Tuesday, 31 August 2021

Unexpected Kindness

 

31 August 2021

 

My neighbour was emptying her boot load of groceries as I passed by on my daily walk. I waved to say Hi (facemasks hide the smiley greeting I’d usually give) and noticed she looked upset.

Stopping at the top of her driveway she assured they were happy tears, a random stranger had left an envelope under her windscreen while she was grocery shopping containing money for a coffee with a note encouraging her to ‘stay strong, you got this’.

On a day of rising COVID 19 cases, and no end in sight to this current lockdown, not only did this random act of kindness make her day, it made mine too …

Jo

“Unexpected kindness is the most powerful, least costly, and most underrated agent of human change.” 

    -       Bob Kerrey

Tuesday, 30 October 2018

History Repeating...


History repeating…

One Friday night back in the 90’s, my work friends and I headed out for the obligatory drink after work at our local haunt.

Working in the city was great. We caught the train from the outer suburbs – a group from the East and another group from the West and we stepped out together – no designated driver and everywhere within walking distance.  

One drink, led to two, which led to another bar, for another one or two!

I don’t remember where we ended up, or exactly where it was in the C.B.D. (maybe due to the one or two I consumed!) but I do remember walking down a flight of stairs into a dark, smoke filled room and hearing an acoustic guitar and a young man singing. His voice was amazing.

It was just the one guy on the makeshift stage. He wore denim on denim (a faux pas these days!) and his long hair kept falling over his face while he was intent on his guitar. He sat on a stool in the smoky haze and belted out lyrics to songs we knew from the radio; some heartfelt, some sad, some just easy to sing to. It was like our own intimate concert.
 

Fast forward twenty five years or so.

The room wasn’t smoke filled this time, and there was stage lighting, a drummer, bass guitarist and keyboard player. But it was the same guy belting out tunes. His hair (or what may be left) was hidden under a fedora hat. His voice and the songs exactly the same as all those years ago.

We sat in comfortable chairs in the darkened theatre and sang along, feeling glad that history was repeating – until he sang ‘Silent Witnesses’. This twenty something year old song refers to the refugee crises, which has only escalated over all this time. I’m not ashamed to say I cried as I sang.

It is time to stop history from repeating itself… I might not have a good singing voice like Jack Jones from Southern Sons but I want to use it anyway...  
Jo
 
Southern Sons: Silent Witnesses YouTube clip:

Thursday, 4 October 2018


I have to say it’s great having school holidays - we use that time at our work to catch up on all the things we don’t seem to have time for through the school term.

The first week we are very excited about what we are going to do. The plans we have for these two weeks seem to be immense, so we work hard and fast thinking they’ll fly by and we’ll still be stuck in the planning stage.

However we seem to have everything all done, and more than we planned to do, and as much as we were looking forward to the break from our ordinary week, we are so looking forward to our friends and participants coming back. We have missed them all so much.

We have filled up the coffee machine, got the urn ready for Meditation Monday and the soup on the go for Art on Wednesday…. we are ready for the next term, as busy as it’s going to be…bring it on….and bring our friends back.
 
Trish

Monday, 1 October 2018


OTHER HOLY POETS HAVE NO TROUBLE CALLING ON THE BELOVED.

 

Other holy poets have no trouble calling on the Beloved; I am a bit shy to do that although I do love and enjoy His presence.

 

Instead I look at this huge old gumtree outside and wonder at its hospitality.

There must be a dozen bird varieties who feel at home there.

Into the hollow in its side I see the tail end of a little green parrot disappear and later, a perfect little red head coming out.

 

Is God’s hospitality like that?

 

The kookaburra stops by and peeps in. He’d like to have the baby chicks for dinner.

And the beautiful red and blue rosella would like that too.

Beneath the branches the magpie has stopped yodelling and pulls up baby worms from the short grass

 

Is God’s hospitality like that too?

 

It seems even God can’t change the nature of things - or the hearts of men unless they are willing.

 

I did a workshop once with a woman who suffered ongoing pain with a debilitating illness. She was concerned about her son’s predicament. Before we left she told me this: I’ve put him in God’s hands now and I will trust whatever happens

 

I imagine God would like that.

