Dear hearts,
Miss Mich would like to muse on opportunity and chance for this tete e tete.
It all came about when Miss Mich was thinking about our very own Captain James Cook. It was a certain amount of opportunity that lead Cook to being chosen as Captain of the voyage to chart the Transit of Venus. Setting sail in 1768 along with that playboy Joseph Banks to observe said Transit must have been exciting times. Despite the fact that Miss Mich is not really a cruise kind of girl..no Love Boat for her..there is nothing like the idea of adventure on the high seas...(a little trampoline love perhaps..)
The chance for Cook to become truly recognised as a sailor, navigator, chart maker as well as astronomer was his orders from the British Admiralty to discover and chart the Great Southern Continent – Terra Australis Incognita. One must send kudos to Cook across the centuries for his efforts, for if not for him Miss Mich would not be the patriotic Australian sportswoman she is so proud to be.
Whilst this is not meant to be a history lesson, (we shall save that for the Fourth Charm), one must also give a nod to the attitude of Cook and Banks to the indigenous folk of the South Pacific. In Banks own words “if we quarrel with these Indians, then we quarrel with angels”. Miss Mich loves this quote. Banks took the notion of a little island love even further by setting up home with a beautiful Tahitian girl back in the old Dart. Miss Mich does wonder what his no doubt comely wife thought of the whole pacific affair...
I suppose one could muse that Banks was taking a chance at an opportunity to good to pass up with his exotic island flower.
This brings Miss Mich to her own point of wisdom on the subject, for you Dear hearts. Where you see a chance – take it. When opportunity presents itself – go for it. Opportunities are the gifts that the universe offers you to take a chance on. Without these gems, we run the risk of missing out on experiences that will shape and change us, one would hope always for the better. Miss Mich would like to give you a snapshot of the list of opportunities and chances that she is working her way through. You may borrow these with love.
Lie under the stars in an open field
Go to a music festival and wear gumboots
Find the best Margarita possible
Indulge in a little sport under the full moon
Dance naked in high heels (even if you are a boy..)
Smell a newborn baby
Tell someone you love them
Travel
Inspire someone with your enthusiasm
Be romantic
Be foolish
Be noble at least once
Be charitable often
Be yourself always
Enjoy Thursday
With love and oppportunity
Miss Mich
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
May I tell you a secret?
Dear hearts,
After another glorious weekend on the water, sunning and daydreaming, Miss Mich began to ponder the question of our many lives.
As Gabriel Garcia Marquez has written, Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.
And that is just the beginning. We are all chameleons, some are just better at it than others. How many different faces do we show in the course of a day?
I do love this idea. We shift seamlessly from role to role, with the subtlety of a good priest or politician. What makes this shift easier is the perception of those to whom we present our many and varied selves.
For the majority, our public lives are our most conservative. When Miss Mich is sharing the pen love she is the epitome of professionalism. Her skirt is to her knee, her decolletage modestly covered and the only reference to sport is that of Nadal v Federer. Remarkably, negotiations are completed, the pens are still sold and the Big Kahuna and Churchill of the pen world is a happy camper. Miss Mich gently mentors her chickens with all the love of a mother hen and works with her colleagues in a most collaborative way. Decorum is well served and the business of business beetles away most efficiently.
Our private lives allow for some of our true nature to be exposed. In the cocoon of our family and domestic nests we are able to show the sides of ourselves that would most likely never be on public display. We fart, shout, lie about in hardly any underwear and are often less than polite to those we love and live with. Miss Mich herself has been known to emit noises that could be considered less than ladylike from areas considered less than public! The bright young things are in turn loving and loathsome and mother of the year spares no feelings by telling them so in a most direct manner.
It is our secret lives that interests Miss Mich the most. The whims, proclivities and desires that dare not see the light of day. Are not spoken of out loud, but dwelt on with eyes closed. Whether under the covers or simply under the cover of that public life, they do exist and whether we admit to them or not, we all have a secret life.
What do we do with this part of ourselves? Frank Warren has the best idea. Miss Mich is a bit miffed at Mr Warren as she wishes she had thought of the idea first.
postsecret.blogspot.com
Yes Dear hearts, on this very uber page you can read secret confessions from regular folk. Anonymous and honest. Miss Mich loves it. Post cards sent with confessions from simple to most exotic and beyond. Can you tell which is Miss Mich's?
The next most obvious question for Miss Mich is how many people actually live out their secret lives? It may not be as easy as simply wearing womens underwear under your policemans uniform, or sniffing womens shoes, or even letting down peoples tyres in the street. Miss Mich would love to know, anonymously naturelment, what naughty things people do, what secret lives they lead and the frisson of excitement that follows.
