Susan Lily New Music
Monday 18 June 2012
Saturday 9 June 2012
The grand House - Part 3
"Margaret! Maaaaargaret!! Come quickly!!!"
"What is it Steven? Are you ok?" Margaret said, as she dashed into the sitting room.
"More than ok, I'm excited!" he squealed "Look at my plant! I've got a plant!!"
Sure enough, as she leant over the small box balanced on the windowsill, there it was. Small and delicate, just like Steven, yet it gave her hope. Steven had been ill for some time now and only a miracle would see him walking again. The Doctors had said he was a moderate case and would survive it but it meant each day was still rather precious.
You would think that peace across the globe would bring more joy than it had. The men had come home and women were there waiting for them and to resume their prewar lives, if they could. For Margaret it was a little harder since she and Steven were the last in her family. She had found work as a typist and was able to bring some home to do. That had become more and more important since Steven's sudden illness. They said it was an epidemic, that children everywhere were dropping like flies. Another blow to people across the globe who had lost young to war graves. There was no cure she was told.
She gazed at his smiling face and knew there was pain underneath. Oh, he'd put on a "brave little boy" face for her as much as he could. There were times when she caught him staring wistfully out the window to the garden he would never run around in again.
The window box had been a suggestion from the nurses at the infirmary. Perhaps, they said, if he had something to look forward to he might recover better. Her eyes were drawn to the small seedling that had risen from below the soil. The one that had been brave and tough enough to erupt from it's cocoon. She felt it was a start, albeit small. Steven's face and squeals of delight nearly made her cry.
As she turned to go back to her work Margaret shed a tear and smiled. It was moments like these that made everything else seem easier to bear.
"What is it Steven? Are you ok?" Margaret said, as she dashed into the sitting room.
"More than ok, I'm excited!" he squealed "Look at my plant! I've got a plant!!"
Sure enough, as she leant over the small box balanced on the windowsill, there it was. Small and delicate, just like Steven, yet it gave her hope. Steven had been ill for some time now and only a miracle would see him walking again. The Doctors had said he was a moderate case and would survive it but it meant each day was still rather precious.
You would think that peace across the globe would bring more joy than it had. The men had come home and women were there waiting for them and to resume their prewar lives, if they could. For Margaret it was a little harder since she and Steven were the last in her family. She had found work as a typist and was able to bring some home to do. That had become more and more important since Steven's sudden illness. They said it was an epidemic, that children everywhere were dropping like flies. Another blow to people across the globe who had lost young to war graves. There was no cure she was told.
She gazed at his smiling face and knew there was pain underneath. Oh, he'd put on a "brave little boy" face for her as much as he could. There were times when she caught him staring wistfully out the window to the garden he would never run around in again.
The window box had been a suggestion from the nurses at the infirmary. Perhaps, they said, if he had something to look forward to he might recover better. Her eyes were drawn to the small seedling that had risen from below the soil. The one that had been brave and tough enough to erupt from it's cocoon. She felt it was a start, albeit small. Steven's face and squeals of delight nearly made her cry.
As she turned to go back to her work Margaret shed a tear and smiled. It was moments like these that made everything else seem easier to bear.
Thursday 7 June 2012
The Grand House Short Stories - part 2 (fiction)
She sat there hopeful he would turn up as he had done
before. To see that half smile he gave
her yesterday would be nice. It had
warmed an otherwise cold day. She tried
not to be anxious or overzealous by pretending to write in her journal and sip
her coffee.
Looking up each time the door opened she found herself
becoming more and more despondent. He’s
not coming today, she thought. Like a known fact, her gut instinct told her she
would not see his warm eyes today. She
suddenly felt a little bit sad; all because he had glanced her way more than
once and smiled.
“Silly me”, she muttered as she shook her head and packed up
her belongings. Said goodbye to the
proprietor and ventured out into the cold. She hoped her mystery man was ok and
that the only thing wrong was their timing.
