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'May all beings be free of suffering and the causes of suffering.  May all beings attain enlightenment'.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2197580677103938272/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>jan.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14791994885355539468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S6OWCDl_1wk/SRJ7q8PCTpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QI88HzGbunM/S220/IMG_2489.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Bentenlaughing" /><feedburner:info uri="bentenlaughing" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQAQX86cSp7ImA9WhRbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197580677103938272.post-8924175885381187745</id><published>2012-02-09T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:55:40.119-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T21:55:40.119-08:00</app:edited><title>White Tara</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CmKskc3Iq-4/TzSayd7VAlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-Uwr8RSFEQg/s1600/Tara.jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CmKskc3Iq-4/TzSayd7VAlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-Uwr8RSFEQg/s320/Tara.jpeg.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
This beautiful painting of White Tara is by my cousin, artist Oona Carter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Oṃ Tāre Tuttāre Ture Mama Ayuḥ Punya Jñānā Puṣtiṃ Kuru Svāhā (Om Tare Tuttare Ture Mama Ayuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have taken the liberty of&amp;nbsp; including excerpts about White Tara from the Wikipedia link as below:&lt;br /&gt;
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'Tara is a tantric &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yidam" title="Yidam"&gt;meditation deity&lt;/a&gt; whose practice is used by practitioners of the Tibetan branch of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vajrayana" title="Vajrayana"&gt;Vajrayana&lt;/a&gt; Buddhism to develop certain inner qualities and understand outer, inner and secret teachings about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mett%C4%81" title="Mettā"&gt;compassion&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shunyata" title="Shunyata"&gt;emptiness&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Tara&lt;/i&gt; is actually the generic name for a set of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhahood" title="Buddhahood"&gt;Buddhas&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodhisattva" title="Bodhisattva"&gt;bodhisattvas&lt;/a&gt;
 of similar aspect. These may more properly be understood as different 
aspects of the same quality, as bodhisattvas are often considered &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaphor" title="Metaphor"&gt;metaphoric&lt;/a&gt; for Buddhist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtue" title="Virtue"&gt;virtues&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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White Tārā, also known for compassion, long life, healing and serenity; also known as The Wish-fulfilling Wheel, or Cintachakra&lt;br /&gt;
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As one of the three deities of long life, White Tara/Sarasvati 
is associated with longevity. White Tara counteracts illness and thereby
 helps to bring about a long life. She embodies the motivation that is 
compassion and is said to be as white and radiant as the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tara_%28Buddhism%29"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tara_%28Buddhism%29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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White Tara courtesy of &amp;amp; copyright of Oona Carter 201.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/OracleOOna"&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/OracleOOna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A beautiful video and new&amp;nbsp; take on White Tara Mantra.&amp;nbsp; I like it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rK2tHqqb28Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rK2tHqqb28Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2197580677103938272-8924175885381187745?l=bentenlaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;For pals near &amp;amp; far...TUNE IN TONIGHT if you'd like to hear more about my collaborations with &amp;amp; for 'ARTERIAL FLOW'!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 'Not to be forgetting - an on air chat this very evening with Janice 
Slater talking about her work with Arterial Flow and no doubt much more.
 9pm Adelaide time / 9.30pm NSW. 93.7FM locally / &lt;a href="http://www.threedradio.com/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;www.threedradio.com&lt;/a&gt; elsewhere. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2197580677103938272-6743336755104560458?l=bentenlaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Mose...As I understand it, you're resident with your family in Santa Fe...but where did your musical journey begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mose:&amp;nbsp; Born
 in south Alabama on Dec. 31, 1949. My first musical memories were, my 
mother singing to me, and being dragged to the southern Baptist Church, 
where the white folks were were trying to sing "black" and they didn't 
even realize it. I didn't realize it either , at such an "innocent" age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; When did you begin playing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Mose:&amp;nbsp; It wasn't till my first band ,at age 15, did I acknowledge The Blue 
Eyed Soul Brother in me. All those folk songs my Mama used to sing me to
 sleep with, all had black roots. The "real" gospel singers were in the 
black churches. And here I was singing, Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, 
Sam &amp;amp; Dave, Percy Sledge, and don't forget James Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; What was the name of that band...what was the lineup...where were you gigging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mose:&amp;nbsp; One
 band was named "Sound of Six", another was"Brand X". My Brother Randy, 
played guitar. Mike Sisson on drums, Bill Moore-Bass, Bubba Carl 
Phillips- guitar, And the late Jimmy Edwards on keyboard. We played at 
local high schools and drunken, college fraternity parties. This was 
1965-66. We were a real "Garage Band". We drifted from R&amp;amp;B to 
playing the "hip" west coast sound. Slightly psychedelic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The reality of
 the uptight south made me flee at the age of 17. To much fear and 
loathing of different races, creeds, religions. All I could do was play 
guitar and I needed to do something with my life ,so I became a 
songwriter,lived in San Fransisco, played there and Northern California 
in small listening clubs and coffee houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Tell us about your jewellery making ...the stones you use...and the designs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Mose:&amp;nbsp; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;OOKAY,
 San Francisco was great for music. Music everywhere. But moving on was 
in the plan and I found myself living in a ghost town in&amp;nbsp; Arizona, on 
probation for
bank robbery.(search Mose McCormack hard enough and you'll find the 
dirty truth) My probation officer said he didn't like me playing guitar 
in bars and such. Had to get a real job. So I asked a friend to show me a
 couple of things on making jewelry. I'd hang
out with the Hopi and Navajo jewelers, learning traditional styles and 
methods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I fell in love with Turquoise. I grind/shape all my settings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Onward... I
 heard all about Santa Fe and how it was the
third largest art market in the world. Great place to be a starving 
artist. When I was released from my probation, I moved to New Mexico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Photo of guitar and bird. 'That's one of my many chickens. It's a bantam Mille Flur. A breed from Belgium.' Photo: Courtesy of &amp;amp; copyright of Jack Clift.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've just returned from a stay on the Northern Beaches of Sydney, (NSW) ...&lt;br /&gt;
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This vast coastline &amp;amp; its inlets have always been a haven for surfers, musicians and visual artists&amp;nbsp; ..&lt;br /&gt;
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At present it seems to be overflowing with them...with brilliant photographers, fashion creatives and home designers opening stores which often combine cafes &amp;amp; flower stalls in glorious waterfront restaurants...&lt;br /&gt;
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With the Year of the Dragon now underway ...here's to celebrating the world of the creatives who ride the waves of change!&amp;nbsp; Those who dive into the realms of water where the aspect of Benten and the great Naga, serpentine energies lay ready to be awakened...&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's to seeking &amp;amp; finding then riding those powerful energies of change ...to witness the Dragon and to respect it's powerful nature rather than fight or try to tame it...&lt;br /&gt;
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Below is a most gorgeous image of Benten...link at end of post::&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;'&lt;b&gt;WHO IS BENZAITEN.&lt;/b&gt; Female. A river goddess in Indian mythology. 
Her Sanskrit name "Sarasvatī" means "flowing water" and thus she 
represents everything that flows (e.g., music, words, speech, 
eloquence). Later adopted into the Buddhist and then Shinto pantheons of
 Japan. One of Japan's Seven Lucky Gods. Comes in two main forms: (1) 
with two arms holding a lute; (2) with eight arms holding martial 
implements to indicate her role as protector against disaster; this 
version is called Happi Benzaiten. In less-common forms she is depicted 
naked or as Uga Benzaiten (esoteric form). Her messenger is the snake, 
so she is sometimes shown mounted on a serpent or dragon. Goddess of 
Learning, Eloquence, Music, Poetry, Speech, Rhetoric, Wealth, Longevity;
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 Cho Oyo is the sixth highest mountain in the world, and is approached 
from the Tibet side. Base Camp is near a mountain pass called the Nangpa
 La, which
has been used as a trading route between Nepal and Tibet for centuries 
by the local people. The climb is not technical but the standard route 
is long and cold, and once you get above 7000 meters you realize what a 
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 always have a puja at base camp and bless each other and our equipment 
before climbing the mountain, our Nepalese
Sherpa’s will not set foot on the mountain without this taking place. No
 one on my expedition summited this year, despite the best puja ever. 
