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Is It Fair? April 21, 2010

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Is it fair?

Is life fair?

Kids make sure you know about that.

It’s not fair, you’re not fair, and that wasn’t fair!!!

Justice, balance, kids see it.

And, they voice, identify, truly understand it.

Sitting at his office, he told us, if you were to be unlucky to have a cancer, you are lucky to have this one.

This one has a drug just perfect for it.

Knocks out the cancer cells,

You even get to keep your hair!

I sat by him, while the pump purred the miracle drug into his veins.

I drank the instant coffee, as the pot boiled the water, continuously, for all of us, sitting by beds, chairs, waiting for the miracle to happen.

Its years later, the miracle occurred.

Hair is still on him, growing, the bad cells are gone.

He is alive, and kicking.

Others aren’t, died, sadly, described as battles, journeys, and fights. Endless fundraisers, ribbons, badges, there’s always an event organise, or a product endorsed to support.

Did we win? I walk in the ward with him, for his check ups, like the seasons, booked in to check him as the months past.

I never really feel elated, joy, it’s gone.

For, I hear the pumps whirring; I see the pot boiling, the steam flowing from a freshly made instant cup of hope.

They are the others, obeying the instructions of chemotherapy, waiting for the beeps to free them, disband the tubes, get up and walk away.

I imagine, the pumps thrown out by smiling bald headed people. Watching like children at the smashing pieces flying off the pavements below.

I dream of walking on the bits of plastic.

My shoe crunching like an astronauts step on the bald head of the moon.

‘Mamma Maroula’

 

“Stephanie Alexander looks happier” July 23, 2009

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 The picture in the paper was of Stephanie with a casual arm leaning on a tree, outside somewhere peaceful.

Many times I have seen pics of Stephanie, and thought she looks a bit, angry, or pissed off, not a very expressive smile, unlike Maggie from the cook and the chef.

I know that is an unfair expectation to have, that every celebrity cook should have a magnificent smile, but I always wondered about Stephanie.

 Funnily enough,  I love the comment added to today’s photo. “Stephanie says, that she wants to know, why she’s given half her life to people she hates now”.

 I thought, what a freaky thing to say! It really resonated with me. The angst that we may harbor within. Against ex lovers we regret, that one day we agreed to go out on that date with them, or the job that took too much from you.

Stephanie’s statement was brilliant, and maybe not placed on a t-shirt, but maybe on a apron, so while I’m baking, I can happily smear my dirty hands all over it, Stephanie hopefully would approve.

 

Mama Maroula

 

Neat House During School Holidays?!!

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” an equation that doesn’t’ add up!:”

 9 July 2009

 We all want one don’t we? A neat home. A clean home. A neat house. Everything in its place, because everything had a place in the first place.

I walked around such a home, and marveled at the cleanliness, décor , but couldn’t unsettle the feeling, of discomfort.

Why? I wondered and still wonder. It was the feeling that I didn’t feel, that had me pondering the most. Why didn’t I want to live their, with my family, in the neat house, almost the perfect home.  Am I abnormal!!! Yes, validation at last.

 I walk into my home, stumble over mislaid shoes, bags to put away, and step into the kitchen area, my domain, and put away the latest pantry essentials I had shopped prior.

No this wasn’t a neat home, or a clean home or a perfectly décor home, but it made me happy, it brought me comfort. Yes, I am always trying to tidy and neaten and decorate, but it will never look like someone else’s home.

 Make your home how you want it, if you haven’t any ideas, don’t just copy the latest home magazine pages, include your  kids for some advice, because they live their too!

And get them to pack away their shoes and bags too!

From Mama Maroula

 

Dr. Seuss’ wisdom May 10, 2009

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I was reading to the 3 year old a book she chose. She arose triuphantly from the pile on the floor, which were a second ago books neatly stacked on a bookshelf! Dr Seuss “Oh the places you’ll go!”. Ok, here we go for the nite time read, praying she of all 3 years would blissfully fall asleep asap!kissing fish
As I read and read and read, I couldn’t believe the treasure of a book, she found in that bookstack! Dr Seuss cleverly masked his picture book, underneath a brilliant world of his wisdom, like that of a person who has lived his life, like a grandfather. His optimism, coupled with his realism, of times that may be sad, just touched my heart unexpectedly, I too came to back to my life as ms three snored loudly, as i closed that special book,..:you’re off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So….get on your way!’ by Dr Seuss

Mama Maroula

 

About Mama Maroula-Words & Washing Author April 21, 2009

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‘Mama Maroula’ is a friend, a mum from my childrens school. She constantly surprises me with her dry wit and quiet disposition. Maroula has always loved to write. Her little notebook is always tucked in her bag ready for shopping lists, phone numbers and impromptu thoughts she might want to write about later. So, please enjoy some of the moments caught on paper by ‘Mama Maroula’.

 

School Holidays Over

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School Holidays over
Back in uniform
They have left our abode
Back to our to do lists
Like our waists, overflowing.
Chin up, we grab both
We get on with it
Our empty bins off the kerb
Chores are quietly,
Getting done
So when you pass her
Pushing the trolley, fast.
Standing in your queue
Acknowledge that her clock
is ticking,  to the sound
of the school timetable
School holidays are over
She’s back to the clock
The School Mum,
ticking her list
as you read this.
                                            ……. Mama Maroula