I think that woman is truly God’s beloved.

 

And so is her son.
 
Columba



Tuesday, 18 September 2018


Thriller 

A group of us met around our coffee table in the lounge room. It was dark and windy outside but the smell of coffee and the dimly lit room gave a welcoming ambience.

Some of us came straight from work, some car pooled together, some travelled a fair distance, but we all met for one common goal: to review of the book of the month, ‘Conclave’ by Robert Harris.

This fictional, thriller gave us insight into the process of selecting a new Pope behind the locked doors of the Sistine Chapel with detail and believability – but  more than the process, the Cardinals, Archbishops and Dean of the College of Cardinals came to life. The human trials these holy men faced; ambition, scandal, rivalry and doubt moved the story with pace. Not to mention the ending! But we won’t. We’ll leave that for you to discover….
 

We all enjoyed this one, some even loved it, and the hour we spent dissecting the parts that stuck with us went by quickly. So, we organised to meet again after reading a ‘The Circle’ by Dave Eggers - wondering what each of us will think - and left again into the dark and windy night…
 
 
 
You're welcome to join us: Monday 15 October 2018
 
 
 
 

Monday, 20 August 2018


 People are NOT for sale.

 
We had a wonderful speaker at our Talks on Spirituality recently; her name is Stancea Vichie, M S S - a true advocate to the cause on forced marriages and human trafficking that occurs here in Melbourne! Her talk was was an absolute eye opener.

Although the subject was heinous and very, very confronting it was very important to hear.

We tend to think these atrocities happen in other countries, not our beautiful Australia. How wrong we are, it is very much happening here.

It could be the waiter/waitress at your coffee  shop, the person at the checkout, hairdresser, or nail artist or the people who give you beautiful massages and it’s very much alive in the sex industry..... mind you all of these people are not trafficked, but how sad for the ones who are.

Being aware of this happening in our neighbourhood is the first step; please don’t close your eyes. Report any suspicions to the Australian Federal Police, or you can get more information from ACRATH:

 
 


People are NOT for sale.

                                                       - Trish
 

Thursday, 9 August 2018


Travel makes the world a smaller place…






I have just returned from my first ever trip to Bali – what a beautiful place and the people are warm and friendly. It was exactly what I needed to restore my cold bones; I relaxed, explored, swam, shopped, walked and walked, made new friends, enjoyed the friend I was with, I laughed with strangers and had a ball.

What is it about travelling that compels me to connect with people I don’t know more deeply than I do at home?

While I was away I wasn’t shy to ask strangers for directions, share a joke with the pool bar staff, or help a stranger with her English language speaking project. I offered tips to my driver/waiters and was fascinated by the stories behind the smiles of the locals I encountered.

Is it because of the change of scenery, or having a relaxed state of mind? I’m home again now trying to harness this relaxed attitude into my everyday life…

Counting down the days until my next trip…. :)

Sunday, 22 July 2018

We wish everyone a Merry Christmas in July, love and blessings

Monday, 8 August 2016

Cultural Threads Exhibition Launch

We were lucky to work alongside two amazing artists, Margaret and Thea, towards exhibits for the Dandenong Cultural Threads Exhibition.  We embroidered a large tapestry and made ‘leaves’ for the displays in Harmony Square and Heritage Hill.  Jo M. was invited to give the address at the launch of the Exhibition at Heritage Hill, and her speech is attached:


"Thank you for giving me this opportunity to tell you a little bit about The Open Door.  For those of you who don’t know, The Open Door is a centre for creative spirituality here in Dandenong and a ministry of the Sisters of St John of God. My name is Jo and I’m part of The Open Door Team.

Our centre started @ 8 years ago with a dream of Sr Columba. Her vision was to offer a place where people of all beliefs (or none) are welcome to explore their spirituality through creativity, and a place to do this safely, without any judgement.