Snow conditions were bad this climbing season, in that there was a lot 
of it, which made sections of the mountain avalanche
prone and therefore very dangerous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; On the plains in Tibet you visited some villages....can you share some of your experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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 cross the Nepal\Tibet border at Kodari, you must walk across
the friendship bridge to the town of Zangmu and there pass through 
“Chinese” immigration control . Zangmu is a typically ugly border town, 
lots of concrete, there is an air of oppression which is tangible. After
 leaving Zangmu you climb relatively quickly to
the vast brown Tibetan plateau. Initially there are more concrete towns,
 Nylam , (pronounced Neel am), &amp;nbsp;but eventually there are small Tibetan 
settlements which can be seen in the distance and the last town before 
leaving the main road for the track to Cho
Oyo is Tingri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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people are shy compared to Nepal and often don’t like to have their 
picture taken. Maybe if I was approached by some rough looking, hairy, 
western mountaineers – I wouldn’t let them take
my picture either. There are few amenities in Tingri and local life is 
hard, but like all of Tibet it is changing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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massive investments in roads and bridges, I suppose there are both good 
and bad aspects of this development. Some local
Tibetans followed us to base camp, in the hope of selling their wares. 
Local people are very colourful, with bright red cloth in their hair, 
and ornaments of yak bone. The women ware large silver belts, both sexes
 ware their hair long and usually braided in
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Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; I invited Narelle to talk about perception and in her inimitable style here is what she wrote.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Narelle:&amp;nbsp; Lenses of Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My yoga teacher of many years, Alan Goode,
used to say, "Yoga cleanses the lenses of perception". And indeed I
experience it does; at least on the mat. My relationship with myself, my
perception of what is possible, or how I might commune within or "do"
an asana, continues to open out over these years of practice. My practice is an
act of creation. I move myself toward asana, I enter it, I interact with it and
with myself through it, and, as long as I am available to myself and to my direct
experience, I Experience myself. Information comes in. If I don't filter this
experience, or defend against it, it impacts me. There is space. Change
happens. My active engagement with this, is an act of creation. Much of this, of
course, I have also learnt from my Spiritual practice of meditation and of
Transformation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;For me, "available" is the
operative word here. My "perception" may be quite a different
activity from my "being available". Available to myself, to my actual
experienced experience. And if I am relating with another, available to the
direct experience of myself in relationship with my Other, and with the All
that Is; that is, myself, the Other in question, and the vibrating communion of
What Is that surrounds, and permeates us in that moment. Available to What Is,
in all its vibrating aliveness in the moment, becomes my action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hmmmm. Much &amp;nbsp;like the experience of tasting what something
is not, in order to know more of what it is, I have been experiencing (and perceiving!) much of &amp;nbsp;"Perception"
in its guise of an act of separation in my life of late; not with availability to
anything at all. I notice that in this space, some things close down; most notable
to me at this time, communication and compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Recently, two major life experiences
illuminated and continue to illuminate this for me. Piercingly so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Last September, ten weeks ago, my mother
died. It was not unexpected; she had been very ill for a long time. Nor, sadly,
had we been very close. &amp;nbsp;And yet we were,
I discover now. In many ways we had much in common; two women, both mothers,
who deeply, deeply love/d their children, even as adults.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I am my mother's only
offspring, her only child. In her passing, there is my father. And his grief,
the grief of saying farewell to one's partner of 57 years of marriage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I was
fearful to meet him that first day after Mum died. Would he be enraged with me?
Would he be alive when I arrived at his house?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My lenses of fear. Possibly
guilt. Yet he welcomed me, with unrestrained openness of arms and heart. And we
wept. And as we talked, as my Dad showed me her things, as I felt my mother's
presence over the next days and weeks, as I type this now, I realise/d that I
had not really been available or seen my mother. I found her difficult.
Demanding in ways I could not meet. But her quiet dignity, the gifts of the
person, I did not see. Defence clouded and limited my lenses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;As I travelled overseas just nine days
after her passing, my father discovered he needed surgery. Home I needed to
come.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNe_BnLCJAk/TtRhE1JF9yI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3ziheSTgUhY/s1600/IMG_1227a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNe_BnLCJAk/TtRhE1JF9yI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3ziheSTgUhY/s320/IMG_1227a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My own experience was one of being
in New York City (a city I love dearly), anchor less. My family in tatters. My
grief rose and washed through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My friends away, or going away, or busy in the
breathlessness that is this city. The small furry animal inside me needed as
much to come hometo be in my own bed, in my own room, with my own cat, as much
as my father, alone and frightened and grieving, needed his only well relative
(he has an ill brother) to support him. His daughter. So home I came.
Cancelling teaching commitments. Which felt awful and anxiety provoking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;What
struck me, was this lens thing. Right there and then. As I lay on my bed in
Manhattan, it was clear. As I heard responses from those around me of my
decision, I became aware that each individual was viewing this reality (my
mother's death, my fathers' surgery, my going home), through their own lenses.
The response was mixed and polarised. It was curious to behold. The lenses of
perception. Not necessarily matching my felt, direct experience of myself. What
surgery did my father need? Cataracts. In both eyes. Neglected apparently, for
years, as he nursed my mother, putting her care above his own. His lenses. One
done, the other to go....Doesnt need his specs anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What do I Experience when I step myself 
beside myself, aside from my perception.  Ahh, now that opens it 
up.....I experience Love.  Great Love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;...When I was&amp;nbsp; little girl, and I had been
"naughty", or believed myself to have done something
"wrong", I would apologise to my father, and ask forgiveness. He
would look at me amused. Compassion and expansiveness filling his face and
eyes. "Do you forgive me Dad", I'd ask, little, maybe 3-5 years old.
"There's nothing to forgive", he'd say. It was a direct experience
for me of standing in the Light. His eyes clear and blue. Lens-less.Creation. Thanks Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Several years ago, I reminded him of this incident, this
experience. He smiles again, "Oh. Good. I'm glad you got that one."
His eyes catch mine and twinkle. I can see right through them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #3d5dfa;"&gt;Jan.s: Frank, when did your interest in the indigenous arts of the Americas begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #3d5dfa; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;Frank: My
 parents, JD and Grace came to Arizona in the 1930's and worked for the 
Santa Fe railroad along the mainline of the Santa Fe in Winslow and 
Holbrook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;, Arizona bordering
 the Navajo and Hopi reservations. So I grew up with Navajo weavings 
and jewelry in our house. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gibson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;They had moved to Glendale, Arizona by the 
time my brother Fred and I
 were born, but we had a pass to ride the Santa Fe and would visit 
Winslow, the Grand Canyon, and on to see my aunt Inez in Albuquerque. 
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;They knew old cowboys and Navajos and&amp;nbsp; western
 characters. &amp;nbsp;From the time I was a kid, I've always loved the romance 
and history of the southwestern part of this country. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;Starting in my 
early 20's, influenced by the environmentalists
 and the writer Ed Abbey, I began hiking, backpacking and mountain 
climbing as a hobby and have rarely left Arizona and New Mexico in my 
time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;In my youth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;I
 would rather go on a week's backpacking trip in the Grand Canyon and 
ended up never getting much of anywhere else. I just don't feel right 
without canyons, mesas and mountains &lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;and that big horizon and light that you get in this area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frank &amp;amp; Amy Hill...Grand Canyon 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;In
 the late 1970's I was doing a reggae radio show in Phoenix on the NPR 
affiliate, KJZZ, which, because it was heard throughout the state of 
Arizona, meant I had a lot of Native American listeners,
 who related to the message and philosophy of that music. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;A group of 
Hopi invited me to Hopiland to help with having reggae concerts there. 
&amp;nbsp;On one of my first visits they invited me to the Kachina
 dance ceremonies. &amp;nbsp;Watching that happen in the plaza, watching those 
dancers in the plazas of the ancient Hopi villages was the most powerful
 spiritual experience I had ever had. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;My Hopi friend took me to see
 her father, who was a village elder, and I started buying Kachina dolls
 from him. &amp;nbsp;Remembering the Navajo weavings and objects I had grown up 
with, I realized I preferred old things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #000003; font-size: small;"&gt;For me, there is just a charm and soul in these antique pieces that speaks to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #3146fa;"&gt;Jan.s: Is there a particular piece or a collection that is of interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;Frank: For
 the last few years I have specialized in early Navajo and Pueblo 
jewelry, made before 1930. Jewelry, to the Navajos, was more than 
personal adornment, but part of their philosophy of&amp;nbsp; "Walking
 in Beauty" and being in harmony with the cosmos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue,helvetica,arial,sans serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Navajo Bracelets, 1900-1920&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;I like to think about 
when these pieces were made, horseback was the main form of 
transportation on the Navajo reservation, and silversmiths would make these incredible pieces of jewelry with a few simple tools, and primitive methods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #523ef9;"&gt;Jan.s: You are based in New Mexico...I'd love you to share with us something about the other work&amp;nbsp; in your collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo from "Rugan, Hopi Katsina, circa 1910‏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;Frank: I
 specialize in &amp;nbsp;Hopi (who are in Arizona), Navajo (who are in both AZ and
 NM) and Zuni and art of the Rio Grande pueblos, which are in New 
Mexico. Also photographs and paintings by Native and Western artists. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;I also deal in Mexican and Guatemalan folk art. &amp;nbsp;I collect and deal in masks from Mexico, Guatemala,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Africa and Asia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue,helvetica,arial,sans serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Guadalupe, Retablo, Mexico, circa 1890&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue,helvetica,arial,sans serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;All photos copyright &amp;amp; courtesy of: Frank Hill 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;Here is my website:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frankhilltribalarts.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.frankhilltribalarts.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue,helvetica,arial,sans serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Tigre Mask, Guatemala, circa 1880&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2197580677103938272-3403418756790464939?l=bentenlaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jan.s&amp;nbsp; Miro, as both a player and composer
you've remained a seminal figure in Australian Jazz now for several decades.