Enjoy Monday in secret.
With love and secret thoughts
Miss Mich
After another glorious weekend on the water, sunning and daydreaming, Miss Mich began to ponder the question of our many lives.
As Gabriel Garcia Marquez has written, Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.
And that is just the beginning. We are all chameleons, some are just better at it than others. How many different faces do we show in the course of a day?
I do love this idea. We shift seamlessly from role to role, with the subtlety of a good priest or politician. What makes this shift easier is the perception of those to whom we present our many and varied selves.
For the majority, our public lives are our most conservative. When Miss Mich is sharing the pen love she is the epitome of professionalism. Her skirt is to her knee, her decolletage modestly covered and the only reference to sport is that of Nadal v Federer. Remarkably, negotiations are completed, the pens are still sold and the Big Kahuna and Churchill of the pen world is a happy camper. Miss Mich gently mentors her chickens with all the love of a mother hen and works with her colleagues in a most collaborative way. Decorum is well served and the business of business beetles away most efficiently.
Our private lives allow for some of our true nature to be exposed. In the cocoon of our family and domestic nests we are able to show the sides of ourselves that would most likely never be on public display. We fart, shout, lie about in hardly any underwear and are often less than polite to those we love and live with. Miss Mich herself has been known to emit noises that could be considered less than ladylike from areas considered less than public! The bright young things are in turn loving and loathsome and mother of the year spares no feelings by telling them so in a most direct manner.
It is our secret lives that interests Miss Mich the most. The whims, proclivities and desires that dare not see the light of day. Are not spoken of out loud, but dwelt on with eyes closed. Whether under the covers or simply under the cover of that public life, they do exist and whether we admit to them or not, we all have a secret life.
What do we do with this part of ourselves? Frank Warren has the best idea. Miss Mich is a bit miffed at Mr Warren as she wishes she had thought of the idea first.
postsecret.blogspot.com
Yes Dear hearts, on this very uber page you can read secret confessions from regular folk. Anonymous and honest. Miss Mich loves it. Post cards sent with confessions from simple to most exotic and beyond. Can you tell which is Miss Mich's?
The next most obvious question for Miss Mich is how many people actually live out their secret lives? It may not be as easy as simply wearing womens underwear under your policemans uniform, or sniffing womens shoes, or even letting down peoples tyres in the street. Miss Mich would love to know, anonymously naturelment, what naughty things people do, what secret lives they lead and the frisson of excitement that follows.
Enjoy Monday in secret.
With love and secret thoughts
Miss Mich
Friday, July 17, 2009
Arms Across the Ocean
Dear hearts,
What is occupying Miss Mich at the moment you ask?
Sport...obvi...
That constant aside, a lovely few days was had with Miss Mellie and the lovely Afghan. Our generous captain, the Green Guru steered us on a northern course all the way to the charming Hope Isles. Amusements such as beach cricket, sunset drinks at the Yacht Club (read picnic table on the beach...v cute) and sailing the little skiff Calypso in 25 knots of breeze kept all busy until the next cheese platter and glass of something fruity.
There was something missing, however..an absence of little fishy's. Miss Mich as you know, has a great fondness for the little darlings. Perhaps it was a bit windy, perhaps they were off in other parts of that glorious Great Barrier Reef, after all it is school (of fish) holidays...
Speaking, Dear hearts, of the oceans inhabitants, it disturbed Miss Mich greatly to hear of the crisis in Sydney's North Head...penguins savaged by assailants unknown... Trust National Parks to step into the breach..snipers on point duty just waiting to take out the penguin persecutors!...true story.
This leads Miss Mich to the question of protection. When is too much too much?
There is the mandatory mantra that mother of the year sends the Bright Young Things out the door on a Saturday night with: “If it's not on, it's not on...” Obvi..
One could just say George W. Bush...nothing like a bit of overkill there.
It appears swine flu masks may have their place given the current global pandemic that Miss Mich has commented on previously, so no more taking the bacon there...
All these capital letter worthy subjects aside, one can only protect so much, can only hold one in one's arms so much. Miss Mich's songbird, her first born daughter, has flown for who knows how long. She of the many guitars, notebooks spilling poetry and concert tickets, notes and feathers - her memories and treasure. The child who thinks and debates and never backs down from an opinion. Who loses everything, who never washes up. Who sings like an angel and drives her mother crazy. Flying to explore and discover and hang out busking for her supper.
To her songbird, Miss Mich sends her love and protection. An etherial umbilical cord stretching across the ocean to keep her on track and safe. Yes Dear hearts, Miss Mich may be getting a little sentimental here, remembering her own odyssey at the same age across continents where Miss Mich found the seeds of the sportswoman she was to become, so with a small aggravation in her eye, we will never speak of this again.
