Sydney Street Choir in Alice
Today I went to the Todd Mall markets in Alice, as I sometimes do on a Sunday. But this was a very special occasion where I got to do more than buy my fruit and vegies and sign a petition or two and bump inot the odd person I know. This was extra special because I got to see the Sydney Street Choir and a couple of my old mates, Alan and Peter, from Rough Edges! We were all really excited to see each other!! Many big hugs while a woman doing a doco on the choir kept running around filming us and asking us how we knew each other. I reckon they’re making Alan shower more regularly on the trip. And Stephanie turned up too and we all had a bit of a reunion eating spring rolls from the Vietnamese stall. And the guys performed so well! I never saw them in Sydney. They put so much spirit into their performance. They really brought the songs to life. I was so moved I had tears in my eyes. I got to introduce Alan to our aboriginal neighbours who were at their usual market stall selling bush medicine made from plants on our property. It was lovely having my different worlds coming together. The guys are off to Uluru later in the week. We get everything here in Alice!!
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (1)The Forbes St Blessing (this time with picture!)
Well, as you all now know, Keith and I are in process of selling our green and purple cottage on Forbes St, Hornsby to the French’s. We are so excited that it will be staying in our Hornsby community. We have always had a very special feeling for that house and hold some precious memories of daily life lived there and special occasions celebrated there. It is so unbelievably wonderful that we will have some ongoing connection with it. For me, I have really had a sense of God giving more than I could ever have asked or imagined when the French’s said they were interested in buying it. My prayer is that that house will continue to be a place where community is valued, where all kinds of different people are welcomed, where stories and meals are shared ( not to mention the odd glass of wine), where trees are celebrated, where the importance of having a cup of tea on the verandah is never forgotten, and where the colour purple is always noticed (so as not to piss God off).