The dream materialised into a lovely little house around the corner from here in Ann Street, where we offer a wide range of workshops in the creative fields; art of soul, creative writing, a variety of Meditations, a sing-a-long, cooking workshop, book club, tai chi, gospel workshop, guided walks and retreats, card making, and of course our sewing circle. 

By operating from this welcoming place, and offering hospitality and acceptance, we hope people feel free to express their own creativity without fear or judgement that the outcomes of creativity are not the focus, rather the joy of creating is (and that’s not to discount the artwork people do, because they have amazing talent).  Being creative and sharing it with others can be daunting.  It requires an honest exchange and a safe place where people can challenge ideas, fearlessly experiment and learn new skills.  We think The Open Door provides this space.

As you can imagine, the end products of our creativity vary dramatically with each individual, as people are expressing what is important to them in a manner that is relevant, challenging and fun.  No two stories in the creative writing group are ever the same even if they start with the same prompt, no piece of artwork is ever an exact ‘replica’ and every sewing project is unique to its creator. It is very rewarding to see people flourish with the skills they learn from each other, their originality, the artwork they produce, and the friendships that are formed. 

*Just to let you know, we don’t have official teachers running our workshops – it’s the people who come along to The Open door who have a talent they’re willing to share that we learn from.  We have a mutual understanding; we all learn from each other, and there is no shortage of talent here within the Dandenong Community.
Over the 8 year journey our centre has gone through many transformations; the garage into an art studio (thanks to East Dandenong Rotary), a self-contained bungalow in the backyard into a multi-purpose studio, we’ve acquired a piano for our singing group,  not to mention numerous sewing machines, sewing equipment and materials for our Sewing circle (thanks to friends of our community for their donations).  We are a constant work in progress and are growing all the time.  It’s exciting.

We meet a diverse group of people at The Open Door.  People at different stages in their lives, different ages, people of different backgrounds, races, and cultures.  We believe culture is intrinsic to communities, and art is an important aspect of culture. Having common ground, such as a creative workshop to explore art/craft can be an effective way to connect and learn from each other.  As can catching up following a workshop with a cuppa and a chat or a laugh.  Creativity has a way of connecting people of all ages and backgrounds, a place where they can trade skills and share stories.

We are also connected with organisations such as ERMHA, Mind Australia, and Pinelodge Clinic to name a few.  We have people come along to our workshops from these organisations.  There is an understanding that being creative and part of a community can be essential to address social issues such as isolation, mental health, etc.  Everyone is welcome at The Open Door.

We are also associated with The Dandenong Library – it has been a great source of ideas and support, as of course, has been Dandenong Council. 
This is actually the second Cultural Threads exhibition we have been a part of, and our community thoroughly enjoys participating in a joint community project.   We take pride in seeing our work on display within our community.  It’s a thrill.  The textile artists, Margaret and Thea have been a delight and have fitted in with our sewing circle like old friends (they even laughed at the jokes we told!)  They have shared their talent and have trusted us with their vision for this display and we have loved every minute with them.  Greer and Koula are also wonderful in keeping us informed of community projects.  We are blessed to be a part of a caring and supportive network.

We believe life is about understanding and caring for yourself and improving your relationships with friends, family and workmates.  We recognise that joy, love and kindness are intrinsic elements of a good life.

We hope to keep The Open Door dream alive and to see you one day for a workshop."

 

 

Monday, 23 May 2016

On Transformation


On Transformation
Recently a friend of mine died. Her life was marked by two things: much suffering over many years – and the unique love she generated to everyone who knew her. She heard a call to share in Christ’s suffering to liberate us; to free us from what we believe separates us from God. Like St Paul she used her pain to make complete the untold suffering of Christ (Colossians, 24,25). I don’t think I ever met a happier person.

This makes me think again about the problem of pain: Christ is like the Mother of the World carrying the world’s pain in her Cosmic, Sacred Heart; each of us is a part of that Cosmic Heart and shares in its suffering. The challenge is to welcome the pain – to suffer it with consciousness - and to transform it into joy. This is not easy - but in and with Christ - it is possible.
My friend made pain more meaningful for me. She understood that because the Man-God united himself to each of us, we could become partners in his suffering, death and resurrection, and in a way known only to God, to help Christ to transform the world.

