on Tuesday! How anyone can live in Queensland for a year and not have even heard of a 'Meat Pie' is beyond me.

Me: We have to have a Meat Pie
M: What's a Meat Pie?
Me: Well, it's pastry with mince meat inside it.
M: Good. Let's try
Me: But you have to have it with tomato sauce
M: You mean ketchup?
Me: No, tomato sauce. Ketchup is different
M: But it says Ketchup on the bottle
Me: Well, it's really Tomato Sauce
M: (looks perplexed but dutifully squeezes healthy dollop of said sauce bottle onto pie)
sometime later...
M: You Australians are funny with your words, but this is actually quite good

Success!

4.1.10

sick


The sun is shining and I want to be outside - but my head is pounding, my nose is running and my lungs are protesting vehemently about the bugs that have decided to make them *ahem* a temporary home.

I blame it on too much of this
and this
followed by a very wet New Year's Eve which looked something like this (but with much more mud). As one of my sister's eloquently put it "It was very, very hot, then is was very, very wet"
So today I will sit in bed and dream about the music - Moby, Datarock, Emiliana Torrini, Washington, John Steel Singers, Little Red, Hilltop Hoods, Xavier Rudd - did I mention Moby? And so many more... amazing!

25.12.09

Plum Pudding

I love Plum Pudding. This is a little odd, because mostly I don't like fruit cakes or fruit puddings or anything that has orange rind and sultanas cooked into it. But I love the tradition that goes with pudding.
Most years my Mum makes one and everyone stirs the mixture once, making a wish for the new year. I'm not quite sure why Jane is so grumpy in this photo - but it's one of the few that we have of all four girls mixing the pudding and making their wishes.

I'm pleased to say that the tradition is not dying out - this year the next generation learnt about stiring the pudding and making a wish for the new year.
But some of the best traditions are on Christmas day. The pudding is brought to the table with a halo of purple flames, having been doused in hot Brandy. Charles Dickens even has something to say about plum pudding in A Christmas Carol.

"Mrs Cratchit left the room alone -- too nervous to bear witnesses -- to take the pudding up and bring it in... Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day. That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding. In half a minute Mrs Cratchit entered -- flushed, but smiling proudly -- with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top."
Found on Wiki.
Merry Christmas everyone. Hope you have a great couple of days and I'll see you all on the other side of the New Year!