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Walking the past in the present

Pearlz Dreaming

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Time is a culturally bound construct. We may, based on what culture we are born into, think we move chronologically, but in many cultures we carry the memory and ancestors with us in stories, songs and myths and a belief in the presence of spirits.

The past walks with present and the present with the future.

We can use our memory, past, wisdom to assist the present if only we pay attention to it.

In writing of lands I have lived and traveled through in an organic and intuitive process I find connections that make a spiral, even a circle, rather than a straight line.

Whilst we physically can’t change the past our understanding of it can dramatically change based on the patterns we find there.

I like the idea of spirals more than circles because in a spiral you can progress even as you seem to circle back to…

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History in the Building at the National Museum of Singapore

Yvonne is beginning to explore her new home in Singapore.

Stumbling Through the Past

I find buildings interesting, not the rectangular glass and concrete blocks which plague cities world-wide, but buildings that have a story. The building may demonstrate thought in its design or it may have been a place where people made stories which changed their society at the time or which we are interested in today.

The building housing the National Museum of Singapore is one of those buildings. On the weekend we travelled through the concrete and glass buildings that dominate the roads of Singapore and there it was – a statement of Singapore’s British colonial past.

White building with dome on top. The National Museum of Singapore.

It was opened in 1887 and has been extended and modified several times since. Most recently it was closed for over three years in the early years of this century for extensive renovation and expansion.

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Islands and Dolls – the Aunties of my childhood

Memories of wonderful adopted Aunties.

Following the Crow Song

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Agatha walks Flinders island, her grey hair wrapped in a bun and her footsteps purposeful and free.  Dagmar lives in the city with a room full of collectable dolls and makes delicious cups of tea.  Both are amongst the aunties of my childhood, as my mother’s sisters were unknown.

Dagmar was a dress shop owner who made cucumber sandwiches for feast.   Many Ayyam-i-ha celebrations she gave packages of dresses to my mother for me.

I loved those dresses as they were so unique.  Each one had its own personality.  One was my Heidi dress.  I liked that when I spun in it the circle skirt twirled; it seemed to be made for dance.  Another dress was very long and had a checked pattern and ruffles on the sleeves.  It made me feel like I could time travel, like in the time travel books I was into reading at the time.

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