And all of that for just eight cents a day

11 Jan

Alan Brough is playing brilliant music on my local ABC (and I suspect yours). Just now, he played something by the Front Lawn. I was listening to that when I lived in New Zealand, when all of my family – my grandfather, mother, father and brother – came to visit us and the mister and I moved our bed into the shed, because it was just a one-bedroom flat. And that’s the last time I saw my Mum.

That music really taken me to a different place. Do you know the place? The time? You know the feelings, I’m sure. When you think your body is filled with the spaces of people who aren’t there. But then you realise that really that space is more alive than any other part of you. These are the touches of relationships which were, and are, complex, but they’re the ones that have left you rich.

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6 Responses to “And all of that for just eight cents a day”

  1. river January 11, 2008 at 2:08 pm #

    My heart has many rooms………
    As does yours, I’m sure

  2. fifi January 11, 2008 at 4:45 pm #

    every moment has led us to this one.

    you articulate it exactly: that space is the more alive than any other part of you….

    that is lovely.

    I heard that also, such are the joys of national radio.

  3. suse January 11, 2008 at 7:40 pm #

    You’re just lovely 3C.

  4. tut-tut January 11, 2008 at 8:53 pm #

    Only you could articulate that feeling.

  5. blackbird January 11, 2008 at 9:08 pm #

    I know that place.

  6. Shula January 12, 2008 at 1:09 am #

    Babe,

    I definitely know the place.

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