Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Religious bigotry

I'm a little perplexed at the outrage about people's religious beliefs. I grew up in small town Australia in the 1970s when having the local Anglican minister as your father was a fate worse than death. I'm entirely serious. I was treated like the greatest pariah, as if I had two heads, three feet and a large green tongue. I didn't choose to have a father who was the local Anglican rector. I wasn't ashamed, but I was perplexed that it appeared to mean so much to other people. Fast forward and Australians are treating people from different religious backgrounds with a mix of contempt and abuse. I don't agree with it, but it doesn't surprise me. Australians, in my experience, are capable of hating anyone and everyone with religious beliefs. They hated me as the daughter of an Anglican minister, they hate the Prime Minister, Tony Abbott, mostly because he has a strong Catholic faith. Maybe Australians need to look at their long-term prejudices before they express their hatred for Muslims. If my experience is anything to go by, religion has nothing to do with this, but small-minded bigotry has much to do with how sick our society is. I don't like going to Australian Parliament House (A building I have visited and worked in over the past 20+ years) and now see police with automatic weapons. That is not the Australia I know. Let's share the love.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Spring equinox

I should be jumping out of my skin because it is officially spring but I feel so dark tonight my mood could blot out the stars. I had a lovely day, having lunch with the clown doctor Jean-Paul Bell and Maggie Haertsch. Together these two sparkling people bring much joy to the lives of thousands, through the Arts Health Institute. There is nothing wrong in my life, apart from a lack of cash, which is nothing unusual, but my mood is dark.

That's the thing with depression. All can be going swimmingly but the black fog descends. I would like not to have it, but that doesn't seem to be an option.

I remember years ago working on The Sydney Morning Herald and a particularly obnoxious person-in-charge kept telling me to be more "enthusiastic". If only idiots like that realised that some people are bursting with pride at their work but have depression.

Luckily my current boss is way more enlightened.

So I do all my therapies including walking, reading, writing, painting and sewing and hope to keep the black fog at bay. I had a beautiful visit from a girlfriend last night and we talked and laughed like we always do.

Tonight I am doing my astrology homework. This is a subject that has fascinated me for years and since I've been subscribing to Mystic Medusa my knowledge has expanded exponentially. My dear departed mother would say it was the work of the devil, but it isn't. It is an area of study that deepens with everything I read.

My other great joy at the moment is learning to paint. This really is life-changing. This is what I will do until the day I die.

You should all buy a painting before I get famous.