Tuesday, July 24, 2007

100 paper cranes...



Our friend Anna who is eleven and lives in Oregon made these 100 paper cranes as a symbol of peace, in response to the beautiful story of an eleven year old Japanese girl named Sadako. She sent them to us, and Eowyn and Coco hung them around our Seattle Sadako statue's neck, joining a beautiful chain of peace and sorrow all around the world.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Harry Potter Party!




Eowyn went as Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet, Coco was Ginny (Go Gryffindor!), Bens played Tom Marvolo Riddle (before he became Lord Voldemort!) and Megs dissembelled as Nymphadora Tonks (Go Hufflepuff!!)

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

WE LOVE YOU SEREN!



That's our big orange sun from the solstice party on the wall in the top left, the girl's wonderful library in the top right, my exotic purse in the bottom left and Eowyn and Cosette's multivitamins in the bottom right - you know, a bit of vitamin C so's to absorb the non-haem iron in their brekkie cereal!

Love you Seren, and love to all in the blogging community,

Meg

Saturday, July 14, 2007

HEUREUSE ANNIVERSAIRE SAM!

We toasted you over lunch of oysters, stuffed mushrooms, crab and artichoke dip and South African 'herding cats' chenin blanc chardonnay! That's little Sam, who just celebrated his first birthday, in the arms of Katie!

Friday, July 13, 2007

Personal Statement – Iowa Writers’ Workshop

Wonderful blogging community,

I'm posting this statement with two purposes.
1. It kind of summarises where I want to be going, which I want to share with you
2. I'd love feedback! They've asked me to: "Include your purpose in pursuing graduate study, any research you wish to pursue, and your future vocational goals."

Thanks for reading this - I feel honoured by your interest in my life!!

I want to write a novel, with beautiful sentences and adroitly crafted chapters. Since preschool I have read voraciously, and appreciate exquisite writing in multifarious forms. I have natural writing talent, and derive deep satisfaction from creating prose, yet I have spent my life longing to write novels and not doing so.

The work I am submitting came into existence because I was applying to attend the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Belonging to this writing community would enable me to be disciplined in producing literature. The tutelage and mentoring I would receive is something I yearn for and need, if my work is to take wings and soar. The teaching staff would be excellent for me, I believe. I am reading Marilynne Robinson’s writing, and see in her novels the kind of aesthetically beautiful minutiae I would like to develop, along with perfected weaving of overarching themes. There is much for me to learn in becoming the kind of author I aspire to be.

I gently feel Earth’s heartbeat, in the stories and sorrows and hopes of those with whom I interact. My childhood experiences of bereavement and abuse have grown in me a compassion which is reflected in my writing. Following the birth of my daughter Cosette, I experienced postnatal depression. Literature is healing for me in illuminating and comforting my struggles and pains. I would like to write books which explore the difficulties of being human and being a parent, and make it easier for people to accept themselves.

I participated in a therapeutic story group, where each person read their writing aloud, and the group responded to what had been shared, focusing on remaining emotionally present as the writing relived painful emotions. This experience was life-changing for me, and a technique I would like to research and emulate.

I have lived and travelled in Third World countries, and felt estranged from the Western world ever since. Fiction addressing issues of culture and poverty in developing nations have been helpful to me. My journeying around the planet enables perspective and insight in my work. In Uganda I worked as a nurse and midwife in a community striving to reinvent itself after the devastation of civil war. I wrote about Kirema in the Australian Women’s Weekly, and would like creatively to delve further into issues of collective powerlessness.

Professional work as a journalist writing and photographing feature articles has taught me to write concisely and to use words which communicate clearly and effectively, a helpful foundation for being a fiction writer. My work has taken me to forty different countries, and helped me engage issues of culture, injustice and marginalisation. My dream to become a novelist has been further aroused in dissecting and analysing novels as a freelance book reviewer for Amazon.com.

I have worked as an educator for underprivileged people in many different contexts, including youth detention centres in USA, services for drug-addicts and prostitutes in Germany and in outback Australia. I enjoy teaching, and would find instructing writing students fulfilling, and filled with possibility for building self-esteem in my students. In reading about poverty, it seems being able to write and speak with excellence is a gift which empowers people to leave cycles of generational poverty.

I began my first novel aged seven on the top bunk-bed of our little cottage in northern Tasmania. Fortified by the community and teaching of the Iowa’s Writers’ Workshop, I anticipate finally completing my debut tome, and a whole lifetime of novels. Thank you for offering this excellent program! I look forward to hearing from you regarding my application.

Yours sincerely,

Megan Ann Jones Ady

PS If you would like to, I'd be honoured if you were to read my work-in-progress

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Monday, July 09, 2007

Coco of the brilliant facial expressions!

I love her little sideways upwards glance...

Our Favourite Alpine Lake...

An Ady family hike is not complete without LOTS of hiding behind trees, jumping out and SCARING each other!









Yesterday we ventured forth unto Lake Coco and Lake Eowyn (AKA Boardman Lake!), a hike the girls have been doing all their lives, to which we have also escorted Grandma, Gump, Uncle Sam, Great Auntie Nancie, 2nd Cousin Mim, 2nd Cousin Taylor, 2nd Cousin India, 2nd Cousin Ethan, 2nd Cousin Abigail (in utero!), 1st cousin-once-removed April, 1st cousin-once-removed Dave, AND we would like to extend an invitation to YOU, as it is indeed very beautiful! As ever, our friend the chipmunk was too speedy and evaded our camera! Oops! All the pics of our hike seemed to have evaded our camera! You'll just have to come and see it for yourself/ves!

Josephine!


This is my wonderful friend Josephine, whom I met in Germany, lived with in Argentina, was with me when I met my future husband, together were initiated in crossing-the-equator-for-the-first-time-aboard-a-ship traversing the Atlantic Ocean, from Brasil to West Africa, & was reunited with in England, at Tom & Anita's wedding and Sam & Becca's wedding... I love Josephine very much and hope the next time we're together is SOON!

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Lake Ozette, Olympic National Park...




In the Forest...




The Olympic Peninsula





Sandy Point Beach




The Pacific Ocean!





A little, green camping spot, two yearling dear curled up sleeping alongside us, inside our cosy camper trailer. A tall, buzzing tree, filled with humming birds and naughty blue-jays and yellow butterflies. A fire, alive with orange molten energy, buffer of warmth against the cold, starry night. Lake Ozette, calm ripples venturing forth to explore distant shores, lines of fluffy green pines trees. A forest, every inch teeming with curling, growing, seeking, earthy-smelling life. Curly roots creating little caves beneath trees, where once a nurse-log slept. Dense woods, huge trees, delicate moss, and suddenly an increasing span of light, getting closer, bursting into the forest ... the coast! The Pacific Ocean, waves curling in, reflecting sunlight, bold, bright, gleaming. Into the icy sea I dive, catching a Pacific wave for the first time since Australia! Eowyn and Cosette, delighted, play in the sea, seemingly not noticing how chilly 'tis. Bens and I discover a delightful haven which we name 'Flotsam House', made of logs, bleached and pounded into beach bones by the sun and the surf. My naked skin touches the sand, warm, soft, encompassing, and as I bathe in the sun, a part of me which is normally asleep in NW USA awakens ... Megan the surfie chick! Yeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!