Would you share with us is your ethos &amp;amp; inspiration behind your playing and
writing....&lt;br /&gt;
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Miro: I never think of myself as a composer really.True composers are a rare
breed. They have an original musical imagination, developed sense of form, architecture, drama, texture
and great skills of orchestration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I think I am more of a faciltator of musical
expression where my written ideas can be just a skeleton which invites the
players to create their own version of the parts.That way the pieces will never
sound the same and each performance is unique and no one really knows what is
going to happen through the piece. I find that sense of adventure very
satisfying. That varies to some degree depending on the band I’m writing
for. I’d have to orchestrate much more accurately when I write for TPI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My inspiration comes from all kinds of music I’ve
played over the years. From European classical, folk, Cuban, Afro-Brazilian, Jazz, Funk, Pop, Rock, Arabic…Miles
was always a big inspiration with his exploration as well as Ornette
Coleman,Jon Hassel and a bunch of Hassell inspired players from Norway. Arve
Henriksen, Niels Petter Molvaer, Jon Balke and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But I don’t like imitation. Only inspiration
and then hopefully I can come up something that I feel is a part of my
imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sometimes I just dream a sound and I wake up and
write it down. Insomnia. If I like it in the morning I might keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; In 1980 I had the great good fortune of doing some study with the
much revered trumpet teacher Carmine Caruoso in NY.&amp;nbsp; I'd been attending
workshops with Jamie Aebersold in Sydney and US trumpet player John McNeil
suggested I do some work with Carmine to help me with my breathing! Naturally I
was somewhat daunted at the idea ...but John assured me that working with
Carmine would be of great benefit. It was! Carmine showed the greatest respect for the individuality of the student
whilst at the same time guiding one to&amp;nbsp; direct that 'wayward breath' (my
quote)...with the utmost focus....! Miro, you're a teacher...can you share some aspects of your approach...&lt;br /&gt;
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Miro: I had about 7 lessons with Carmine back in 1981 in his studio in west 46&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
st. Very inspiring teacher who understood the coordination, breath flow and
steadiness and timing in developing something reliable on such an unreliable
instrument as trumpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Another fantastic teacher I spent 8 months with was
William Adam at Indiana University. (Randy Brecker’s old teacher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; He’s still playing in his 90’s now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;He
had the most beautiful sound and he played with you in every lesson and you
couldn’t avoid absorbing THAT sound.Playing became much easier,more
relaxed through resonant sound with less effort and steady accelerated breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;He would make you sing and hear everything you played.So
I use this in my teaching all the time. Bill Adam also had a great respect for
the individual in each musician, the unique talent, and helped you to recognise
it foster it.Total focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Miro &amp;amp; student Alex Rapauch&lt;br /&gt;
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Miroslav Bukovsky, and students Alex Raupach,Pina Luzzi and Stephanie Badman&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Jan.s: &amp;nbsp; Chisayo, in our last interview you mentioned the influence both your grandmother and mother had on you with your sewing...can you tell us more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Chisayo: Janice, I don't know where to start...Let's try to remember my grand mother first 
....My grand mother was born in 1912 in a wealthy 
Bushi (Samurai) family.&amp;nbsp;My grand mother&amp;nbsp;talked a lots&amp;nbsp;of stories 
about her childhood but I&amp;nbsp;thought they were all made up 
stories&amp;nbsp;because many of them were so unreal in many ways such as 
Monsters,Ghost and&amp;nbsp;trick animals...&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Her family adopted a few 
&amp;nbsp;Sumo wrestlers. It was a big mistake of their family...&amp;nbsp;They lost all 
their money at the end. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;My grand mother&amp;nbsp; and grand father were 
arranged married. They both married before and had a child each. My grand father 
was born in a rich Shoya (&lt;span class="ecxhps"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Village headman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) family in Nara. He was 
well educated&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and good at various sports. Especially He lover the horse ridding. 
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;After the WW2&amp;nbsp;my grandfather had a job as a 
calligrapher at one of famous Japanese "Ryo-tei (r&lt;span class="ecxhps"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;estaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)" in Kyoto but pay wasn't enough 
to feed the family. My grand mother started sewing&amp;nbsp;kimonos for support her 
family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Many people started to wear Western style dress in 
1950's&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but still a lot of kimonos need to be made so my grand mother 
was working 365days a year but it wasn't a good money job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;She was a very hard working woman.&amp;nbsp; Every time I went to see my grand mother I sat next 
her and watched how she makes kimono. It was amazing to see. My grand mother 
often gave me a tiny&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;scraps and taught me how to make bean bags, 
different kind of pouches and little kimono for my doll. She taught me Origami as well. I&amp;nbsp; loved to 
make things with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;My grand mother was very happy about I started 
learning kimono dress making.She made a beautiful special kimono for my Coming 
of age celebrations. She was pretty sick then but she said she wanted to make 
and she enjoyed to make it.&amp;nbsp;This is the last photo with my grand 
mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Now I'm joining a Japan Tsunami &amp;amp; earthquake 
reconstruction sporting&amp;nbsp; project called "Project Namonai Kizuna" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/MKrT7z9tdMA" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtu.be/MKrT7z9tdMA&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;).&amp;nbsp;It's&amp;nbsp; 
my &amp;nbsp;friend's project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;All photos courtesy of and copyright (c) 2011 Chisayo Lewis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jan.s:  Chisayo, you create objects which are whimsical and yet vivid...so full of life!&amp;nbsp; How &amp;amp; where did your interest for creating your art&amp;nbsp; begin...?&lt;br /&gt;
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Chisayo: My grand mother was a kimono dress maker. She gave me&amp;nbsp;lots of off cuts and taught me how to make&amp;nbsp;simple bags.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother&amp;nbsp;loved&amp;nbsp; sewing and knitting also.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;always
 watched them. It was amazing to see&amp;nbsp;how a flat piece of material was 
turned into a bag, a dress, a flower, decorations...I started sewing&amp;nbsp;when I was about 10.&amp;nbsp; I learnt sewing at highschool then I went to kimono dress making school and learnt how to make Kimonos.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I had my first child 10 years ago,&amp;nbsp; I started making&amp;nbsp; soft
 toys for my daughter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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One day, I&amp;nbsp;made a felt cake for my 
daughter and she loved it very much and I was happy too, so I made 
another&amp;nbsp;felt cake the very next day. Then I&amp;nbsp;made a hamburger, a hot dog,
 sushi...and I kept making different things.&lt;/div&gt;
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I especially love
 to work with felt because of the texture. It's easy to work with and I 
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One of my 
friends saw my creations and said to me that I should sell them. Then I 
started focusing on making things for the Art&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Craft Markets.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Alwyn, you write about the earth with such an immense  feeling of belonging.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Alwyn: I guess I’ve always had  the feeling that we belong to the earth, not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever I see those huge open cut mines I shudder at what we do to the earth  for financial gain, even the weight of the cities man builds on her seem an  imposition.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember being quite a small child in New Zealand and after  an earthquake my father took me to see where the earth had opened in a great  jagged scar and I wondered at that early age if the earth had cried out in  pain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Jan s:&amp;nbsp; Your book “Call of the Currawong” begins with an  aboriginal woman in a seemingly benign setting – but the story quickly unfolds to reveal cruel  and devastating circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;
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Where did the seed for this story germinate?&lt;/div&gt;
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Alwyn: In talking with some  aboriginal women it occurred to me that although their circumstances and the  circumstances of my grandmother’s life were vastly different, their inner  strengths were so similar.&lt;br /&gt;
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My grandmother was placed in service at age 13,  but like the aboriginal women I spoke with, she made the best of her life and  added to the lives of people around her, much the way Pearl does unquestioningly  in Currawong.&lt;br /&gt;
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The saddest thing for me is that this generation of women  never ever realised that they were our teachers or how valuable were the lessons  they gave us in humility, caring, acceptance and just getting on with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We now take the opportunity for tertiary education as our due, but when some of  these women were born there were no choices, no chance to move out of the  situation life presented to them, and for the aboriginal women no chance to move  away from the impositions life handed them, in spite of which it seemed to me  that somewhere deep inside they still quietly held on to something  “known”.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to say something about that.&amp;nbsp; And of  course something also had to be said about the devastating aspects of their  lives.&lt;/div&gt;
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From a Devonport with a very confused weather pattern.&amp;nbsp; One minute 
it’s pouring and windy, the next the sun is shining – ah the vagaries of 
Spring.&lt;/div&gt;
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Janice, At the moment I’m 
writing some poetry for a tour we hope to do around Tasmania next year with 
Tony&amp;nbsp; Barry and me reading, George Golla, Howard Cairns and Laurie 
providing the musical backing&lt;/div&gt;
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Photo:&amp;nbsp; Courtesy of Devonport Jazz Festival &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;Jan.s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Susanne, you're a powerhouse of a woman who writes about issues that matter! Bullying, burn victims,&amp;nbsp; to name a few.&amp;nbsp; Can you share with us what&amp;nbsp; your currently writing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanne: Ships
 in the Field is my first picture book. It has been in my mind and heart
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&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;Writing it was an emotional journey that encapsulates 
my growing up from a refugee family.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to give a voice to the 
children and families who have been through war and migration to find 
laughter, hope and home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;When a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;ward winning illustrator Anna Pignataro illustrated of &lt;i&gt;Ships in the Field&lt;/i&gt;
 received the manuscript she said that ‘it’s my story.’ Her family came 
from Italy.&amp;nbsp; It’s a gift that we were able to bring our own experiences 
to ‘Ships in the Field’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;It is to be published by Ford St on 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; February 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Susanne:&amp;nbsp; You have a working relationship with your daughter...I'd love to hear more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt; Even
 though I love my daughter Tory, writing the YA novel ‘That’s Why I 
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was 17 and when she asked me teasingly to write a book inspired by her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 looked around her room with its Eminem and Good Charlotte posters. 
