Life’S INGREDIENTS
Naomi’s Blog
How do you blend your life? This is how I blend mine.
I found myself in Rockingham, WA this week, town of tasty banh mi, native ravens that start their wailing even before the yolk of sunrise has cracked over the horizon, & an inordinate number of massage parlours advertised by bright red neon lights. Meanwhile, other nocturnal animals - Quendas (bandicoot with a much cooler name) fossick about the undergrowth, digging holes perfectly sized for tripping in. I can’t believe I’ve gone 47 years not knowing about Quendas. I’m quite partial to a Q-name & visiting WA growing up, was always tickled by the name of the smiliest macropod in all the land - the Quokka. Quendas & Quokkas. How utterly delightful. Full marks to the Nyoongar people (traditional owners of the land) for their superb marsupial naming, & full marks to Rockingham foreshore for its equally superb sunrises. 🌻
Theme: a touch of sparkle. Actual theme: celebrating a decade of Global Sisters working towards economic security for all Australian women. I mean, ya start working for an organisation, & not 18m later you’re at a cocktail party at Admiralty House hosted by our Governor-General of Australia Her Excellency The Honourable Ms Sam Mostyn AC. Apart from Lord Tennyson, watcher of gift bags, I did not get to look at any other art. Nor dance to ABBA on strings. Nor did I have time to roll down the hill on the posh grass leading to a view of the Opera House. My astronaut pants & me were too busy swishing around that room meeting as many supporters, believers & backers of Global Sisters as I could. It was work people! I may not have made it into the GG’s official insta pics, but the book I wrote did. Global Sisters will use it in their conversations with change-makers & it was a tremendous honour to be trusted by the 70 women within to listen to their stories & honour them with words. The party was a glittering celebration of the extraordinary impact of being believed in, the immense power of
See ya term 2. Thanks for coming. To be truthful, the kids & I waved the white flag a coupla days early. I had a Work gig in Sydney & the easiest/safest/most humane way for me to attend was for all 3 kids to wag school & practice the moonwalk at my parents’ apartment instead.
At the athletics carnival did my son run faster than the speed of sound? Leap higher than a building 7 storeys high? Throw beyond the horizon? I’ll never know because I was focussed entirely on this race between 2 ducks who wandered onto the track & wouldn’t leave
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