I want to read more utopian stories. People use their imagination to share how the world could be better. Fearless mental experiments that pave the way for imagining a better future to point the arrow at, rather than all the grey ugliness that seems to create an overcast outlook.
I visited A Better Life for Foster Kids in Sale in the second week of the holidays so my mum could drop off the crocheted rugs and dolls she had made. I love their work, packing up little suitcases with things a child will need. Care delivered by women on a volunteer basis.
At the building the organisation works in, there was this massive mosaic hanging over the stairwell.
The plaque said it was designed and executed by the Sale Technical College, first-year arts students in 1963. It’s an historical artifact of the colonialism and patriarchy of our region. However, there was in a regional area an arts course in Sale able to do this over 60 years ago. Now, with our abundance and “improvements”, we have no formal arts education in Gippsland.
School holidays incoming. I love Autumn, and this time of the year always feels very sacred and special to me. I’m looking forward to the time and space. My little mission for April’s blog post is to gather some bright futures to share.
I’ve read all the Iris Beaglehole books. I’m reading The Crone of Elders Blaze and read “More ordinary moments to protect.” It feels too relevant and stabs at me a little. Things have got edgy, not fast in hindsight, but a creeping, hectic pace of life that makes stopping to think an act of bravery, for me anyway.