Music was her lifeline during the emotional times of family breakdown 
and my illness.&amp;nbsp; Eminem and the rock bands expressed her anger and 
eventually the courage she needed to take on life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;She
 wrote the songs ‘Psycho Dad’ and ‘I Wanna be Found’ and gave me those 
songs that would drive our book during turbulent times writing the truth
 of father-daughter relationships, friendships, search for meaning, 
love, our own relationship. It was hard writing the book, testing our 
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;We had to be careful to respect each other's boundaries, 
while creating an honest creative work. There were many near disasters, 
but ultimately our mother-daughter relationship was the glue that kept 
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif';"&gt;‘That’s
 Why I Wrote This Song’ is about four girls connected through music. The
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jan:&amp;nbsp;  Kate, I was walking recently with a friend and her very  bright 6 year old daughter. I observed that the young girl had what I would call 'that  zoned out look' in her eyes. I mentioned it to the girl, saying that I remembered going into that zone in my childhood. That it was an  interesting space to enter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Being her bright little self. she tuned in and happily responded. I had  the sense of her enjoying an adult's recognition of this as being important.  As we approached a crossing I then said that it was equally  important to tune back in to the present moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In a recent interview you stated that in the early stages of writing a  novel you do a lot of daydreaming.&amp;nbsp; Can you share with us what this  process allows for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate: Oh, yes, I’m a big believer in the power of daydreaming. I was  always getting into trouble for it as a child – I had one teacher who  used to whack me over the head with a ruler and sneer, ‘are you with us,  Kate?’ So it gives me great satisfaction to now be a professional daydreamer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I can gaze out the window &amp;nbsp;as much as I  like and loftily explain ‘leave me be, I’m working’. And I AM working.  Although my face has a vacant expression, my mind is busy. I am  thinking, wondering, imagining, planning, plotting, making connections, asking and answering questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My best ideas come  to me while I’m daydreaming – my mind will drift away, thoughts and  memories will come unbidden, floating up from the very deepest part of  my subconscious, and suddenly I will see the story illuminated and made clear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I always advise aspiring writers to clear a  space in their day for daydreaming as well as writing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;For me the best  times are when I’m swimming up from or swimming down into sleep, or when  I walk in the morning. Walking is like meditation in motion, and never fails to inspire me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jan:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I first met you at the The Sydney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Children's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Writers &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illustrators&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;' Network at The Hugendon what struck me was your vibrancy and enthusiasm for  literature and life!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I  hadn't read any of your books then...but  recently I completed reading  your YA novel The Puzzle Ring.&amp;nbsp; The  Dedication you made to the women in  your family,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;the Makenzie clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;,  prior to the story, is evident  throughout your book...you sing them  into being through Hannah's spirited  adventures. Would you like to tell  us a little more about one of these  women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate: I’d love to! My grandmother and great-aunts were the most  fascinating women and shaped my love of stories and history more than  any another influence in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I was very lucky to be born into a storytelling family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;As a little girl growing up, I was told many stories of the past, quite a few of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;the  old tales of the Scottish Highlands – stories of kings and queens,  seals that turned into beautiful girls, giants and loch-serpents and fairies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;These stories were passed down through the  generations of my family, told to my grandmother, Joy Mackenzie-Wood, by  her grandmother, Ellen Mackenzie, who was born in Scotland in 1840.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My  grandmother, who we called Nonnie, and her two elder sisters, Aunty Clarice and Aunty Gwen, were wonderful  storytellers, and knew great reams of poetry off by heart. They were all  very well-read– one of them was one of the first women to get a  university education in Australia. They used to tell us stories about our family, and about the past. We were thrilled by the  story of the ghost who patrols Eilean Donan castle with his head under  his arm, and how Robert the Bruce was saved by a spider, and Bonnie  Prince Charlie by a brave young woman called Flora Macdonald (this was a favourite tale of ours since our other  grandmother, our father’s mother, was born Jean Macdonald). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I  can remember Nonnie – who was my mother’s mother - telling me how Mary,  Queen of Scots, escaped her enemies several times, once dressed as a boy, once disguised  as a laundress. Another time, a gang of men broke into the queen's  private sitting room and murdered her Italian secretary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Poor David  Rizzio was stabbed fifty-six times - one stab by each of the conspirators. His blood flowed down and stained the floor  where he fell, and can still be seen, four hundred and forty years  later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mary, Queen of Scots was taken captive but she tricked her guards  and escaped the palace that night, by climbing down from the windows on a rope made of knotted bedclothes.&amp;nbsp; She was  seven months pregnant with the future king of Scotland.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She rode back a  week later at the head of an army, and defeated the rebels and avenged  her friend. The story of the bloodstain that never fades and the queen’s escape down knotted bedclothes began my  fascination with Mary, Queen of Scots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I began to read everything I  could about Scotland and its most tragic queen, and many of our family’s  stories link back to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When I was a little girl, my mother taught me and my sister how to make marmalade from oranges we  grew in our garden. She told me marmalade got its name when it was made  for Mary, Queen of Scots, who was very seasick travelling from France to  Scotland as a young woman (‘Marie malade’ is French for ‘Mary is ill’.) Apparently our family was even related to  the royal Stuarts, though every aristocratic Scottish family can  probably say the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Then,  of course, there was the story of my grandmother’s grandmother, Ellen  Mackenzie, just as romantic and tragic as any my grandmother told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Orphaned when only  a girl, she and her sister Jane were sent to Australia in 1858 by her  uncle, who took control of the family estate. My sister and I always  thought this was most unfair, and used to dream about going back to Scotland and winning back Ellen’s home as our own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In our imagination Ellen and Jane were wronged, the uncle was cruel, and  her home was a beautiful old castle, on the shores of a loch, with all  sorts of romantic secrets waiting to be discovered. We hoped that one day a mysterious letter would arrive, summoning us  back to Scotland and our lost inheritance …&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I wrote a novel with  just that storyline in 1977, when I was eleven years old, called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Far, Far Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;,  about a girl called Fiona who finds herself heir to a castle in  Scotland, but will lose everything if she cannot find the lost Killarney  Treasure. And then, thirty years later, I wrote it again, showing just how compelling are the tales  of our childhood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; In The Puzzle Ring you explore a number of themes, a curse that  effects several generations...the absence of a father, blossoming love,  friendship, old age and the getting of wisdom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Would you like to share&amp;nbsp; your interest re the 'curse' and it's denouement for your protagonist Hannah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate: I’ve always been interested in spells and curses and wishes as  manifestations of the power of words. Many of my books have curses in  them (as well as spells and wishes!) I’m also interested in the nature  of fate, and whether we as individuals have the power to shape our destiny. The story of a girl who sets out to break a  curse on her family was therefore always going to be interesting to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I  had had the idea for a quest to find a broken puzzle ring for some  time, but my problem was always why? Why would someone need to find a broken puzzle ring? Then I found ‘The Book of  Curses’ in an old second-hand bookshop and read in it the story of the  Seaforth Doom, a famous Scottish curse, and at once thought: a quest to  break a curse!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The two ideas just seemed to click together, as if drawn by some irresistible magnetic force. I went home  and began work on the Puzzle Ring that very afternoon. (You can read  more about the inspirations behind ‘The Puzzle Ring’ here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Where did your love of the&amp;nbsp; mythical begin Kate?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate: I always loved fairy tales and myths as a child, and fantasy books  were my favourite kind of fiction. My mother went back to university  and studied anthropology when I was a teenager, and that fed my interest  in myth and magic. I can’t tell you why – my imagination has always been drawn to that kind of tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;Jan.s:  &amp;nbsp;Aurielle, you're back in Australia for a short stint...and you've  managed to do the miraculous!! &amp;nbsp;Record and produce your own CD!! &amp;nbsp;Tell  us about it!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; Aurielle:&amp;nbsp; It wasn't planned at all..it was all rather  fortuitous. I just  wanted to make a quick demo of my new material on my  visit back to  Australia and it turned into a full blown album! It all  happened so  effortlessly. It was perfect timing really, and emotionally  I was ready  to get those songs out of my head and into a product&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aurielle:It  started after talking to my dear friend Shawn O'Friel  (guitarist/bass  player) about my ideas and he introduced me to Matthew  McLaren, who is  an incredibly gifted blind pianist and producer...he  listened to my  songs and was so excited about the project. It just felt  right.&lt;br /&gt;
