In Memoriam

Last night a great man died.
His stage name was Terry Heath, and he was a musician. He played trumpet, but many other instruments as well. Remember Paul McCartney's song "Penny Lane"? Now do you recall the magical, soaring piccolo solo that transforms the song? That was Terry on the piccolo. He was paid the princely sum of 40 pounds for that session.
Terry knew and played with all the jazz greats - Dizzy Gillespie, Fats Domino, Louis Armstrong, to name just a few. Louis considered him a personal friend, and visited him whenever they were in the same city. He had a great love for life, and lived it vividly.
Terry moved to Australia in the 'sixties, and performed widely with his band "The Cotton Club". More recently, he was content to live with family and be an inspiration to his young grandson, an aspiring musician.
Last night, Terry lost his long battle with illness, and passed on. He was surrounded by his family.
So long, Terry, and thank you for all the music.

Who Am I?

Ever wondered who you are when you're just by yourself? What your limits are, who you can be, what holds you together to make you you?

Who Am I?

Who am I?

Am I more

Than the things I do?

Who am I?

Can I be

More than I show you?

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When the party's over

And the guests have gone

In the midnight stillness

Where do I belong?

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Who am I?

Am I here

Only for the fun?

Who am I

When I fly

Too close to the sun?

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When my wings have melted

And I hit the ground

When I'm bruised and broken

Who will be around?

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Who am I

When my lie

Hits me in the face?

Who am I

When I try

To cover my disgrace?

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If You really are there,

Help me start again.

And if You really want me

I sure could use a friend.

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They say that if I follow

As truly as I can

That You will be my mirror

And You will show me

Who I really am.

Copyright G. Gannon

Secret Spring Music, 2005.

Hold your self beautiful

This is for you. Don't believe the lie that you're inadequate, inferior, or worthless because you aren't perfect as you imagine perfection. You're beautiful. You're precious. You're loved. Now grow.

Hold your self beautiful

Hold your self beautiful,

Blemish and all;

Hold your self handsome,

Stand your full tall.

None can be truly you,

No-one at all -

Hold your self beautiful,

Blemish and all.

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Hold your self precious,

Diamond and coal;

Hold your self hallow,

New you and old;

Quilted, embroidered,

In subtle and bold -

Hold your self precious -

Diamond and coal.

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Hold your self heavenly,

Star dust and shine,

Breath of eternity,

Held in your skin;

Flesh and divinity

Like fingers entwine -

Hold your self heavenly,

Star dust and shine.

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Hold your self loved,

Golden and grey;

Cling to the essence

That can't fade away;

Hold to the promises

Newborn each day -

Hold your self loved,

Golden and grey.

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Hold your self beautiful,
Blemish and all;

Holld your self handsome,

Stand your full tall.

None can be truly you,

No-one at all -

Hold your self beautiful,

Blemish and all.

Copyright Geoff Gannon

Secret Spring Music, 2005

Permaculture garden

Exploring Jan and Ken's permaculture garden. The garden has paths which take the longest way between two points, providing glimpses of surprising plant life before wending down to a waterfall. A caterpillar is frozen in the act of breaking out of the ground - and is really a frond of fern.
The paths are named after Ken and Jan's grandchildren, who proudly display their piece of Eden to visitors.
Everything is lush, everything is green. Everything is compost.

Friendships form across continents as Jack meets Bethany.
 

Homechurch at Ken and Jan's

Relaxing and renewing at Homechurch with Ken and Jan. Eden claims the rocking chair. We learn all about Tim and Bron's trip to China, and discuss the gathering of homechurches at Street Level Community in Parramatta.

 

National Park walk

George feigns exhaustion; tree-hugger Jack; surviving the trek.

A sunnier day (Sunday!) and the bush changes personality. It's inexplicably colder, with strong shadows. The roos are shy but Jack is keen to make friends.

 

A full weekend

Lunch at the Blue-Tongue with friends; walking in the National Park; walking Zoe.

The National Park was amazing, with cloud-cover making the weather cool but not cold, the greys, greens and ochres more vivid because of the lighting. Steep walk down to the river, but worth the effort of climbing back.

 

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