She hoped she would see him again so she could be brave enough to say
“hello” this time.
He raced around the corner like a demon and parked the
car. Damn! There she goes, back to the
warmth of her building. He had tried to
be there earlier; wanted to see her again.
Funny, he hadn’t meant to look at her the first time, but he did. Then he found himself looking at her again;
sideways glances whilst he waited for his lunch to be made. She always looked calm and serene and he
liked that. There was something else he
couldn’t quite put his finger on but suddenly he found himself back there every
day hoping to see her. Why he didn’t
talk to her, introduce himself, he did not know. What was he afraid of? All she could do was say hello or just stare
back at him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t
survived worse before so why was he suddenly too shy to just go over and say
hello?
He watched her stroll along the street gazing at the sky as though she had no
cares. He suddenly realised he’d held
his breath whilst watching her, and inhaled the brisk cold air into his empty lungs.
Pushing open the door he strode in and
ordered his lunch, hopeful that tomorrow she would be there long enough for him
to have the courage to say “hello”.
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Saturday 19 May 2012
Susan Lily | Butterfly | CD Baby
Hi Everyone!
the link below will take you to my original music for sale on CDbaby! woohoo!
Susan Lily | Butterfly | CD Baby
I'd love you to go have a listen and buy if it you like and or come and join me on Reverbnation or Facebook at the following addresses
https://www.facebook.com/SusanLilyMusic
http://www.reverbnation.com/susanlilymusic
Have a great weekend everyone!
cheers Susan
the link below will take you to my original music for sale on CDbaby! woohoo!
Susan Lily | Butterfly | CD Baby
I'd love you to go have a listen and buy if it you like and or come and join me on Reverbnation or Facebook at the following addresses
https://www.facebook.com/SusanLilyMusic
http://www.reverbnation.com/susanlilymusic
Have a great weekend everyone!
cheers Susan
Thursday 19 April 2012
Being an Adult
What exactly does “be an adult” mean? I was told today that I should "behave like and adult" because I "was one".... It had me perplexed because I actually thought I had been "behaving like an adult". Perhaps I was wrong though. So here are some examples of things adults have
done or do so you can perhaps help me figure it out.
Should "being an adult" mean I am someone who
·
ducks in and out of traffic instead of using the
pedestrian crossing
·
works in
a halfway house and gives so much love to those around her
·
steals from other people when they are out of
their home
·
refuses to take responsibility for their errors
in judgement because of their celebrity status
·
drives
within the speed limit and is more careful when they have passengers in their
vehicle
·
thinks
it’s fun to drive after a tonne of alcohol
·
bashes
his or her loved one simply because they feel angry about the world or
themselves
·
puts in a great deal of effort in the workplace
every day
·
pushes through a crowd because they feel they
are more important than everyone else
·
takes a dropped wallet to the police station
because they feel it’s the right thing to do
·
cares for their elderly parents and/or
grandparents on a daily basis
·
accepts
they have a terminal disease and tries to fit as much living in before it’s too
late
·
Is pleasant each day to those around them
These are just a few examples of some of the behaviour we
hear about in the news and see every day.
So, what does it mean to “be an adult”?
I’ll leave that one up to you.
Sunday 15 April 2012
The Power of a Compliment
The world is an everchanging place and yet one of the most common things we humans continue to share is a complaint. We just love to voice our angst at bad times, poor service, and unpleasant experiences. What we frequently don't do after we voice our complaint is actually DO something about it. To be honest, we are then contributing to the problem by not acting on what we have said.
I've been guilty of the above and began a campaign on myself awhile back to see if I could make a difference in a POSITIVE manner. My biggest beef is customer service and the lack thereof in so many retail outlets, especially the chain ones.
As recently as yesterday and this morning I have set in place the seeds that I hope will make a difference. In three instances the young people serving me where fantastic. So I made a point of telling them how happy I was. The instant change in their faces nearly hit me like a freight train on speed. All three smiled, and not just a little one either. Their faces beamed as though no one had ever complimented them before on their customer service in a good way.
