Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Choice
I have woken up stargazing
For these women are amazing
Generous in their words and works
Inviting others to the stage
The fires that you start
With your minds and with your art
Ignite in us the courage
To tell stories from the heart
Chorus
Comedians, singers,
Activists, writers,
Designers, mothers,
Doctors, all-nighters,
Bloggers and shockers,
Bold fire-lighters,
Ashes to ashes,
Oh how you unite us
Thank you, thank you for daring
Where have I been til now?
My first mentors knew not how
But I’m listening up and choosy
In the choices I empower
Music, language, dance
Showing up, taking chances
Daring greatly, making time
For our creative romances
In Total Darkness or in a Very Large Room, Very Quietly
Connection in our openness
Humour in our confessions
Amazed at your dynamisms
Let fly our imperfections
A life where I do what I want?
And give my loves to others?
Where money doesn’t choose my path?
Where money doesn’t cross my heart?
Hadn’t noticed money ruled me so
Felt I was free and self-directed
But am I really doing what I want?
What me have I rejected?
Have been in a dark room of sorts
Not daring to look at what could be
But through the windows of my walls
I find other ways to do and be. I live, I see
I can write and teach, learn, perform
I can tour, speak, host and birth
I can give, be one of these women I admire
Get more from myself in my time on Earth
Who taught me to settle for less
And why the fuck did I listen?
I may have another six, seven-year lifetimes
I can start anything in this time!
I can continue my work as a singer songwriter
A writer of stories and journeys and time
A creative rising, talents evolving,
Meeting entirely new ones in time
Gutted
Once upon a time there was a young girl called Juniper who lived in a house with her family and lots and lots of books. Juniper was not well and had to spend the greater part of her day in bed. She loved to read and she loved her cousin Vi who would sometimes come to stay during the school holidays. She didn’t love Vi’s taste in literature however.
Every morning during her stays, Vi would wheel in the mobile library and select a book for Juniper and every morning after Vi left the room, Juniper would disregard the book offered her and reach across to choose one of her own liking.
She would open the first page and begin the routine of summoning an image of Morgan Freeman siting on the end of her bed and smiling at her. Once she had convincingly carried her imagination to a place beside Freeman, she would silently read the words hearing them in his soothing voice.
One day Juniper decided to write a letter to Morgan and confess her love of him and her ritual of being with him in literary union each morning. She went on to tell him of her passion for words and dreams of one day meeting him. What she didn’t know however, was that Vi had an equally intimate regard for Freeman and plans of her own for real life contact.
Because of that, there were certain events playing out that neither girl was aware of. Vi had in fact written her own letter to Morgan telling him about her passion for literature and all things Morgan Freeman. She went on to embellish several detail of her own life one of them being that she was a budding actress but had had to put her career on hold as she was full time carer for her dying cousin who she nursed in their home in Carlton, Melbourne.
And because of that, when both letters arrived at Morgan’s home on the same day, baring the same return address, but from two different senders, he was very curious to know their contents. What is going on here? He wondered.
Until finally, he realised he was receiving letters of a fabricated nature. He was so amused and taken by the gestures that he decided to join the game. He wrote each of the girls a letter of his own, requesting a visit to their home in person, but he asked that it be kept strictly secret from absolutely everyone so media wouldn’t get wind of it…