So today brought a pictorial treasure of part of a woman’s life from the bush and lagoons of Urunga on the North Coast of New South Wales. I hope that I can share these moments of happiness and loss with my artist friends at the upcoming show this weekend at Barberton Gallery of Fine Arts in the way that I have experienced them as a viewer. And I also hope that I can show how photographer LynneSanders-Braithwaite’s pictorial narrative mirrors the ups and downs of life that we all go through—as it mirrors the joys and griefs of my own recent years. Lynne, for me—you are the epitome of grace and I promise to hone my kayaking skills and meet you halfway to Urunga, across the sea whose stillness and turbulence is so much like life. When we meet we shall talk about dragonflies and fairy paths and bush babies and Cobargo Hats and creativity and songs of lost loves and we will laugh at the synchronities of online lineages that connect far away countries in dreams and connections in the night.
Yes. this is Me ! Invited to be shown at an art gallery in Akron Ohio. I have much that at times I would feel obligated to write about. The many lessons and experiences of two weeks with my dearly loved family. The progress of the ” Grief Process”. I perhaps “should” write about the illness attacking at the moment and the profound experience of the service work I am doing this week – but I won’t. I will simply smile and say that from across the universe a woman asks me if she can put my photos in a mash u p at an art gallery of the very community based kind of thing that I love.Right there in Akron Ohio. The Bill W and Doctor Bob Seal of Approval is how I see it.
It may well seem foolish to those who are not of my kind of recovery bent but to me I am a giggling. 9 miles or something from the start of AA and totally unsolicited or organised by me, my photos are going up. I can see that sign – no matter what anyone else thinks. My lungs may be clogged. Iz may be dead. But I am sober and I am clean and there is more to do here on this Planet. Just as the Dreaming told me. In addition, our good friend is now manager of Benelong Haven at Kinchela which is my father’s family place. And tomorrow I have an appointment with a young mother and DOCs.
And I am ill. Very Ill , I suspect. The breathing again. I can’t sleep and I am dizzy and my breathing is impaired and once again I sit before the window and wonder. Is this one serious ? Is this one going to stop me in my tracks again ?
Suddenly realise that God is doing for me what I cannot do for myself.
Its near dawn and I have been awake most of the night because when I try to sleep the congestion and gunk take over but now I am kind of delirious with no-sleep and medications and coughing and fright but I also have heaps of AA speaker tapes inside of me and a letter for KLB which I have written. Plus we had Chinese Dinner. Three of us women and I was doing what I am supposed to do. Staying sober and helping another alcoholic to achieve sobriety. Now the letter is emailed off. The light is coming. It looks like there is no water in the lagoon at all.
This is the second part of The SILVERBIRD necessitated by my running out of space of the Free WORDPRESS blog.
Click on the BURRA to return to The SilverBird Part !. Its now 9 months since Izzy ran off into the Forest and never came home. Its 6 months since I was in the Coma and I am 27 years and 7 months clean and sober. I have been in the BEACHSHACK for 3 months. Lets see what happens next.