In as much as people complain about the "young people" it is we "older" ones who need to re-inforce the positive rather than focus on the negative. Just try it the next time you go somewhere and the person, young or older, treats you well. See the difference it makes to their day and feel great that you had the power to help make that happen.
I've been guilty of the above and began a campaign on myself awhile back to see if I could make a difference in a POSITIVE manner. My biggest beef is customer service and the lack thereof in so many retail outlets, especially the chain ones.
As recently as yesterday and this morning I have set in place the seeds that I hope will make a difference. In three instances the young people serving me where fantastic. So I made a point of telling them how happy I was. The instant change in their faces nearly hit me like a freight train on speed. All three smiled, and not just a little one either. Their faces beamed as though no one had ever complimented them before on their customer service in a good way.
In as much as people complain about the "young people" it is we "older" ones who need to re-inforce the positive rather than focus on the negative. Just try it the next time you go somewhere and the person, young or older, treats you well. See the difference it makes to their day and feel great that you had the power to help make that happen.
Friday 13 April 2012
Taking a Leap of Faith
I was sitting out the front of my favourite cake and pie
shop eating my lunch. They make the most
delectable food ranging from mouth-watering pastries to great sandwiches and
rolls. The pies they bake have a lovely
thin crust which means you get more filling.
These beef and gravy pies are the best I’ve found in Melbourne and range
from the basic to the curry. The pasties
are to die for and their sausage rolls don’t leave you burping yeast for hours
after you ingest them.
I like their coffee too.
I’ve been in Melbourne long enough to know a good brew when I taste
one. The milk is never burnt and the
beans used are high quality. To top it
off they are the friendliest group I’ve come across in ages which also why I
frequent the joint. I know their names
and they remember every regular patron’s name (and there are many) along with
mine. In all it’s one of those rare gems
that you make sure you polish and look after.
So, it’s sad when you overhear people who decide not to go
in simply because of the cultural orientation of the staff behind the
counter. These guys had all but ploughed
in through the door stopping short when they realised the ethnicity of these people. I couldn’t help but ask them why they were
suddenly hesitating if they hadn’t eaten there before. They had assumed the food
would be "overpriced, terrible and of poor quality". After a bit more friendly chat about the
merits of trying something new I left it up to them to make the choice. After all, they could have gone to any of the
other places around the district. None
of which I will go back to, I might add.
The other places are staffed with skin colour and ethnicities that are a
bit more accepted in mainstream society yet for me provided shoddy service,
overpriced and poor quality food.
Sometimes it’s great to look beyond our fears and take a
leap of faith. The irony is that whilst
these two men were worried about inferior quality meat in the pies and possible
food poisoning they failed to understand their responsibilities for themselves. You see one was obese and the other was a
smoker.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
To FIGJAM or Not to FIGJAM
The whole idea that all people should be treated “the same” is simply the silliest thing I’ve ever heard. After working with the general public for as long as I have (and we won’t go there just yet lol) I can tell you that it’s far better and more productive if you treat someone in a manner that will “gain the best from them”. That means taking notice of their general demeanour from the moment you first make eye contact. I can now tell within a nanosecond what character type I’m dealing with when I call out a name in the waiting room. It’s actually funny really because most people don’t even realise their body is telling the truth that they try to hide.
The most fun are the overtly arrogant strangers; you know the ones who feel by their address, nationality, job status or FIGJAM status that they are simply way above the rest of us plebs. Its fun and it’s cute since whilst they are carrying on like a pork chop about how important they are things will happen to them that they don’t expect or realise. For instance, in a restaurant getting poor service and perhaps even food tampered with. No one wants spittle in their burger... or worse. Even more crazy than that is they miss out on a new experience with a new person. Here is an opportunity to start afresh since the person they meet does not know anything about their past and hence won’t judge them like those who do.
