Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A Wide Brown Land For Me


In the Thinking Caps book there is a piece about 'Calling Australia Home' and the values of mate ship, giving things your best shot and a fair go for all. Each year I fly over Australia 30 or 40 times and this wide, red dirt land disappears in 5 or 6 hours of reading, doing a crossword or two and having a meal. It has been many years since I drove across Oz (I hitched across several times in younger years when the World was a different place) and it really is a wonderful thing to do. In a slow drive across this land you notice subtle changes, hues of color, diversity of landscape and you sense the rugged and ragged beauty. You also appreciate some of the great challenges of distance that rural and remote Australian communities face. I am so glad we are not just all cities and I am so glad that we have taken this slower time (Coo-ee Time) to journey. To dip our toes into various beaches, to sense the heat of 45 degree days when the wind can cook you and then to enjoy the spray of a late sea breeze.

Years ago Macca and I wrote a song called Cooee Child based on a poem I wrote as Marc Diffen and I sat on the granite rocks outside of Mt Magnet. 'Go gently within the morning, go slowly within your day, go with your eyes wide open, Cooee Child the word is spoken... let's walk about this wondrous untouched land...' As we walk about this wide and wondrous land I am reminded to breathe deeply in nature, particularly when so much of our lives is in cities and on planes.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Multiple Personalities



It's funny but I bumped into someone recently who said 'Glenn Capelli, weren't you the footballer?' In my early years my 'identity' was that of the kid down the oval kicking a footy, the young bloke leading a side onto a field, Capa the Captain. Two knee operations later and I have to conclude my days of kicking a footy, so I get my knees to take up marathon running. For years I ran a minimum of 10KMs a day and usually far more. My best Marathon time was 3 Hours 15 Minutes and I was aiming to break the magic 3 hour mark when (as might be guessed) the knee collapsed again.

From 'identity' of Footballer, to Runner and then to Hobo. For a lot of the 1980s my possessions were all rolled into a backpack as I chucked laps of the World - kibbutz in Israel, four summers of Camp in North Carolina, months in Kenya, trains in Europe: sleeping rough and sometimes not sleeping at all.

It's funny how many identities we are tagged with throughout life - footballer, runner, hobo, husband, business person, teacher, guy on radio, speaker... but I hope whatever identities we are tagged with, no matter how the world sees us, that we maintain the identity of being a Learner at our core. To experience diversity and continue to learn from it, to experience others beneath their 'identities' and to continue to learn from them.