All posts tagged: perspective

Turning dizzy into delight

She’s spinning. Spinning faster and faster. Red tulle flounces and tubby pink arms are flung wide with abandon. She is squealing. A bubbling, gurgling, ecstatic noise that begins to rumble in me too. We are laughing together. Her spinning. Me laughing, but not. Laughing and cringing at her freedom. She is slowing. Tussled hair settles on shoulders. Tulle lights on knees. Arms drop to sides. And she staggers. “Me so busy, mummy,” she says. “You mean dizzy?” I laugh. Busy. Dizzy. Same difference. I’ve just spun out of a Megasaurus week where events and responsibilities merged one into another into another. There was a fair whack of troubleshooting, of costume changes, of finding a replacement here and a stand-in there. When people asked, “How’s your week been?” it would have been perfectly appropriate to reply “dizzy” instead of “busy”. Same difference. Lately God has pressed a word into my mind. Stamp into wax. Finger into clay. Cutter into cookie dough. The word is DELIGHT. “Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the …

The Focus of a Dancer

When I was a slender young thing in pink ballet tights and pastel leotards, my dance teacher taught me about balance. Holding the body with poise and presence is as much a discipline as flexibility, turnout, musicality and strength. With a leg in arabesque – that is, high as possible, straight as possible in the air behind me – she would say, “Claire, imagine there are strings attached to your fingers on both hands, to the top of your head and to the big toe of the foot you have lifted. Those strings are pulling with equal force.” Imagining the invisible forces at work, I would stretch my arms further, elongate my neck and straighten my head, push that leg a little higher and plant the heel of my supporting leg firmer into the floor. Then, with a calm that belied the screams of a thousand muscles, I would lower into a fondu or chasse, arms soft, face serene. Sigh. How I miss those dancing days! I recognise this same tension in my life today. Invisible …

First World Problems

What dress should I wear? I was standing in front of my wardrobe deliberating over my outfit for a special occasion. Do I go the navy blue slip dress with the white polka-dots?  Or the floral cotton dress in watermelon and peach?  Perhaps something more classic, like that black dress that buttons up the back and falls below the knee, with a tan leather belt at the waist? When I added the decision of what shoes, what cardi, what jewellery and whether to bare-leg it or go for some stockings (patterned or plain?), I was breaking a sweat and snapping at the hubby, whose monosyllabic grunts were not helping, I might add. Then, a distinct moment of clarity. My eyes scanned left to right, taking in the volumes of fabric.  I counted them: 26 dresses.  And I couldn’t find ONE to wear that day. First World Problem. Like when you forget to put your electric blanket on before bed. When the closest parking spot is a whole two blocks from your destination (and then there’s …

Put Your Tourist Eyes On

When I heard that Launceston’s own City Park was named as one of the Top 10 Australian Parks in the Travellers’ Choice Attractions awards, I was dubious. Don’t get me wrong – I love my hometown and I’m first to espouse the caliber of its attributes. But… Well… I just wondered… Why Launceston City Park? So, I took a walk. Decked in puffer jackets and beanies, Master Two and I started at the playground-end, and didn’t progress much further for a good half-hour. It’s a great playground – the kind that allows those terribly distracted mothers who are torn between watching their child and watching their electronic device to do so in relative peace of mind. The slides aren’t too fast. The steps are the right height. There’s soft-fall matting everywhere. We continued eventually into the greater City Park district, scampering beneath a canopy of European trees, many of them centenarians, offering a leafy dapple of sunlight. We fed the ducks. We skipped across the open-air chessboard. We played hide-and-seek in the Conservatorium with the …