So the next time you meet a stranger in retail or hospitality etc take the time to realise that they may actually like who you are for those moments you spend in their company. Shake off the pretence, relax, and be polite and pleasant. Or you may wish to be as arrogant as you want to be as long as you can wear the consequences. After all, whilst you are being caught up in your own self importance the rest of us are out having the time of our lives.
Thursday 5 April 2012
Queen of Silly – Episode 876.333333333333
I think I
may have broken my brain. I just can’t
seem to work the touchpad on my mobile phone at the moment and consequently I
post comments on facebook or send text messages that really don’t say what I’ve
wanted to. The latest one was to a
fellow muso and I had wanted to say “kick ass tonight” and instead it decided that
what I really meant was “kiss ass”.
To be honest
I roared laughing when I saw my latest faux pas and maybe that’s why they
happen. Perhaps we need a bit more
hilarity in our lives given the chaos that surrounds us.
So prepare
yourselves for more impromptu silliness from the queen of silly. I guess that’s also one of my gifts to the
world. I don’t mind really; costs little
and gives so much...... so I’m told
Monday 19 March 2012
Newton's third Law and Friendship
We all know
when a friendship ends; most of us resist it and keep trying to maintain
it. These days I feel that is akin to
resuscitation on a corpse that is long cold.
So why do we do it? Is it because
we feel some kind of principle is involved?
The “how dare they” not want to be friends with us anymore? Or is it that we simply feel the need to not
be alone because we see that as being lonely?
I used to
try to hang on to friends in the hope they would stop being “reactive” (ie the
only contact from them was when they were contacted by me first). I now realise that is just not healthy. It can also hold you back from meeting
potentially better and more suitable friends because you are forever spending
your energy on people who are not really interested in returning that energy to
you.
Friendship
really should be like Newton’s third Law, which shows a certain amount of
balance. It states that for every action in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Being alone
is not lonely, but being alone in a “friendship” is. I’m glad I’ve taken the leap of faith and
moved on. The universe has rewarded me
for my courageous choice; and it will do the same for you if you ask it.
Saturday 3 March 2012
Believe we are Magic
Music is probably the most emotionally driven art form that
reaches the masses. A piece of music,
whether instrumental or song, can make you cry or lift you up. It can influence your mood in so many ways.
When you think about what will capture a massive amount of
appeal it’s not an easy feat to write a hit song. It has to have something in it for everyone
and considering how unique we are on a DNA level it’s amazing to think one
bunch of noise vibrations and frequencies mixed together with rhythm can
appeal. So when a song is written that
is infectious there will be those around who dismiss it. They will tout it as being “fluff” and “not
real music”.
For me, I like what I like and I’m not really that
influenced by what anyone thinks. The second
album I bought when I was a teen was Icehouse by The Flowers (Iva Davies). The third album I bought was by the Police – Regatta
de Blanc. For a long time I would tell
people about those two because they were far more accepted albums than the
soundtrack to XANADU. That was the first
album I ever saved for. Years later I
still love the music of Jeff Lynne and John Farrar and am not ashamed to say
it. That album and the movie copped a
great deal of flak yet I loved both. The
movie was great because I loved Gene Kelly and the music was fabulous because I
loved ELO and Olivia.
On Monday night I had the privilege to be in the fourth row
at Olivia Newton John’s concert at the Regent Theatre. The place was packed and a testament to her
appeal. We all sang along and clapped
and cheered. Here I was on a Monday night
out being entertained. I loved every
minute of it. From the sheer joy in her face to the pitch perfect notes
emanating from her body Olivia gave us everything.
I’ve barely slept. I’ve
managed to work a full week and be out at two great concerts. Both have merit even though they were at
totally different ends of the music spectrum.
I love that my appreciation of music art is wide. I think it will, in the long run, enable me
to be a better songwriter. How cool is
that? It’s Magic!
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