Thursday, June 28, 2012

Stuck in the Middle Again

Okay, so I lied, stretched the truth, changed my mind, any and all manner of perceptions can and will be tolerated by this social scientist...because I'm stuck in the middle again...not going anywhere, staying in Christchurch and continuing my education in physical earthquakes on one hand and mental earthquakes on another.

July 9th, I start at Lincoln University for my Masters in Social Science. I will be setting up a studio/gallery/home office I shall call
The Comfort Zone
wherein I will communicate, study, write and paint my way out of
The Red Zone
For those not privvy to
The Red Zone
that would be the parts of Christchurch that are merely a memory from not just the after effects of 10,000+ earthquakes and aftershocks, but by the army of professional naysayers that have controlled and destroyed what was left of our central city and certain other areas deemed not merely impassable, but out of the control of the masses at large...'We the People'.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Moon Beams


Here's peaking at the full moon through the trees outside my window...and, trying to capture it with all of its intensity on the street without a tripod...

Friday, May 4, 2012

Debriefing a Magnificent Journey


This has always been my primary marker and to see it set before me was the highlight of this journey. I feel it now more than ever because for two weeks I spent all my time being entertained by angels...

Angels are everywhere...this is what I must never forget when my friends or I stand in the fire surrounded by wasps:


There is a time to fight back and those times feel very clear when you witness a dear friend swell up from a bite that threatens their existence. There is a time to burn things down...and then, there is a time to renew. No one knows this better than each new day that uses light to deploy its message...


I am here, a lonely sillouhette upon the horizon, but the day will bring even more light and better perspectives if you are patient, and even if you are not...it comes...


And then, you may focus on the Birdsong...

Monday, April 9, 2012

Waking up

Woke up, got out of bed, had this overhead
So I went downstairs and what did I find on the other side of the driveway, but ahhhh...
The moon giving a sideway glance at the new day upon me...
And then the whole world went brilliant right before my eyes...MAGIC!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Easter Sunday

It is not hard to believe in a resurrection when my perspective of such is allowed to include all my dead relatives who fly over my head every day of the week I chance to remember to LOOK UP, LISTEN INTENTLY AND INTERNALLY and admit that they are all still here inside me. I come from a family of bird lovers. Each of my dead relatives comes to mind when I see or hear the presence of the birds that surround me. Angels they are, flying by and chirping out the good news about life and death, pretty much the same thing. And, every now and then, I spy one of them watching me intently from a camouflaged position, sitting on a fence post, or nestled amongst the green leaves. There is nothing dead about any of my dead relatives. In fact, they are more mobile now than they use to be when I invisioned them living in a particular spot on this planet. Now, they fly all over the world and wind up anywhere and everywhere I go when I decide to remember them. Easter is a good time to remind us to remember, but I don't remember them because of Easter, in fact, I tend to avoid what most people do with Easter, having turned it into a massive consumer culture for buying new clothes and showing up once a year and regurgitating other peoples myths. I wake up with the birds every morning and hear my supposedly dead father tell me to distance myself in order to see the bigger picture, my supposedly dead grandmother worbles: 'This too shall pass' and my supposedly dead grandfather reminds me to do everything I have to do with a smile because I have to do it anyway. With all that at the beginning of every day I never have an excuse to mark a single day as special because they all are, just like us.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Saved by a Second (now Fourth) Opinion

Saturday morning, a more mature and less randy engineer came and inspected our property and said what we already knew...'The proverbial @#*! house' is what we have here. Fortunately, this engineer has been around about five to six times as many years as the young man who scared most of the other occupants off the property. It was a very close call, but had we not acted with some sort of resistance, we could now be paying mortgages on a spot reduced to rubble with nowhere to live for two to five years...WOW...it pays to be older and a bit fiesty! All is well for the moment...no red stickers and no action to drop the building. Nature may have something further to say, but for now, the cracked walls are as solid as they come.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Thoughts for Today

I decided that I was not going to live in fear anymore, after being frightened as much as one can and still be amongst the living, it seemed like it would be an easy thing to do. But, it is not.

Everyday I have to fight back fear of an altogether different kind than when I was a child left in a dark room with only my own imagination, or running around in flight mode after being shook near off the planet. Now, every day, no matter how hard I try to filter what and how much fear I am subjected to, it is mediated AT me through other peoples televisions, movies, the internet,cell phones and now, an onslaught of competing engineers, insurance agencies and politicians trying to run for cover in case of another major earthquake.

We are all now, for the most part, interconnected and fully entrenched into a network of fear. However, I remind myself of this blog title "I Decide" and then, I decide to over-ride the fear with only one way that works for me...I read, think and write.

Writing works to dispel much of my fear because in the act of writing about anything it requires a great amount of reading and thinking and living first, researching of the most important kind, personal experience and the act of thinking about others experiences with enough energy and effort to block out most emotion. Fear is an emotion that is happiest inside a mind unoccupied by anything worthwhile.

Lately, I have begun to read different material than what I was so preoccupied with in the past. I have found myself lacking in reading journals and books from the scientific community and have been wading around in very hard to understand books and journals that make me THINK hard in order to understand what is written. This has had the most profound effect upon removing the fear that tries to attach itself to me while I am living in Christchurch, a city beseiged by underground monsters and aboveground monsters called politicians, insurance agencies, engineers with conflicting statements and buildings everywhere that demand strict attention before entering.

I was just getting a real handle on this when I was asked to allow another set of engineers through the flat that I am currently living in and writing from. Within a few hours they decided that they do not deem this place safe enough and all of us should evacuate immediately. I asked them what I was to make of the other three engineering reports that said this flat was built like the proverbial #!$* house and they looked at me blankly and said, well, a building built in 1900-1920 could not withstand another big shake and my building would be inclined to collapse. When I told the very young and smart engineer that this building was in fact built in 1949 after the major earthquake in Napier in the North Island and to the codes required for major earthquakes and had already experienced the largest earthquakes and was thereafter deemed solid as the proverbial #!$* house by several other prestigious engineers, he simply said, well, I wouldn't live in it and we are going to request everyone vacate. Methinks this engineer might be a fear monger.

At this writing, I and one other are still here. Everyone else has fled. I am waiting for another engineer to show up this morning, along with my friend with a drill to do some structural testing to these walls that everyone is just guessing as to whether they are reinforced or not. I have been inside this building during some fairly decent aftershocks and never felt in danger. However, I am fighting a ticking clock to save my haven, my home from the fear based extrapolations by a group of engineers that were not even smart enough to know what age the building was, and then...the very smart and young engineer also told me, well, anything built before 1970 is now pretty much suspect...I think he needs to go back to engineering school with generalized statements like that!

Well, I've gotten that off my chest. It will prove interesting to see how this works out. It is important to get yet another appraisal as I have had three groups tell me safe, one now tells me no, do I listen to the no because I choose to be afraid, like the others that split out of here last night, all young, all without any questions of their own, all use to looking at professionals as if they all know what the heck they are talking about...

All I can say now, is the fear I struggle with today is the fear that is so contagious with others that it affects my ability to make my own educated choices about whether my home is safe enough and not having to operate on one no against three yeses...I will decide after today's outcome with people I trust.

If CERRA gets here based on the last report before I can furnish an alternative...none of us will have any choice but to vacate and the building will be pulled down when they get around to it and all of us owners will still have to pay our mortgages because some young and smart, but not very bright man gave one conflicting and fearful view.