I miss my friend. But that unity with her in Christ’s Heart is still strong. May we all know the healing and peace of the Cosmic Heart of Christ.

- Columba

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Paying Attention...

Paying attention…




Every day on my drive to The Open Door, I pass her by and she catches my attention.

There she stands – on a corner of Dandenong Park – gracefully watching the people and the traffic doing their thing.  One of Mother Earth’s creations, completely unperturbed by weather, wildlife or air pollution. 

Her unyielding beauty intrigues me…

What has she witnessed from her viewpoint on the corner?

How has Dandenong changed in the many years she’s been there?

If we had a conversation with her, what could she teach us about the spirituality of Mother Earth?

Are we ready to hear her?

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Speech - a Poem written by Bill McMennemin

Bill is an avid creative writer and friend to The Open Door.
This poem comes from his personal experience.

SPEECH
by Bill McMennemin
 

The tongue, conveyor of words gentle, joined, prolonged

Spake full well in language quaint and olden

Utterance from a cavernous breast, burst forth no longer wronged

Like a peal of a bell, speech rang out golden.

 

Expression is a pleading ghost

Allowed to flit and stray

Stutter and stammer an unwelcomed host

It is a hero that masters the grey.

 

It is good to have an end to journey toward

But it is the journey that matters in the end

Enhance your speech and journey forward

Augment your words, you have time to spend.

 

And strange to tell than amongst us all

Some could articulate, while others not

Sincerest of words endeavour to recall

The truth of yesterday is best forgot.

 

Speech like water willy nilly flowing

Reward here and there

Speech like wind willy nilly blowing

Reward, pride, to compare.

 

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Promise of a new year...


13th January 2016

 
Promise of a new year…


Hot days, late nights, bbq’s, catching up with friends, tennis and cricket, beach, towels, hats and sunscreen – are wonderful words I associate with my summer holidays.
 
And the allure of this is so strong at the end of busy year when we are gearing up for a break over the blessed Christmas period.

But what do you look forward to after we’ve had time celebrating Christmas, relaxing and enjoying the change of pace?

For me, the promise of a new year and all its possibilities is exciting.  It holds a multitude of ‘can do’ options that I have all year to explore.  This giddy time allows the ideas/thoughts/'maybe one day’ plans that have been bubbling away in my mind to come forward to see if they are ‘do-able’.  I think it comes from being relaxed and having time and space to allow these thoughts to grow.

After a break I always look forward to getting back into routine and sinking my teeth into these possibilities – I wonder what will come to light?

Jo

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Conversations of a book club


We held the first book club for 2015 here at The Open Door last week and the book up for discussion was ‘'The Rosie Effect' by Graeme Simsion.


Nine of us gathered, most having read the book (one of us was still in its midst & another was waiting to hear our reviews to see if she would take it on) and an hour long discussion ensued.


There was as surprising range of topics covered in that hour and if you didn't know we were a 'book club' you might not have guessed if you were a fly on the wall!
Love, dedication, mental health issues, how to cope with them, pregnancy, promiscuity, artwork, how we arrange our wardrobes, and our work spaces - well, we seemed to cover a lot of topics...


And all of this from one 350 plus page book about impending fatherhood by a wonderful Australian author.

 It is amazing what happens when a group of like-minded people come together and share ideas and opinions: friendship blossoms. And best of all we get to do it all again next month after reading 'Bitter Greens' by another Aussie author, Kate Forsyth.


Happy reading

Jo

Thursday, 5 December 2013

A Christmas thought

As Christmas approaches I have begun to think about all the people that will be spending Christmas by themselves and of the people who will be struggling to buy their children presents or put enough food on the table; and think.....But there for the Grace of God go I.......

I recently listened to Richard Rohr & Shane Claiborne's 'When action meets contemplation' and I was really moved by Shane talking about how we ''insulate'' ourselves from the pain and suffering that is going on around us. We get so wrapped up in our own little world that, unless it is directly in front of us, we rarely see the needs of others. We watch the news and turn away if things are to insulting or horrific. We walk past the beggar on the street and grumble to ourselves ''get a job'' or worse still, not even notice him. We numb our minds and hearts by filling our days & nights with meaningless, trivial nonsense such as shopping for more things we don't need or will never use, or watching garbage on the television that teaches us nothing.