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So  I went up to Newcastle for a few weeks and we got in some great  musicians...I only played them my songs once and they picked up the vibe  I wanted instantly.&amp;nbsp; And those guys were so funny and chilled out!&lt;br /&gt;
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I laughed myself silly, so much so I would be in the middle of  recording and remember a joke and just start laughing.&amp;nbsp; We ended up  including one of those laughs in 'Big Lake'.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got most of the songs down on the second or third take and recorded everything live, adding a few embellishments  later.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shawn  O'Friel played guitars,ukelele,mandolin and bass. Matthew  McLaren  played keys. Scott Stronach, a brilliant young drummer (and  Matthews  business partner) played percussion. We got Jason Lowe in for  some  slide guitar; he is a wonderful young, Joni Mitchell loving,   singer-songwriter who recently landed a recording contract with the ABC.   We also had Craig Lembke play Sax on two of the Jazzy tracks, he is   just gorgeous and an excellent player. Shawn and I did the backing vocal   harmonies together. Then we had it mastered by renowned producer  Parris  MacLeod at Cloud Studios.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1TtctWJocc/TghC49mTroI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iLhbYlaUWuw/s1600/IMG_0755.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1TtctWJocc/TghC49mTroI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iLhbYlaUWuw/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jan.s: &amp;nbsp;I've heard your tracks and am very impressed...not only with&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;your voice, but the sense of 'rightness'of the choice of songs and the musicians you're&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;working with. &amp;nbsp;I particularly loved hearing your own compositions and&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;also the one of your Grandfather's, sung in Italian!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aurielle:  Thanks Janny. Yes I'm more than happy with the way the musicians picked   up on my sound and knew exactly what to do. I only sing songs that   honestly reflect where I'm at in my life so for me singing and   songwriting is kind of like therapy..once the songs have been recorded I   can let those feelings go, so it was a cathartic experience really.&lt;br /&gt;
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I  wrote most of those songs over the last twelve months and of course  Robyne  Dunn's 'Spaceman' and 'Of all the Men' are such  masterpieces..they make  me cry each time I listen to them.I kept the  accompaniment very simple  in those songs as I wanted the focus to be on  the emotion and the  lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;
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My grandfather Eros  Sciorilli's song 'Sono Una Donna Non Sono Una Santa' (I'm a Woman I'm  not a Saint) was such an amazing discovery for me. He wrote more than  500 songs over his career, which were performed by the most famous  singers in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;One of his songs 'Non Pensare a Me' won the Sanremo Festival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and has been covered by countless artists ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He  also directed his own orchestra and owned a  record label in Milan. He  was a wonderful, talented man. I wanted to pay  homage to him on this  album. I love the title of this song, and I love  the story; It is about  waiting to get married before giving yourself to a  man and asking him  not to tempt you. Obviously nowadays that tradition  is almost entirely  gone, but it reflects a beautiful era of respect and  commitment between  a man and a woman which I wanted to sing about.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Jan.s: &amp;nbsp; What's next Aurielle...?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;Aurielle: I will be taking this album to Europe with me and looking&lt;/span&gt;  for a distributor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lâle Teoman did some gorgeous ink paintings for the  cover, it was great to finally get to collaborate with her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;I would also like to tour it next year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;Next, I'd&amp;nbsp;love to do an album &lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;about  the issues that face us on a global level.Songs about the true meaning  of life...or at least the question.Uplifting songs, confronting songs,  awakening songs, spiritual&lt;/span&gt; songs...without getting too sappy hopefully!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;I have done enough love&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt; songs for a while...I've lived the roller-coaster of all that turmoil&lt;br /&gt;
and drama and I think I've grown up a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt;Jan.s: &amp;nbsp;Great to see all of this unfolding in such a positive way Aurielle. &amp;nbsp;I wish you great success with your CD !&lt;span style="color: #550055;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lG-GQT9I-bQ/TghDq8JSnGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vXYFkE2o0s0/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lG-GQT9I-bQ/TghDq8JSnGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vXYFkE2o0s0/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'Aurielle  Sciorilli is an Australian/Italian singer-songwriter. The  daughter of  Italian singer Ettore Sciorilli and granddaughter of composer  Eros  Sciorilli, Aurielle was born with music flowing through her veins.&lt;br /&gt;
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After studying Jazz at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music, she left   Australia for Milan where she appeared in the Italian film 'il bene   oscuro' singing her original song 'wanderlust'. She was then signed by   Sony for the single 'solitary man'.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her velvety voice has captured   audiences across Australia and Europe singing her folk-blues songs that   were penned by a girl who in her own words "has lived like a gypsy and   loved like a fool".For one so young the depth of her experience that   reflects in her lyrics is engulfing,whilst her vulnerability resounds   with authenticity.&lt;br /&gt;
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A writer of poetry first and music second, for   Aurielle music is like storytelling where she likes to take listeners on   a journey into the depths of her soul where they can suffer in sweet   melancholy. &lt;br /&gt;
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'Send the wandering girl home' is Aurielle's first  self produced LP.  Inspired by Joni Mitchell's 'blue' it is a collection  of songs that  take listeners on an emotional and painstakingly honest  ride on her  meandering's through love, loss and life.&lt;br /&gt;
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A gorgeous  acoustic blend of  cool country-blues, dreamy folk and husky jazz this  is an album that is  as easy to listen to as it is heartbreaking and  raw. With a seemingly  limitless vocal range, she sings with sensual  depth only to change key  mid song and fly into almost operatic heights  all the while remaining  sweet and soothing to the ear. Included at the  end of the album is a  special bonus track, cover of the 1970's Italian  hit 'sono una donna non  sono una santa' written by her late  grandfather'.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/auriellesciorilli"&gt;http://www.reverbnation.com/auriellesciorilli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Below, Aurielle's father, Ettore Sciorilli's hit Oayo Ayo 1976&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, Mireille Mathiue, one of many international artists who have recorded Aurielle's Grandfather's song 'Non Pensare A Me'.&amp;nbsp; Mireill'es version is simply superb and sung in French.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt; In the lovely&amp;nbsp; harbour side suburb of Balmain, Rinpoche would give teachings on Chenrezig practise. Chenrezig is the Buddha of Compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;I have to admit that I found the practise challenging, beautiful and obscure and a lot of other gradations in between! I was suffering the effects of illness and my stamina was almost non existent and we would recite the practise several times in Tibetan, finally completing it in English!&amp;nbsp; Although I was eager to traverse the nuances of a language that was completely foreign to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;, the practises were lengthy and tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Along with this the framework of the practise was outside anything I'd encountered. Here I was, ill with an uncertain&amp;nbsp; future, being asked to develop a compassion that reached far beyond my own concerns along with developing ...'the perfection of body, voice and&amp;nbsp; mind'.&amp;nbsp; This seemed an impossibility along with an improbability! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;Since those days&amp;nbsp; I have&amp;nbsp; received the Chenrezig empowerment&lt;/span&gt; a number of times. Now I understand that this is a life long practise. I can make no claims to comprehending and experiencing the many subtleties of this practise but I have experienced a sense of peace and well being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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My intention in developing the mantras for 'Awakened State' with my friend Bruno,&amp;nbsp; was to give thanks and gratitude foremost to my teacher Gyalsey Tulku  Rinpoche and to the many great and kind teachers who followed.&amp;nbsp; Also to share with those who  helped me through such difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am indebted also to Bruno Elevteros Libert for his artistry, musical intelligence and guidance and to his&amp;nbsp; partner, Diane Sutherland for her superb vocals as well as developing wonderful mandala drawings for our project.&amp;nbsp; John Paul Gilius joined me in chanting a number of the mantras. Although he was unfamiliar with them at the time, he sang them with great good will and enthusiasm.&amp;nbsp; Thank you JP!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;I'd also&amp;nbsp; like to share some thoughts written&amp;nbsp; by Bruno .