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Ideas are bubbling away.

I’m dreamer. Always have been. But during exams it seems the dream-o-meter in my mind works overtime.

I think about my summer holidays. Shopping. The beach. Going out. Birthdays. Parties. Work. Cleaning. Fashion. Blogging. Intern-ing. Christmas. Europe. Writing. Secrets.

…and the list goes on. A long way on.

Right now I should be studying or writing my essay. But I missed SkippingStones and writing just for fun. So below I finally updated my review on Let Me In – the first negative review on this blog.

Who knows what my next post will be about, I sure don’t. I’m not short of ideas though! If you have a request for a topic in particular leave a comment and let me know.

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Now for a dose of poetry:

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and sails of your seafaring soul. If either be broken, you can but toss and drift or else be held at a standstill in the mid-seas.

For reason, running alone is a forced confining. Compassion unattended is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

~ Khalil Gibran

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A bit of cute:

Meet Tess. She is my friend’s Groodle. Isn’t she adorable? A cross between a Golden Retriever and Poodle, she’s very energetic with a dose of crazy. I love this picture because it encapsulates her cheekiness and kookiness.

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Last thought for the day: I am thinking of starting a new blog, or transforming this one and putting more of my identity to it. Give myself a name and getting my writing ‘out there’. I haven’t worked on building a readership or creating a niche in the blogging world but it’s something I’m thinking about.

What are your thoughts?

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It has taken some time to get around to writing about this pocket-sized book, and that is because reading it once isn’t enough. Seeing as it has sold over 12 million copies, Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl is bound to be in one of your bookshelves. If it is, I highly recommend fishing it out and having a squiz (that’s Australian slang for ‘taking a look’). Otherwise locate a copy in the nearest (online or physical) bookstore and pop it into your shopping basket.

Viktor Frankl chronicles his experiences of surviving in concentration camps during WWII and writes about finding hope and meaning when humanity seems at its worst. He details his psychotherapeutic method of finding meaning and explains three psychological phases of the concentration inmate’s reaction to this painful suffering.

The book is divided in two parts with a postscript added in 1984, ‘Experiences in a Concentration Camp,’ ‘Logotheraphy in a Nutshell’ and ‘The Case for a Tragic Optimism.’ I can’t say it was enjoyable reading about the horrors of camp life, the atrocities of the war and the degradation of fellow human beings. Nevertheless, this is an amazing testimony to the strength of human spirit and the tragic optimist who sees hope when utter despair and pain has broken so many others.

Frankl writes using an unusual combination of a personal and clinical style of writing, fostered by his practise as a psychoanalyst. He discusses his idea of meaning and explains his psychotherapeutic theory of logotheraphy.

In brief, according to logotheraphy meaning can be discovered by:
1. creating a work or doing a deed
2. experiencing something or encountering someone (such goodness, beauty, nature, culture, and loving someone)
3. the attitude we take toward unavoidable suffering

The meaning of life differs from man to man, from day-to-day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment… One should not search for an abstract meaning of life. Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life to carry out a concrete assignment which demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated. Thus, everyone’s task is as unique as his specific opportunity to implement it.

There is so much I can share about this book; the way it made my heart swell sometimes, or choke back tears at other times. The spiritual strength and belief which blossomed despite the repeated attempts to crush it. The reality check and renewed appreciation for my own life. And the feeding of my hunger and longing to search for meaning and becoming a better person.

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I picked up a poetry book last week and I began to miss reading and learning about it.

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It’s been a busy week and I began writing three different posts, without actually finishing any of them. Writing can be a delightful experience for some, while it’s a hair-raising horror for others. I probably lie somewhere in between the continuum, because for me it’s an expressive mechanism and a learning process which still needs a lot of cultivation and hard work.

I came across a website for author Jerry Jenkins,  who expresses some of my feelings about putting pen to paper (well…typing on the laptop):

Do you love writing?

Actually, what I love is having written. I find writing particularly grueling, but I do enjoy the editing and re-writing that makes each project work…

Here is an article about making changes and daily routines by Trudi Drewitt. Hopefully my writing will develop into a habit, but one that doesn’t become stagnant and thoughtless.

Click on each page and zoom in to get a larger image (so you can read the article!).

What are some habits you have/would like to change?

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Hello fellow SkippingStoners (oops, that doesn’t sound too good!),

As you saw by my last post, I’m back! Yes, I know it’s been a while. I know I know, I vanished without a trace, no explanation or anything.

I was kidnapped by evil bandits and held for ransom. It took my friends and family almost 2 months to gather the total amount the bandits had demanded and once they paid them back I was set free. They refuted my pleas for internet access, lest I send out an SOS to you and/or others.

Alright, the story didn’t quite go like that. The evil bandits were called “life” and the ransom money was my sanity. Or something like that.

Thank you so much to those who kept visiting and a special mention goes to Ratz who almost sent federal agents in search of me. I have loved your comments (what blogger doesn’t like comments!?) and I hope to keep giving you a reason to come back here.

You might be wondering, what next? You have seen some of the posts I’ve written in the past, and there will be more to come.

  • Latest and Greatest series (does one post classify as a ‘series’?)
  • Article reviews (because I read a lot of articles)
  • Pretty Pictures + Quotes Post (why keep them all to myself?)
  • Day-to-day observations, musings and imaginings
  • Article-style posts on events I attend and/or media work I *fingers crossed* manage to find
  • Snapshots captured here and there (and over there)
  • Movie reviews etc.
  • Guest posts (this is a call out to friends, other bloggers and writers)
  • Creative creations and thoughts (I will try to restrain myself from posting too many quotes, but I love them!)
  • …and there might be a few surprises along the way 😉

I aim to post once a week, give or take. I realise the internet is a very fast medium, so please be patient with me, for I did say it was the ‘pitter patter’ of my return.

Please leave your comments for feedback (constructive criticism is welcome), your thoughts, ideas, discussions and whatever you may fancy.

And now to leave you with a little thought…

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Nature Beckoning

Sitting here on my handy netbook, with facebook, twitter, therealsydney (good blog) and news.com.au opened up in different tabs, I look out the window of the library and think about the last time I revelled in the natural outdoors. I believe it was in the year 2003, I was walking alone in the dark, looking for a place to start again…

Alright so it wasn’t that long ago, and I just ripped off the lyrics from “Once Upon a Broken Heart” by the Beau Sisters.

Nevertheless it has been a while since I went outside just to enjoy nature. Sure I played some outdoor sport last week, but there is a difference between a soccer field, all cut and marked with lines, to the fresh air of a park, or local lake/reserve.

The last time I saw an animal was yesterday; if you include insects as animals! I was eyeing a cricket as it scuttled around a bench. My heart was beating quickly, with anticipation for when it would jump. It doesn’t take much more than a cricket jumping to scare me. Ok, so minus any insect encounters, the last animal I played with would be my friend’s gorgeous dog (a Groodle) called Tess, and that was over a month ago.

The photograph above was taken 1.5 years ago in my local area. I used to go for walks with my friend (we still occasionally do this). We visited the graceful swans and their brood and one day we came back and they were all grown up!

It’s time I get back out there and spend a good hour or so outside, as often as possible. It is so easy to get sucked into the computer, especially as a blogger and net surfer!

When was the last time you interacted with nature?

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– This photograph was taken on a winter vacation somewhere in the country or mountains. I love the crisp, fresh air of the country/mountains and it has been months since I’ve spent time in such an open space, as you would have read here will read about soon.

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