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Author: Patty Beecham
Top of the tide
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Along the shore, footstep by footstep, the thin, crisp line wanders. Meandering along the top of the tide, it states: I was here, once. It binds throughout each coastal bay, every beach and cove, weaving Australia with a tidal thread of today. Tomorrow, the moon beckons a different…
Country rain – from Switzerland to Nigeria.
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Driving through stinging rain. Grey clouds hang like a shroud, whilst further to the south, sweeping sheets of white cover the hills and fields, causing small streams in paddocks to run, puddling at fence lines. Today I am going to film a small country funeral for a Swiss woman, who…
A Christmas Story (to be read aloud)
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T ‘was the night before Christmas And in Little Bethlehem Mary’s labour had commenced “Thank God” she said, “Amen”. T ‘was the night before Christmas And Mary’s labour had begun “I’m glad I’m off that donkey now, My bottom is quite numb!” There was no room inside the…
The Spirit of Boothville
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Many of you already know me. You call me atmosphere. What you feel is the patina of a thousand families, the shared tradition of birth, the dignity, the feelings that are right, the choices you have made. Recently I have felt your fears, when it was thought my spirit might…
Jacquie’s Funeral – Thoughts.
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Driving through canyons of concrete and kilometres of road works, I am relying on my GPS to take me to a large Maori family at Redbank Plains, to film their beloved daughter and sister who died quickly and tragically of an undiagnosed tumour in her chest. She was 37, she had…