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;'Janice  and I got back in touch a couple of  years  ago, after having worked  together in Esperanto Rock  Orchestra...30  years ago. We started this  Mantra "cyberspace" project  via the internet  between Australia and  Belgium when Janice sent me her  vocals/sound files  by e-mail! I then  put together and recorded the  backing tracks in  Brussels and Patmos.  And here are the results of our  collaboration. All  "nature" sounds  (some have been processed) like  rain, wind, sea, birds  songs etc..I  used in the tracks were recorded  in Patmos'.&amp;nbsp; Bruno Elevteros Libert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The collection is called: AWAKENED STATE:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Chenrezig:&amp;nbsp; The Buddha of Compassion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;Chenrezig embodies crystalline awareness and limitless compassion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The mantra of Chenrezig is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Om Mani Padme Hum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Homage to the Lotus Born&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;All of the wonderful mandala drawings developed for 'Awakened State': courtesy of &amp;amp; copyright of Diane Sutherland 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;You might like to visit his website on the&amp;nbsp; link provided below and hear some of the mantras we co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="enitalique"&gt;  created along with the superb English soprano, Diane Sutherland, and quirky guest vocalist, Blue Mountains DJ and resident&amp;nbsp; John Paul Gillius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.brunolibert.be/cms/h_universe_awakend.php"&gt;http://www.brunolibert.be/cms/h_universe_awakend.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also added a link to Lama Zopa Rinpoche &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack:&amp;nbsp; I spent three months in Uzbekistan this past winter  working on the material. I'm  actually about halfway through the next -as yet untitled- Cedar Hill  Refugees album. John brings a  definite presence to the music. In addition to his wonderful crew of  talented folks, he's also just a very sweet guy and I value his creative  instincts.&lt;br /&gt;
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We've co-written a new ballad that we're  very proud of called Jayne Hill. We wrote it early in the year out at  Mother Maybelle Carter's house, which JCC keeps up as a sort of writers  retreat. It's a shoe-in for the, as yet untitled, Cedar Hill Refugees  part two.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jan.s: Are you following similar directions as 'Pale Imperfect Diamond'? &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: The  new album is shaping up to be more than just an extension of our  previous project. Though we do have many of the same players and singers  -Ralph Stanley has given us a couple of really amazing performances and  The Peasalls have done two songs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sarah, Hannah and Leah Peasall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xtG4b8imzE/TdtYtpR1xpI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OUJ4Bf2TKoA/s1600/cbn10+25.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xtG4b8imzE/TdtYtpR1xpI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OUJ4Bf2TKoA/s320/cbn10+25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We are bringing in a  couple of new (for us) singers. Dave Evans from Kentucky and Elizabeth  LaPrelle out of southwest Virginia are coming in for sessions next  month.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-616XBvRtmkw/Tdtd9fDaAlI/AAAAAAAAAec/7x0jcvQVtFY/s1600/10+34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-616XBvRtmkw/Tdtd9fDaAlI/AAAAAAAAAec/7x0jcvQVtFY/s320/10+34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dave Evans, JC, JCC, Elizabeth LaPrelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm just thrilled and extremely humbled to be a part of this. Some   incendiary process occurs when these two musical traditions co-mingle.   It's absolute magic to see how they illuminate each other from different   angles.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;Director, arranger and sound engineer Zakirjan Atabaev, Matrasul Matyoqubov (reeds), JNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Utkur Kadirov (fiddle) Sayram Studio, Tashkent, Uzbekistan 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #244061; font-size: small;"&gt;Jan.s: Jack, when you began the second CD you hoped that&amp;nbsp; Roseanne Cash  may come on board....can you tell us about that session...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #244061; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #953734; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jack: John Carter Cash and I have been doing a yearly pilgrimage out to Mother Maybelle Carter's home in SW Virginia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #244061; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #953734; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_Maybelle_Carter" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Mother_Maybelle_Carter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's  a very remote locale and absolutely steeped in musical history.  Generally we do some co-writing and brain-storming out there and the  geography tends to really seep into our writing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #244061; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #953734; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In February of 2010 we  came up with a ballad called Jayne Hill, named after a local geologic  feature. John had told me that his sister, Rosanne, had really liked our  first project and had been a little miffed that we hadn't asked her to  participate. So, we definitely had her in mind for this tune.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In June of  last year John called me from New York where he was attending a  publishing event and informed me that Rosanne had heard the song and  wanted to sing it. In fact, she'd already reserved the studio for later  that week so I had to hop on a plane the next day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;JC &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;Rosanne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt; her songstress daughter, Chelsea Crowell and JCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt; NYC 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was a session I  was not going to miss. I found her to be a truly sweet, deeply  intelligent woman with a very cool attitude. It was such a thrill  watching her develop and color the narrative. Sam Bush is playing  mandolin on the track &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Bush" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Sam_Bush&lt;/a&gt; and James Shelton (Ralph Stanley's guitarist and manger) is playing acoustic guitar.It was a great favorite in Tashkent this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Jack would you like to tell us about the&amp;nbsp; most  recent sessions in there? If you could share with us&amp;nbsp; some of the  history of the players you're working with and where the studio  is located?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Jack: Last November I traveled to Simferopol, Ukraine to begin the transnational phase of production with guitar prodigy, Enver Izmaylov. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enver_%C4%B0zmaylov" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Enver_%C4%B0zmaylov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In  December I continued east to Tashkent, Uzbekistan to join with the  members of Jadoo and complete that portion of operations. I spent the  next two months in awe observing the batch of songs transform with the  Mongol-Turkic influences of the Uzbek masters.&lt;br /&gt;
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We recorded at Sayram Studio owned by famed Afghan singer/composer Amir Jan Sabori.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #244061; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #953734;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #244061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #953734;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The  recording engineer, Zakir Atabaev, is also a superb composer, arranger  and conductor. It was my first time working with him and I must say, he  was so inspiring on every level. Just a wonderful guy that brought out  the best in all the crew. His contributions can not be overstated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I wish I had a coherent list of the accomplishments of all the Uzbek players who contributed. It would fill a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Jan.s: &lt;span style="color: #0070c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jack, I appreciate you taking the time to share this part of your journey with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: Thanks so much for your interest. I'd also like to plug our newly unveiled video, Keys To The Kindom.&amp;nbsp; We've also got a video of the Peasall sisters, Wife of usher's Well in the final editing stage that will be released in the next week or so.&amp;nbsp; Most importantly we are still seeking sponsorship[ for a concert documentary.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9031852" target="_blank"&gt;http://vimeo.com/9031852&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In order to introduce you to the background to Jack Clift and John  Carter Cash's project 'Cedar Hills Refugees'... I've taken the liberty  of taking a quote from Jack's myspace page, link as below:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-631zq9zv-1o/TdtUyxHo8eI/AAAAAAAAAeU/oB6AzwLiWK4/s1600/10+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-631zq9zv-1o/TdtUyxHo8eI/AAAAAAAAAeU/oB6AzwLiWK4/s320/10+21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'When  Jack Clift first heard traditional  Uzbek music, it didn’t seem exotic  or alien to him. Instead, it reminded  him of the mountain music, blues  and swing that he’s loved since  childhood. The colorful costumes,  tempos and emotional fervor of the  Uzbek musicians and their audience  brought to his mind old episodes of  "The Buck Owens Ranch," a  syndicated show that was taped in Clift’s  hometown of Oklahoma City.   Therefore, it only seemed natural to Clift  to bring these sounds  together. Working with John Carter Cash, son of  Johnny and June Carter  Cash, Clift and his Uzbek band Jadoo recorded  musical backdrops for  some of the finest talents in American country  music, including  internationally respected mountain singer Ralph Stanley  (recipient of  the 2006 National Medal of Arts), country music icon  Marty Stuart, The  Peasall Sisters (O Brother, Where Art Thou?, Down from  the Mountain),  Randy Scruggs, Ronnie McCoury, John Cowan, Greg Leisz,  and Ron Miles.  This wide array of talent formed the group Cedar Hill Refugees'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cedarhillrefugees"&gt;www.myspace.com/cedarhillrefugees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.effigyrecords.net/%20"&gt;www.effigyrecords.net/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jackclift"&gt;www.myspace.com/jackclift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jadoo"&gt;www.myspace.com/jadoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2197580677103938272-6674892895063247804?l=bentenlaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hung! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the north-west of the land of &lt;a href="http://www.rigpawiki.org/index.php?title=Oddiyana" title="Oddiyana"&gt;Oddiyana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the heart of a lotus flower, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Endowed with the most marvellous attainments, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are renowned as the “Lotus Born”, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surrounded by hosts of &lt;a href="http://www.rigpawiki.org/index.php?title=Dakini" title="Dakini"&gt;dakinis&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Following in your footsteps, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pray to you: Come, inspire me with your blessing! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Michell'es stellar performance as Mary Magdalene in Jim Sharman's 'Jesus Christ Superstar' (1972)&amp;nbsp; will never be forgotten by those who saw her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She received acclaim for roles in both film and television, including receiving two AFI Awards. Michelle was equally celebrated for her roles in Australian Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;
