The day kicked off with a little bit of steam
Everywhere was steam
Steam heat
Sweat
But I emerged
minus layers of skin
pinker than I have ever been
and shiny new
ready ...
from my second Hammam
So the week was over and the new Semester will begin. I have had no time to look around me and continue any adventuring. By the time my focus on an assessment driven system was allowed to be freed, I felt an imminent collapse was to be mine....
But a new day for the weekend
and my gym provides me always with a great place. It is cool at the moment - six degree morning and 20 deg day... very cool.
This place always delivers something that makes me take a breath. Most recently it has been my understanding of the people who have fled Syria in the last fifteen years because it is not a new thing.... It is my sincere wish that Australians would begin to understand the people who are refugees... not the emotive and criminalised version fed by media and that government... but humans who are no different from you and me... they even sound the same except for the accent! But then Australians sound pretty weird at times....
And, these people are Muslim.. AND Syrian... I wonder where that places them in your eyes. My wonderful opportunties are grown by the people I have met and these are the people i meet...
It is difficult to write of some of the things I hear and I will need time to process clearly the sadness, the difficulty and the heartbreak... and war.
So to assist with the understanding I am going back to my painting with help from wonderful Sarah Weaver......
I now have my own little studio in the process of development on the 11th floor of the Creativity Building, Street Two , Block One, Hawally, Kuwait......
Everywhere was steam
Steam heat
Sweat
But I emerged
minus layers of skin
pinker than I have ever been
and shiny new
ready ...
from my second Hammam
So the week was over and the new Semester will begin. I have had no time to look around me and continue any adventuring. By the time my focus on an assessment driven system was allowed to be freed, I felt an imminent collapse was to be mine....
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| Apologies to my good friend but I need people to know that life is great here..... |
But a new day for the weekend
and my gym provides me always with a great place. It is cool at the moment - six degree morning and 20 deg day... very cool.
This place always delivers something that makes me take a breath. Most recently it has been my understanding of the people who have fled Syria in the last fifteen years because it is not a new thing.... It is my sincere wish that Australians would begin to understand the people who are refugees... not the emotive and criminalised version fed by media and that government... but humans who are no different from you and me... they even sound the same except for the accent! But then Australians sound pretty weird at times....
And, these people are Muslim.. AND Syrian... I wonder where that places them in your eyes. My wonderful opportunties are grown by the people I have met and these are the people i meet...
It is difficult to write of some of the things I hear and I will need time to process clearly the sadness, the difficulty and the heartbreak... and war.
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| Wrong paper for the Singing Swans of Denmark |
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| A beautiful winter in Denmark |
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| My Studio |
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| Setting up.... |
So to assist with the understanding I am going back to my painting with help from wonderful Sarah Weaver......
I now have my own little studio in the process of development on the 11th floor of the Creativity Building, Street Two , Block One, Hawally, Kuwait......
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