Enjoy protection and Friday.
Love Miss Mich
What is occupying Miss Mich at the moment you ask?
Sport...obvi...
That constant aside, a lovely few days was had with Miss Mellie and the lovely Afghan. Our generous captain, the Green Guru steered us on a northern course all the way to the charming Hope Isles. Amusements such as beach cricket, sunset drinks at the Yacht Club (read picnic table on the beach...v cute) and sailing the little skiff Calypso in 25 knots of breeze kept all busy until the next cheese platter and glass of something fruity.
There was something missing, however..an absence of little fishy's. Miss Mich as you know, has a great fondness for the little darlings. Perhaps it was a bit windy, perhaps they were off in other parts of that glorious Great Barrier Reef, after all it is school (of fish) holidays...
Speaking, Dear hearts, of the oceans inhabitants, it disturbed Miss Mich greatly to hear of the crisis in Sydney's North Head...penguins savaged by assailants unknown... Trust National Parks to step into the breach..snipers on point duty just waiting to take out the penguin persecutors!...true story.
This leads Miss Mich to the question of protection. When is too much too much?
There is the mandatory mantra that mother of the year sends the Bright Young Things out the door on a Saturday night with: “If it's not on, it's not on...” Obvi..
One could just say George W. Bush...nothing like a bit of overkill there.
It appears swine flu masks may have their place given the current global pandemic that Miss Mich has commented on previously, so no more taking the bacon there...
All these capital letter worthy subjects aside, one can only protect so much, can only hold one in one's arms so much. Miss Mich's songbird, her first born daughter, has flown for who knows how long. She of the many guitars, notebooks spilling poetry and concert tickets, notes and feathers - her memories and treasure. The child who thinks and debates and never backs down from an opinion. Who loses everything, who never washes up. Who sings like an angel and drives her mother crazy. Flying to explore and discover and hang out busking for her supper.
To her songbird, Miss Mich sends her love and protection. An etherial umbilical cord stretching across the ocean to keep her on track and safe. Yes Dear hearts, Miss Mich may be getting a little sentimental here, remembering her own odyssey at the same age across continents where Miss Mich found the seeds of the sportswoman she was to become, so with a small aggravation in her eye, we will never speak of this again.
Enjoy protection and Friday.
Love Miss Mich
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Where there is Smoke...
Dear hearts,
It's time for the Third Charm. The Fireman. Funny story...
It was common on the weekends for the Bright Young Things to have their buddies for a sleep over. My darling boy would organise the troops and we would tootle down to Rose Bay to buy supplies for the long night of dvd watching ahead.
Whilst the boys beetled away stocking their baskets with sugar and carbs, Miss Mich decided fish would be just the thing for her supper. Imagine her delight when two firemen stepped up to the counter to order the exact same swordfish..Now Miss Mich is not a greedy girl and was more than happy with no more than one swordfish and one fireman at a time. A pleasant discussion ensued with the fireman extracting all the vital info from Miss Mich, sadly Miss Mich knew only the beachside location of the fireman's station.
Sitting in front of a saucy French film, (don't you love Arthouse cinema), Miss Mich decided to introduce herself to said Fireman. But how??
A letter of Introduction..how very Continental...
With the envelope sealed, the dilemma that now faced Miss Mich was no name to address. It was a simple matter of writing “Please pass this on to the Fireman who had swordfish for dinner”. Excellent.
The delivery was not quite so simple. Miss Mich found herself cruising past said fire station over the course of a few days. The envelope, meanwhile was beginning to look a little wilted and dog eared and Miss Mich was beginning to feel a little like a suburban (albeit good looking...obvi) stalker.
Something had to be done.
Fortunately, that week, Miss Mellie invited Miss Mich to play lesbians and go to see kd lang. The Opera House was the perfect setting to enjoy a few glasses of something fizzy and decide on the best collective term for said girls of a feather..sadly none are printable in polite company, but suffice to say we were in fits of giggles at the many and varied options. Oh all right...Batch of Buzzcuts, Fetch of Fannies and my own personal favourite Clutch of ...well you fill in the rest..
As we drove back to the East after a most amusing evening, Miss Mich finally found the courage to deliver the letter – Miss Mellie...After pressing what at first glance appeared to be the door bell, the whole of the Eastern peninsula was woken by the fire alarm. That certainly had the boys attention. Miss Mellie duly informed the now not so sleepy firemen that the letter must be passed on to the fish eating fireman in suspenders and big boots.
Suffice to say the fireman in question did in fact call Miss Mich and sparks were kindled. A very pleasant time was had stroking the fire and searching for hoses...