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Photo: In friendship: janice slater, evie pikler &amp;amp; michelle fawdon (1980's )&lt;br /&gt;
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Michelle played an important&amp;nbsp; part in so many of our lives. Not only  through sharing her artistry but through her beautiful qualities &amp;amp; friendship. She was a great advocate of the arts in Australia and  directly influenced my own life through inviting me to participate in The Women  &amp;amp; Theatre Project (1980).&lt;br /&gt;
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We will never forget&amp;nbsp; you  Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Journey well...om mani padma hum om mani padma hum om mani  padma hum...&lt;br /&gt;
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The exuberance displayed by Michelle in this rehearsal performance for Superstar (link below) is so indicative of Michelle's spirit and joy for life!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPqLRpSSsNU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPqLRpSSsNU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPqLRpSSsNU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Encore link will take you to a page which has been dedicated to Michelle's passing where you can leave condolences..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.encoremagazine.com.au/michele-fawdon-1947-2011-8597"&gt;http://www.encoremagazine.com.au/michele-fawdon-1947-2011-8597&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Julia...we've only met recently although we live in the same  location.&amp;nbsp; Your reputation, as a formidable drummer ...preceded that  meeting... by a few years. I'm interested in knowing what lead you to  living outside of Sydney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Julia: Well  there were a few reasons, I was feeling kind of burnt out from Sydney I  guess and I'd lived in share houses and was completely over it! I  decided like everyone else at the time eleven years ago to take  advantage of low interest rates etc and buy land and build a house. That move to create my very own space was the  beginning of a momentous stage in my life (the adult stage lol ! ), very  challenging, overwhelming and very lonely at times, but of course that  was all mixed in with the change that was occurring in me. Ultimately knowing people in the area was helpful and as you  know, you and I live in a place rich in culture with lots of artists and  eventually that became a great comfort to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Yes I agree. Julia, you've played with a number of Australian bands, across a  variety of genres and I observe a great rapport with  singer/songwriters. Your approach adds a unique ambiance on the  tracks I've&amp;nbsp; heard to date. Would you like to share a memorable  moment or two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Julia: Yes of  course, I have a wonderful memory of Tania Bowra's album 'Place in the  Sun'. Tania had put together three rhythm sections to play on the album,  two of the sections recorded at the same studio over two days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was coupled with James Haselwood and Greg Royal and Hamish Stuart were the other section.&lt;br /&gt;
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We decided to save time on the session and use Hamishs' drums, and I  don't know whether I've ever mentioned this to you but Hamish Stuart is  pretty much my hero !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;So there i was playing his beautiful Gretsch drums, with him in the control room watching me do my takes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It certainly lifted my game having him there, an unusual studio  experience to say the least, but so rewarding on so many levels, and  Hamish was so lovely to me and so encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other experience which springs to mind was working on 'The John  Moran Corperation', John approached me one day and asked me if I did  sessions and whether or not I'd like to try playing on his thirteen  minute track, I have to admit I was a little concerned when he told me that seven drummers had tried but nobody could 'fit the  magic shoes' as he put it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other concern was there was no charts and no click track, and it was  in five movements. John said 'Don't worry, I'll be in the control room  conducting you'.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the beginning of a new stage for me, playing drums for a pre-recorded track of completely experimental synth music.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;As it turned out, my first take was 'the one'... John couldn't believe it and neither could I.&lt;br /&gt;
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That experience helped me realise the importance of my earlier jazz  training, I was able to indulge in improvised musical conversations with  no known beginning or end. I learned to trust the music, thereby  relinquishing control, relaxing, and realising that ultimately, i'm just a channel for the music. That track is called  'Mystic Man' and it's from the album The 8th of May'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Photo: Murray Foote &lt;br /&gt;
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Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Wonderful stories Julia!&amp;nbsp; Now, can I ask you, where does your own musical drive come from?&lt;br /&gt;
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Julia:&amp;nbsp;I guess from the perspective of the onlooker it's drive, but to  me it's more about 'need'. Playing the drums is part of me, I've played  for love and for money, but mostly for love, (and like many artists will  tell you), without music in my life I'd probably be dead by now. With regard to working with songwriters, 'the drive' in  that sense is the joy of being part of the process that builds a song  into a living/breathing entity from it's most skeletal form, I  absolutely love it, and I feel enormous fulfillment from it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Julia, I appreciate you sharing part of your journey with us. If  you'd like to add any up and coming dates please do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way I've listening to your myspace tracks and they're nothing short of ...FABULOUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Julia: Thanks so much Janice. &lt;br /&gt;
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All photos (c) copyright Julia Day 2011&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are Julia's upcoming shows:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Bluehouse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;May 27, Cape Paterson Tavern Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
May 29, Northcote Social Club Melbourne Vic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
June 2, Judith Wright Centre Brisbane QLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
June 3, The Loft Gold Coast QLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
June 5, The Clarendon Katoomba NSW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;July 10, The Sydney Opera House Sydney NSW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
July 14-17, California World Fest, Grass Valley California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
July 19, Don Quixotes, Felton California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
July 20, Constable Jacks, Newcastle California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;*****Also  on Sunday June 26 Julia's&amp;nbsp; playing with 'The Field' at The Lawson pub in the  Blue mountains, that's Bruce Reid, Lloyd Swanton, John Stuart. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“I wouldn’t change my life for anything now!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;What  would inspire a person living with a disability to say this? I've  discovered a single powerful answer time and time again--a service dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;My  own dream began more than fifteen years ago. It started with a simple  yet profound question: "How can I bring other adults and children with  disabilities the chance to realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;dreams?"  Finding an answer became my passion. It was the single most important  reason for establishing Saint Francis Service Dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Behind  it all was my first service dog, Booker. A privately trained golden  retriever, Booker changed my life forever. He restored my confidence  while teaching me many important life lessons in the process. As he  performed daily tasks that helped to reduce my frustration and conserve  my energy, Booker showed me that by working together as a team, anything  was possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Today,  my first-ever Saint Francis Service Dog, Midas, shares this same  important message. I was officially introduced to the big fluffy golden  boy, with his flouncy tail and perpetual puppy-like grin, in September  at the Saint Francis Center. Midas quickly grabbed my heart and reeled  me in. His huge black-rimmed eyes remained glued to mine throughout our  meeting. He watched me intently even as he lay beneath the table near  the feet of his trainer Connie Kniseley. Silently, I prayed fora sign,  asking to know if Midas was to be the service dog for me. As I gazed  into his luminous shining eyes, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;One  month earlier, my thirteen-year-old golden retriever, Griffin, had died  of cancer. He was a rescue dog that bounded into my life at the age of  eight. Looking at Midas now, with my heart asking . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“Are you the one?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;. . . I felt chills. I recognized a deep, ethereal look in the young dog's eyes. It was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;look  my dear Griffin had given me months earlier when we’d had to say our  final good- byes. Now, I felt as if my heart knew what Midas seemed to  know as well--this partnership was meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;During  our partner training, Midas and I worked hard to sharpen our skills. We  passed each test in a variety of public settings, just as numerous  Saint Francis teams had done before us. And we did it all with the  perfect mix of seriousness and humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;That  balance of hard work and laughter makes life much easier and so much  more fun as Midas works by my side today. One of his favorite jobs  requires him to bump the automated-door button at the mall. Standing  upright on his back feet and placing his front paws gently on the wall,  my service dog gives the button a swift tap with his nose. Midas always  seems especially pleased with his own nose-power as the wide mall doors  open immediately for us. Then his bright eyes gleam with satisfaction.  Midas tilts his head sideways and flashes me a totally amazed grin,  looking to me for approval--and maybe a treat too. Obeying my verbal cue  of either Left or Right, Midas swings gracefully to the correct side of  my wheelchair. As we enter the mall together, it's easy to see why he  is the service dog of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'It is said that all beings have at one point in time been our mothers, having cared for us with selfless beauty and having made endless sacrifices, protected us, nurtured us, and also supported and enriched us. Through time immemorial, through the various combinations and permutations of the manifestations of karma, all beings have been, at any given point in time, our mother'.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Nathalie,&amp;nbsp; I met your father way back in the '70's when he  was a sound engineer for the group 'Sha Na Na'. You are indirectly  following in his footsteps ... having taken to the boards! Tell us  about your training and your passion for dance....&lt;br /&gt;
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Nathalie: Having  a musical family has been an invaluable source for support and  inspiration.&amp;nbsp; I was always encouraged to express myself and think  outside the box when it came to my interests and career path.&amp;nbsp; I feel  like a lot of my friends in the arts have had pressure from their  parents to become doctors, lawyers, etc., but I never had that problem.&amp;nbsp;  You want to fingerpaint on Grandma's canvas?&amp;nbsp; Okay!&amp;nbsp; You want to record  a song in Dad's recording studio?&amp;nbsp; Cool!&amp;nbsp; You want to move to Manhattan  so you can pursue a career in dance?&amp;nbsp; Let's do it!&amp;nbsp; And that's exactly  what happened when I was 15 years old.&amp;nbsp; I had studied mostly ballet on  Long Island, and had my sights on becoming a ballerina come high  school.&amp;nbsp; In an incredibly selfless act, my parents and I moved to New  York City so I could attend LaGuardia Arts High School (the movie that  “Fame” is based on).&amp;nbsp; It was there that I discovered modern dance.&amp;nbsp; I  remember feeling like it was a good fit.&amp;nbsp; I had always loved ballet, but  longed for the creative freedom that came along with becoming a  contemporary modern dancer.&amp;nbsp; After I graduated from high school, I went  on to attend New York University's Tisch School of the Arts as a dance  major, where I fell in love with dance composition and choreography.&amp;nbsp;  After graduation, I knew that I had to start pursuing it – along with  dancing professionally with a company.&amp;nbsp; I know that I am rather young to  be trying to establish myself as a choreographer, but I want to gain as  much experience as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Nathalie:  The biggest change for me was leaving everything I knew and everyone I  loved on Long Island and starting fresh in the city.&amp;nbsp; I was 15, and  starting to feel like I was settling into the person I was going to be,  but I knew that I would regret not at least trying to make it in  Manhattan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;The move was an incredibly selfless act on my parents  behalf, but some things were also made easier for them - my Dad worked  just a few blocks away from our apartment, and my Mom got a job working  for the New York City Ballet- so it all kind of worked out.&amp;nbsp; I also was a  little bit on the shy side.&amp;nbsp; Although I craved it, I wasn't used to  being around wildly eccentric, artistic types that I encountered at  LaGuardia.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't long before I found my niche in the dance  department along with another incoming sophomore, Shonelle Collins, who  is one of my best friends to this very day, and is also a member of  BANGdance.&amp;nbsp; I credit her as being one of my major influences when it  comes to how I view and approach dance and choreography.&amp;nbsp; Another big  challenge was making the switch from ballet to modern.&amp;nbsp; I had dreamed of  becoming a ballerina, but by the time I was a junior in high school, I  felt as if I longed for the more contemporary route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; min-height: 15px;"&gt;Jan&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;.s:&amp;nbsp;  Your dream lands you on the doorstep of the most feted academy of the  arts to gain a worldwide public profile due to the '80's film FAME. Auspicious circumstances lead you to be accepted as a student.&amp;nbsp;  Would you share the audition process with us Nathalie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Nathalie: Tisch  was an incredible learning experience for me.&amp;nbsp; I had classes with some  highly notable figures in the dance world, and I wouldn't trade that for  the world.&amp;nbsp; Besides my introductory classes to dance composition at  LaGuardia with director, Michelle Mathesius, and musician/composer,  Steve Weinstock, which enabled me to see that I had a love for making  dances, I felt that I learned a lot from my composition classes at Tisch  with Gus Solomons, Jr. and Linda Tarnay. Both artists came from very  different backgrounds and had very different techniques, but they really  encouraged me to be brave.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;When it came to composition, anything was  possible as long as it was my own, and I followed my gut instinct about  it.&amp;nbsp; The evening length piece I am about to start creating now was  inspired by a comment given to me by Linda Tarnay in my freshman  composition class.&amp;nbsp; I choreographed a 2-minute solo to a piece of music I  had randomly heard a few years prior.&amp;nbsp; "If I don't encourage you to  keep up with this," Linda pulled me aside and told me after the solo was  done, "I will think that I robbed the dance world of a potentially  extraordinary choreographer."&amp;nbsp; Aside from my teachers, I found constant  inspiration in my peers.&amp;nbsp; We all came from such different backgrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where else do you find your inspiration? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In fellow dancers, choreographers, along with&amp;nbsp; music influences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Nathalie: Choreographically  speaking, my favorites are Aszure Barton, Andrea Miller (Gallim Dance),  Mats Ek, Lar Lubovich, William Forsythe, Twyla Tharp, and Pina Bausch.&amp;nbsp; Quirky, yet sensually intelligent and athletic movers with unique  voices.&amp;nbsp; They create pieces that arrest you, and leave you feeling like  you just went on this intense journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt; I remember I knew that I wanted  to make dance one day after seeing American Ballet Theatre perform Twyla  Tharp's "In the Upper Room" when I was 11 years old.&amp;nbsp; I had never seen  anything like it, and I just totally and completely fell in love with  it.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to make dances like THAT!&amp;nbsp; I am really inspired to  choreograph to minimalistic music along the lines of Philip Glass, Steve  Reich, and Nico Muhly, but it isn't unlike me to go for something  totally different.&amp;nbsp; It's a gut feeling for me when I know that a piece  of music will make for a great dance, so regardless of what it is, I  usually just go for it; however, when I begin to choreograph I look to  the dancers I've chosen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I watch their mannerisms, the way they react  to improvisational sessions I sometimes give at the beginning of  rehearsals, and the way they interact with each other.&amp;nbsp; My grandmother,  who was a sculptor, often said that the rock she used told her what it  was going to be, and she just took it from there.&amp;nbsp; I am never one to  take a shape-- I focus on letting the shape take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Jan.s:&amp;nbsp; Nathalie, this has been wonderful to hear of your personal journey and your training.I'm looking forward to continuing this dialogue ...I wish you and your company great success!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was saddened to learn of his passing in 2006.&amp;nbsp; I'd lost contact with  Acharya many years ago when I moved out of the city. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am pleased to find that his Yoga School still exists. Acharya began it in 1969 and it is still going strong!&lt;br /&gt;
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Memories flooded back on reading Acharya Upendra Roy's obituary. The author describes the smell of incense and the Indian ragas which Acharya would have playing in his Pitt Street studio. My own&amp;nbsp; include&amp;nbsp; cups of tea and a sense of nervous anticipation when Acharya would invite us to read aloud,&amp;nbsp; from the ancient Indian text the Bhagavad Gita.&lt;br /&gt;
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No coercion , no expectations of following a Guru, although Aharya did&amp;nbsp;  introduce us to the meaning of Guru, he more so&amp;nbsp; invited us to share  any insights we might glean from our readings. &lt;br /&gt;
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Acharya's presence embodied peace. He imparted the strengths gained from not only the physical yoga but the yoga of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Acharya Upendra Roy. for your selflessness, your deep wisdom and knowledge and for always sharing with an open heart&lt;br /&gt;
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Om mani padma hums for countless aeons...'Homage to the Lotus Born'.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://acharyasyoga.com.au/"&gt;http://acharyasyoga.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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