There was a crowd, but they've left. And we're alone with the noise that has gone; From an event to remember that week in September, when Dan and Lisa were wed.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Empty Chairs
There was a crowd, but they've left. And we're alone with the noise that has gone; From an event to remember that week in September, when Dan and Lisa were wed.
Just another flight?
Flight 777 from Melbourne to Perth yesterday might have been just another one of those flights back West. I have lost count of the number I have taken now as it is such long time since I first made the radical decision to live in Perth. I was a mere 20 years 
old then. So what was so different?
We started with a delay; some hold up in Sydney so I browsed the airport shops before settling in with my book.
I was quite snug wrapped in the soft and delicate light woolen shawl my niece had given me, booty from her buying trip in India. I really appreciated this gift more so once on board the aircraft. Just perfect to wrap around yourself to stay comfortable.
The movie had little appeal so I surf for music to play whilst I read and the flight was punctuated with the usual routine of the crew. The safety procedures clear then the meal coming along. I could hear snatches of sentences from beneath my headset as the food trolley trundled passed me to the place where the serving would commence. My thoughts came and went about the events of the last few days and my returning to my own.
The person who said she did not like her name. I wondered if the naming of a child is at times a task of the grieving who acknowledge a loved one passing by handing the name along.
My book refers to this happening and the next generation being bearers of a special person's name. Perhaps it is an expression of family connectedness, a name borrowed from other kin, or when denied a rebellion from that path. I decide I will look up the name of the woman who so disliked hers.
Today I have done this. Her name derived from various languages including Welsh and Greek. In sum this woman's name could be taken to mean " Blessed Torch Bearer for Peace". So a name not to be dismissed quickly.
I was pleased to find another meaning for my own name, I already knew it meant hope, the Arabic translation was generosity. It has been a gift to have a positive name.
I had just spent five days immersed in preparations for and the celebration of my eldest nephew's wedding. It was wonderful. I have now looked at the photos my brother has posted to me that show the many wonderful expressions: joy, pride, humbleness,gentleness and adoration that my nephew expressed.
I take a walk to the rear of the cabin to wait my turn, and catch a view of the southern coast line, clear as day. I had for the second time in this week seen the strip of sand and rock that clearly marked Cape Arid and the curve of Israelite Bay.
With so many flights before this was a special thing. I had mostly flown at night before and had this point of the journey marked only by the lights of Esperance. Only an hour until we land now.
It is warm balmy evening when we leave the terminal to be greeted by the efferverscent chorus of parrots chatter so familiar from many visits to this airport. I am home again.
It is the 16 September 2008 and not just another flight.
old then. So what was so different?We started with a delay; some hold up in Sydney so I browsed the airport shops before settling in with my book.
I was quite snug wrapped in the soft and delicate light woolen shawl my niece had given me, booty from her buying trip in India. I really appreciated this gift more so once on board the aircraft. Just perfect to wrap around yourself to stay comfortable.
The movie had little appeal so I surf for music to play whilst I read and the flight was punctuated with the usual routine of the crew. The safety procedures clear then the meal coming along. I could hear snatches of sentences from beneath my headset as the food trolley trundled passed me to the place where the serving would commence. My thoughts came and went about the events of the last few days and my returning to my own.
The person who said she did not like her name. I wondered if the naming of a child is at times a task of the grieving who acknowledge a loved one passing by handing the name along.
My book refers to this happening and the next generation being bearers of a special person's name. Perhaps it is an expression of family connectedness, a name borrowed from other kin, or when denied a rebellion from that path. I decide I will look up the name of the woman who so disliked hers.
Today I have done this. Her name derived from various languages including Welsh and Greek. In sum this woman's name could be taken to mean " Blessed Torch Bearer for Peace". So a name not to be dismissed quickly.
I was pleased to find another meaning for my own name, I already knew it meant hope, the Arabic translation was generosity. It has been a gift to have a positive name.
I had just spent five days immersed in preparations for and the celebration of my eldest nephew's wedding. It was wonderful. I have now looked at the photos my brother has posted to me that show the many wonderful expressions: joy, pride, humbleness,gentleness and adoration that my nephew expressed.
I take a walk to the rear of the cabin to wait my turn, and catch a view of the southern coast line, clear as day. I had for the second time in this week seen the strip of sand and rock that clearly marked Cape Arid and the curve of Israelite Bay.
With so many flights before this was a special thing. I had mostly flown at night before and had this point of the journey marked only by the lights of Esperance. Only an hour until we land now.
It is warm balmy evening when we leave the terminal to be greeted by the efferverscent chorus of parrots chatter so familiar from many visits to this airport. I am home again.
It is the 16 September 2008 and not just another flight.
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