At the end of that particular summer, Miss Mich had her own personal saviour of the kitten on speed dial and a healthy respect for rescue techniques...nothing like a good game of “Save me, save me – my pants are on fire!”..
Enjoy Tuesday.
Love Miss Mich
It's time for the Third Charm. The Fireman. Funny story...
It was common on the weekends for the Bright Young Things to have their buddies for a sleep over. My darling boy would organise the troops and we would tootle down to Rose Bay to buy supplies for the long night of dvd watching ahead.
Whilst the boys beetled away stocking their baskets with sugar and carbs, Miss Mich decided fish would be just the thing for her supper. Imagine her delight when two firemen stepped up to the counter to order the exact same swordfish..Now Miss Mich is not a greedy girl and was more than happy with no more than one swordfish and one fireman at a time. A pleasant discussion ensued with the fireman extracting all the vital info from Miss Mich, sadly Miss Mich knew only the beachside location of the fireman's station.
Sitting in front of a saucy French film, (don't you love Arthouse cinema), Miss Mich decided to introduce herself to said Fireman. But how??
A letter of Introduction..how very Continental...
With the envelope sealed, the dilemma that now faced Miss Mich was no name to address. It was a simple matter of writing “Please pass this on to the Fireman who had swordfish for dinner”. Excellent.
The delivery was not quite so simple. Miss Mich found herself cruising past said fire station over the course of a few days. The envelope, meanwhile was beginning to look a little wilted and dog eared and Miss Mich was beginning to feel a little like a suburban (albeit good looking...obvi) stalker.
Something had to be done.
Fortunately, that week, Miss Mellie invited Miss Mich to play lesbians and go to see kd lang. The Opera House was the perfect setting to enjoy a few glasses of something fizzy and decide on the best collective term for said girls of a feather..sadly none are printable in polite company, but suffice to say we were in fits of giggles at the many and varied options. Oh all right...Batch of Buzzcuts, Fetch of Fannies and my own personal favourite Clutch of ...well you fill in the rest..
As we drove back to the East after a most amusing evening, Miss Mich finally found the courage to deliver the letter – Miss Mellie...After pressing what at first glance appeared to be the door bell, the whole of the Eastern peninsula was woken by the fire alarm. That certainly had the boys attention. Miss Mellie duly informed the now not so sleepy firemen that the letter must be passed on to the fish eating fireman in suspenders and big boots.
Suffice to say the fireman in question did in fact call Miss Mich and sparks were kindled. A very pleasant time was had stroking the fire and searching for hoses...
At the end of that particular summer, Miss Mich had her own personal saviour of the kitten on speed dial and a healthy respect for rescue techniques...nothing like a good game of “Save me, save me – my pants are on fire!”..
Enjoy Tuesday.
Love Miss Mich
Monday, July 6, 2009
This Little Piggy
Dear hearts,
Miss Mich has a friend. We shall call her Piglet. Whilst the name may appear strange and make one think of nursery tales, this little piggy is so named for her healthy appetite for all things yummy.
Sport, obvi. Nothing yummier. Piglet has been known to indulge for hours and days in the simplest of sporting moves. We dare not speak of her appetite for the more athletic and challenging...
When Piglet is in the room, look out fresh fruit, salad and swimming with all the little fishy's. It is best not to let her at the mirrored table lest she disgrace herself well beyond care. She is a very naughty girl.
But I do love her so. She is the antithesis of the super ego. She is the wild child, the renegade, the Bonny doing Clyde. She is the hedonist we all aspire to be. She willingly sits on the right side of Bacchus, sipping on cocktails and shaking her tail feathers.
When Piglet indulges, it is all encompassing. She may in fact go a little too far sometimes, but we all forgive her the moment she looks up with her wide eyed smile and asks so politely for just one more ....please...
There is a little Piglet in us all Dear hearts, and if there isn't then go find some. It is her ability to abandon herself to the pleasure at hand, to disappear into the moment and forsake all sense of reason that should be admired, for how arduous is life as a responsible, respectable everyday participant.
Whilst Miss Mich concedes that one cannot let Piglet have her head (lovely) all the time, it is important that she be allowed the freedom to provide the release. To liberate ones self from the structure of polite society and inspire a little ritual madness. A little ecstasy that allows one to transcend this day to day serious business.
Miss Mich is feeling a little light headed right now she must admit. The ink from the Nikko pens must be making her dizzy..either that or the promise of this evenings full moon. And you know how Miss Mich is when the moon makes its way full and luxuriant to its place above that beautiful Coral Sea.
Miss Mich advises some serious moon bathing tonight, a little howling and lots and lots of what ever floats your boat.
Enjoy everything and Tuesday.
With love and Bacchanalia
Miss Mich
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