Where science and art meet

Where science and art meet,

Is a very special street,

 

That is more of treat than a destination,

A special universal creation,

 

The speaks the truth of this moment,

As we see it,

 

Do not try and understand,

Simply “Be it”,

 

For whether this place lies under you feet,

Or becomes the seat,

 

That you chose to dwell upon,

You will always find Love,

 

In every direction you look,

If only you can let go of the hook,

 

That keeps you trapped in the mind.

 

Learn to be kind,

And awken the blind,

 

Within you.

 

Those who understand this are few,

But still seek out this special crew,

 

Because this “peace” in life is long overdue.

 

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Right now I am feeling quite blessed to be in London, spending the night in a hotel room with my beloved father who I owe so much to. So humble, so caring, the man who taught me what sharing was all about, modelled through the way he lived his life, and the way he provided for his family.

Sometimes when you are the recipient of great genenrosity there can be an immense pressure to reciprocate rather than appreciate. At present I choose to focus on the latter, and perhaps it is my deep connection with the arts that I can see things from a number of perspectives.

During the last 48 hours I have had a brief trip through “London town” which has felt quite special, if not magical, meeting and reconnected with family and wonderful friends. In such a short period of time I feel as if I have journeyed through a diverse range of geography, society, history, and art.

Some of the many highlights include a brief stay with my father in the centre of London, both of us respectively on transit between medical conferences, and having a brief yet meaningful walk along the Southbank of the Thames river. I also managed to pleasurably catch up with a range of friends and relatives including during a short space of time.

This included a dear old friend and flatmate who introduced me to the world of playback theatre many years ago and is now a dance movment therapist; an educational child psychologist who is nearing the end of her doctorate on the use of mindfulness training in schools; a special primary school friend who I have kept in touch with from the days of attending a British international school in Saudi Arabia during the 90’s, and of course the friend who introduced me to a form of mindfullenss training during my PhD fieldwork in Sri Lanka, himself an interesting medical doctor, and researcher in mindfullness medicine.

Finally, my stay in London culiminated with a night out with my dear cousin and her dancer friends in Covent Gardens. My cousin, herself an performing Flamenco dancer, and successful business woman and my old medical muso friend from Sydney, who happened to be visiting London, catching up with his own old friend who likes to experience life to its fullest.

I couldn’t help but reflect that after a weekend of exploration through science (a world that I am embedded within), mindfullness, and travel, it was the perhaps on the dance floor of what seemed like an exclusive London arts club that I again remember the salient importance of music, dance and art, and the quote shared with me by my cousin earlier that night.

“civilizations aren’t remembered by their business people, bankers or lawyers. They are remembered by their arts” – Eli Broad.

This morning as I was leaving on a bus to Victoria station where I would catch a train to the airport, I couldn’t help but notice, one more time, the increadible depth of art that I was surrounded by in London.

Onwards and upwards to #smaccDUB

So as I head towards one foremost conferences in critical care – SMACC Dub (Social Media and Critical Care) I am looking forward to experience more science, and but also more art and creativity. For whilst this conference that is touted at being one of the most dynamic in the arena of critical care, it has also proved to be a meeting place for some of the brightest and creative ideas in health care of modern times.

I am so looking forward to Dublin!!

 

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Illawara folk festival 2015

Festival of truth,

Festival of love,

 

With music for the soul,

We all rise above,

 

Beyond the dirt and mirth,

The extension of our girth,

 

Is a ‘being’ waiting to be born.

 

Beyond a critics scorn,

Our passion is forlorn,

Within the realm of “creativity”,

 

So let the energy of dance flow,

And with the night stars they glow,

Eating food for all cultures,

No longer are we a vulture,

But rather “creators” of the best,

Forgetting all the rest,

 

By simply enjoying the energy of FUN.

 

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Today we were entertained and enthralled by the Illawara’s premier music festival that was oozing with local and international talent. There was dance, food, world music, folk, rock, blues, open mic, story telling, funk, and much, much more.

We had heard good things about this festival and awaited it’s arrival, but upon spending 8 hours in this magical setting, located at the Bulli showgrounds, with camping on the race tracks, we were both blown away with how the afternoon, and evening panned out.

There were many highlight amongst the multiple acts, performed on multiple stages, that were viewed by us today. The line up of what we saw or partook in included; Debasis Chakroborty and the Kriti, Kristina Olsen, Micahel Fix, Michael-John Azzopardi, the Scottish Ceilidh with the fiddle club, Guerilla Zingari, Afenginn, Sea Shanties, Swing Booty, and Big Erle.

Artistic Solitude

The serene surroundings,
Echo a warmth from within,

And in the stillness of being,
Awaken’s the voice of inner calling,

Enthralling… as the “to-do” lists may be,
We first must be blind in order to see,

What is beneath the surface,
Perhaps our true purpose,

But either way generosity and kindness are the key.

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I just had the good fortune of staying with old friends at an amazing house located within an inner city suburb of Sydney, and in the last 24 hours have experienced a taste of architecture and creative homeliness. This couple has put a lot of effort into designing and crafting a beautiful home, and it has been a privilege for me to see the journey unfold.

Last night I stayed in the guest room of their house but it could easily have been a boutique hotel’s main room. The interior designs beautifully wrapped around and with the house exuded flavours from all over the world including, Morocco, France, China, Tibet, and even heritage Sydney.

For me what really added to the experience of this place was the depth of the art that surrounded me. Whilst it would be feasible to professionally hire an interior designer to create a luxury space along similar themes; such as world travel, antique artifacts, and local heritage, there would be something missing which was ever present in this home – a “depth of authenticity”.

Reflecting in this mornings solitude when I had the place to myself was an awareness of surrounding art that was more than mere decoration, they actually exuded elements of a couple’s personal travel adventure, and home planning that had exceeded 10 years. I remember staying in this very house almost a decade earlier, whilst the new house designs were simply a blueprint coyly displayed on the corridor wall, where it seemed like a dream that may or may not eventuate. But the quest had already begun with items from trips to Morocco were being stored in parents garages, during numerous trips to Europe, whilst doing the classic “Aussie – UK OE” (overseas experience, or Work abroad program).

I’m sure many travelers have had dreams like this, to take bits of the travel that compose such fond memories, and embed these memories into a more conventional life on the other side of the world, through the medium of art and interior design. However, few that I know have actually managed to pull it off so well. It’s been a long road but I can proudly say that you guys have done something amazing – well done Romesh and Geetha – thanks for having me over again – I love the way that this dream has panned out!

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