I heard on The Project the other night that Australia is the top country on the 2012 World Giving Index and that makes me feel so proud, as I am one of the many that make that possible. Of all the things our country could be number one in, this is one to be extremely proud of. While not taking anything away from that great achievement I wonder how many Australians give of themselves on a regular basis. Sometimes I ask myself 'if I give economically does that mean I don't have to give physically, emotionally or spiritually? Of course not. Giving of yourself in any and every way possible is how we can best 'LIVE' the Gospel as we are all ''called to be disciples.''

How will you 'LIVE' the Gospel this Christmas?






''He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.'' - Roy L Smith
Source - http://www.searchquotes.com/search/Christmas_Blessing/4/ 



Wednesday, 18 September 2013

The Golden Years

Do you ever feel like the senility of old age is catching up to you?  I don't think you have to be in your 60's or 70's to have that feeling. I think it can start as early as your 40's. I am starting to be more forgetful, did I turn the iron off when I left for work this morning, where did I put my reading glasses, and the most common of them all.......where did I put my keys.

Well, this little gem was sent to me on Facebook, I would love to credit the author as it is brilliant, alas I don't know who that is (or did I and I have just forgotten????).

Enjoy.............


DONT LAUGH TOO LOUDLY - IT COULD BE YOU  

 
Several days ago as I left a meeting I desperately gave myself a personal search looking for my car keys.

They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.

Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the car park.

My husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition.

My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. His theory is that the car will be stolen.

As I scanned the car park I came to a terrifying conclusion! His theory was right. The car park was empty.

I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.

Then I made the most difficult call of all.

"Hello My Love", I stammered; I always call him "My Love" in times like these. "I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen."

There was a period of silence. I thought the call had disconnected, but then I heard his voice. He barked, "I dropped you off!"

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."

He retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your bloody car."

This is what they call, " the Golden Years!"

 
 

Monday, 16 September 2013

Woman’s Wisdom Retreat Day

We had 13 phenomenal women join us for this retreat day led by Sr Columba, which began with welcoming cups of coffee and tea and a meaningful opening ritual. This was based on the points of the compass and the seasons and was Christ based. It was a sacred and moving ritual using various symbols which formed a beautiful visual display. After this amazing start to our day we exchanged thoughts and ideas while getting to know each other in small groups. We broke for a ‘shared’ meal which was delicious, and then some of us took some time to enjoy the beautiful garden, before we came back in for the afternoon session.

The remainder of the day incorporated silent contemplation, taken in the tranquillity of the garden, and time to reflect on the shared gifts that were given and received in this intimate and safe setting. To close our sacred space we partook in a closing ritual returning icons and symbols to the center focal point of our circle and gave thanks for this time together with a prayer by Lynne Hybel. 

Dear God, please make us dangerous women.
May we be women who acknowledge our power to change, and grow, and be radically alive for God.
May we be healers of wounds and righters of wrongs.
May we weep with those who weep and speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.
May we cherish children, embrace the elderly, and empower the poor.
May we pray deeply and teach wisely.
May we be strong and gentle leaders.
May we sing songs of joy and talk down fear.
May we never hesitate to let passion push us,
Conviction compel us, and righteous anger energise us.
May we strike fear into all that is unjust and evil in the world.
May we dismantle abusive systems and silence lies with truth.
May we shine like stars in a darkened generation.
May we overflowing with goodness in the name of God and by the power of Jesus.
And in that name and by that power, may we change the world.
Dear God, please make us dangerous women. Amen.
Lynne Hybel

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Colour: my world

The setting was picturesque.  I was in a beach side cafĂ© overlooking the choppy bay with a storm rolling in.  I was lounging in the last rays of sun before the rain, admiring the intensity of the colours of this setting:  greens, aqua, grey, all shades of blue, nearly black and the mustard yellow of the sand.  I was thinking what a beautiful place St Kilda is.

