Cairns postscript

There were two sessions I attended at the conference that I knew as I sat listening to the presenters would have a profound and lasting effect on me.

The first was with the indigenous author and Australian laureate Boori Monty Pryor who spoke of his text Shake a Leg, which he created with the artist Jan Ormerod.

We all love picture books, they are always for colourful and full of energy, but as Boori deconstructed his text for us, I came to realise how many layers crafted his storytelling.

It wasn’t only his text, it was also his oral storytelling, his personality, his charisma and connection to the audience, that turned the moment into something special for me. Here was a man, who rose above all stereotypes of an indigenous person, who used words, pictures, humour and identity to confront the truth. but also to move forward from the past. As an experience it was a true gift.

Many people would be honoured to experience such a moment once in a lifetime, but I was given the gift of it twice, and twice in one day!

The last session of the day was with Willie Brim, also an indigenous person and the subject of connecting with country, culture and history, to uncover the inaccuracies, clichés and tokenism of Australian history and our treatment of indigenous since European settlement.

Willie discussed how indigenous are always portrayed as hunter gatherers when in fact they closely managed their land. He spoke about the indigenous connection to land and how white settlement disrupted and perverted that connection.

The entire time I sat enthralled by the passion of those men, and at the same time I couldn’t help reflecting that there is so much emphasis on introducing multiple intelligences and new literacies, such a oral and visual literacy to the school curriculum, and yet it has been present in the Australian indigenous culture for thousands of years!

Western culture prides itself on superiority and claims of being at the pinnacle of human civilisation, but in many ways, we are really at its lowest ebb, as we have separated ourselves from our environment, privileging the individual over community.

Consider, if the power went off for a month, how would we survive? Superior? I think not.

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a not so natural environment

I am sitting in business class on QANTAS as I write this post. I was given a glass of water, no doubt taken from the highest Himalayan springs, before take off; a glass of Riesling before dinner, more  water with dinner ( and the option of more wine) and an after dinner coffee – all in the space of an hour. Now, I realise that I will probably need to visit the toilet before we land, but I am sure that people in business class never have a bodily function (if they do, some poor steward takes their bladder to the bathroom for them, very Prince Charles and his valet holding the specimen jar) and so I don’t want to betray my working class origins by tottering up the aisle. (The wine and coffee have combined to give me a head spin).

This is the first time I have ever travelled in business class. Mr FD was generous enough to burn up many, extra frequent flyer points on my behalf so that I could have a direct flight after leaving the conference. Even I have to admit that he can be nice, occasionally. I mean that I admit it occasionally, not that he is nice occasionally, except that is true too, he is only occasionally nice, but perhaps more frequently than I. No, I am nicer than he.

I thought I was holding my own, assuming the position so to speak, until it came time for dinner, and the steward had to explain where my tray was located – in the left arm of my seat (oh my and I have acres and acres of seat, with more positions than the kama sutra!). I mean, in my natural habitat of economy, way, way back in the bowels of the plane, the tray is adhered to the back of the seat in front; how was I know that we people who live in the environs of business class can be offended by the sight of an upraised tray and so it must be hidden from our delicate sight?

I murmured something about “always forgetting” but he knew, and I knew that he knew, so the whole charade was blown. I guess there is a first time for everything, and I have lost my business class virginity in a very public manner. You can take the girl out of the working class, but you can’t take the working class out of the girl

A day in the north

Fly from Brisbane to Cairns and there in time for breakfast! Of course, it did mean getting up at 3am to make a 6am flight, and two and a half hours sitting silently between two men, one built like a mining truck and the other hiding behind his hoodie (I started to suspect that he had smothered beneath his own hood, until his hand went up beneath the hood to deliver a fruit mint. I knew it was a fruit mint because I could smell the flavour, orange), but the breakfast and pot of tea at the hotel took the edge off of any remaining pain!

Breakfasting in Cairns!

First impressions of Cairns?

A large country town nestled between the mountains and the sea.

Tropical colonial architecture.

Adelaide is the capital city of the state of South Australia; a long way from Cairns in Queensland – the era of the steamship!

The nicest smelling hotel I have ever stayed in!

Free plug ….hint, Mr Pullman.

My television had a personal welcome message for me.

The best stocked mini bar I have ever seen (and prices to match)

yes, top left is a pack of condoms…NO!

The most comfortable hotel bed I have ever slept in!

Huge pillows, and a pillow menu!

All the staff appear to be foreign and I spent my time misunderstanding most of what they said and nodding my head as if I understood (I have no ear for accents, my deficit not theirs!)

All the food is over cooked and dominated by MEAT! Everyone must be on a protein diet!

The city looks depressed with vacant store front after store front.  Where have all the tourists gone?

tropical flora

Spa bath with a view of the television, right next to my bed!

a flying Flamingo Dancer!

Today I fly to the northern city of Cairns (GOF‘s roaming lands) to attend a librarians’ conference. I shall be away until Thursday night, and who knows,  with the partying and bed hopping and all, I may not be in the mood to blog until Friday.  Stay calm and adore me in the meantime… perhaps try knitting something if the stress gets too bad.

And think of the lucky people who get to sit beside me for 1707 km on the plane!

From: Cairns QLD To: Brisbane QLD

a hair’s breadth

There I was minding my own business at the hairdressing salon, trying to stretch my small reserve of nice until I could retreat back into the Flamingo Dancer chateau, when I innocently mentioned that I was attending a librarian’s conference next week … and everyone laughed.

Librarians can be fun people.

Really.

You just wait and see.

The tigers of wrath

Earlier this week I attended a conference. I didn’t know anyone there, and so ended up actually talking with the woman beside me, who was also solo. We had a lovely conversation about meditation. She told me in detail how she mediates and goes to a Buddhist centre for classes, and how the process has given her great rewards and a new sense of peace.

So, I was somewhat surprised how, now that the ice was broken between us, she made nothing but negative, angry comments beneath her breath for most of the day. She seriously needed some quiet time. I hate to think what she was like before she started meditating!