The water had been the attraction – its lulling effect was exactly what I needed after a big weekend.  I tried to keep my breathing in rhythm with the coming and going of the waves - but was easily distracted by the reggae beat entertaining the Sunday relaxers.

As the sun was swallowed up, the sky got darker and the bay seemed to get greener.  My focus shifted. People going by were strolling, jogging, skating, walking dogs, playing chasey with toddlers and I noticed myself looking at them, really seeing them; they became the attraction rather than the white caps and their magnetic pull.

Their smiles, easy conversation, friendly acknowledgments and the pure brightness of them felt contagious.  The backdrop faded in comparison to their vibrancy.  The colours of rosy cheeks, woolly scarves, hats, dog leads and wheels on the skates, even the laughter and cheekiness seemed to emanate a colour.

And I realised, it isn’t only St Kilda that is beautiful – our whole world is.  We are truly blessed to be able to experience all the different colours of life.

What’s your favourite colour?

~ Jo
 

Sunday, 30 June 2013

The promise of a new day.


I admit it, I was on ‘auto-pilot’.

The house could have been burning down around me and I wouldn’t have noticed.

My focus was:

1.One more early morning start,

2.One more set of lunches to make,

3.One more daytime routine to get through,

4.One more Mum’s taxi service after school,

then…

HOLIDAYS – you know the feeling, right?

I was mentally checking off the first 2 items on the list and dragging the non-co-operative kids into the car (gearing up for item 3) when I opened the door and saw the sun rising.

I don’t mean that’s the time of day it was, or it was happening all around me – although both are true – I mean I actually watched and paid attention to the changing wonder of the darkness to light.

The gradual light unveiled the night’s many secrets.  Dew drops on flowers, random pockets of fog, pink fairy floss clouds, a snail trail on my driveway, paw prints on the car bonnet and condensation from car exhausts.  All such simple things yet, when I thought about them, they are amazing.  And all of this was going on while I was busy ticking off my list – oblivious to it all.

The promise of this new day both inspired and invigorated me and if you haven’t experienced this time of day (yes, it will be early and, yes, it will be cold and, yes, you will still have much to do) treat yourself to this fantastic show – its magical.

~Jo
 


Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Getting to know Eckhart


As part of our spiritual formation at The Open Door , I have recently been attempting to read ‘The Power Of Now’ by Eckhart Tolle.  I’m finding it very hard to get my head around the concepts in the book and am already planning a second read through, hoping for more clarity.

The idea of being in ‘The Now’ has great merit and is more difficult than it sounds.  The ability to bring your absolute attention to a person, task or activity, allows for complete appreciation and enjoyment of the moment ‘The Now’.

The mind is a saboteur, which is constantly on the alert for problems past and present, and in doing so robs us of the joy of ‘The Now’.

This alone is enough to work on at the present moment for this little mind!

More later...


~ Lucy

Thursday, 30 May 2013

My friends, my second family that I choose for myself


I was just thinking of my friends, what I love about them and their unique and diverse qualities, some friends share an interest in golf others like to share quality time for good food and gossip, some have been friends for a good part of a lifetime, others came on the scene a bit later.  One calls me her pretend sister and some are from a shared working experience in what seems another lifetime.  Some started as friends of friends, others as partners to my husband’s friends and all became my treasured, dependable, and excellent and bestest buddies.  Who could do without friends?
~ Lucy
To my old friends, and to my new friends at The Open Door, I would like to share this poem on Friendship by Rachael Ellis:

When we first talked to each other
I knew we would always be friends.
Our friendship has kept on growing
And I’ll be there for you to the end.
 You listen when I have a problem
And help dry the tears from my face.
You take away my sorrow
And put happiness in its place.
We can’t forget the fun we’ve had
Laughing  ‘til our faces turn blue.
Talking of things only we find funny
People think we’re insane-if only they knew!
I guess this is my way of saying thanks
For catching me when I fall.
Thanks once again for being such a good friend
And being here with me through it all.