Thursday, July 31, 2008


The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,

Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

Sylvia Path

Tuesday, July 29, 2008


Eowyn's photography! Bens is off to Oregon blackjacking, so it's all Ladies at the Adies!

Monday, July 28, 2008

Thanks Bucca!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

30 teeth, would you believe now this one just fell out, perfectly celebrating Seren turning 30!

30 Mushroom slices celebrating 30 years or Seren, whom We've called 30 times today to sing HAPPY 30TH BDAY SEREN!

Saturday, July 26, 2008



Coco's discovery . . .

Friday, July 25, 2008



And there are more celebrations of wonderful Serendipity Rose at Dad's new blog!


I love you, dear Sister! I remember rocking your dark brown wooden cradle before you were born, longing for you to arrive in the world. I remember peeking around the door, watching Mum groan through a labour pain in her rocking chair by the fire. I remember dancing in ballet class while you were being born, SO excited to meet you. I remember looking into your eyes, holding you, loving you, being so proud of you.

I love you as a newborn baby, snuggled in my arms.

I love you as the little darling blonde toddler who would follow me around, talking in your dear little high-pitched voice, so responsive to kindness. I love you as my dearling room-mate in Queenstown - you would wake up in the morning so full of energy and delight, and stand in your cot talking to me, as I slowly opened my sleepy eyes.

I love you as a ballerina, beginning aged 3, so elegant and graceful and perfect in your movements, shimmering and silvery in your 20's dance outfit on stage in Kyabram.

I love you as a little sister hand in my big sister hand, walking together, singing, laughing, talking.

I love you dancing on the roof together in Parramatta, drenched in the beauty and wonder of a torrential downpour, thunder booming.

I love you singing Nina Simone in the kitchen in Perth, cooking the most incredible concuctions, throwing in combinations of herbs and spices which ALWAYS created delicious.

I love you walking arm in arm together under the stars along Sorrento Beach.

I love you as my confidante, stroking my tummy and saying 'clean', speaking words of hope.

I love you as my feminist inspiration, introducing me to Adrienne Rich and Judy Grahn and performing sacred rituals together.

I love your voice on the telephone, so soft and strong and beautiful.

I love your words, your txt messages, your eloquence.

I love you winning arguments.

I love you snuggled with me on your bed in Port Macquarie, one of us crying, the other consoling.

I love you plunging together into the soft, foamy ocean at 'Seren's Beach'.

I love you hugging me goodbye and still waving when I looked out my window after take-off.

I love you touching my nose-jewel in the plane, crying and wondering when next I'll see you.

I love you as my sister, my dear sister, whose 30 years I celebrate gleefully. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEREN!!!!!!!!!

All my love, for ever and ever,
Megan Ann

Thursday, July 24, 2008

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things - Gerard Manley Hopkins

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Dad at the JOSEPHINE dinner party @ Katie's! thanks Katie!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Dad is here!

30 daisies celebrating 30 Seren years!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

My little family and I just watched The Princess Bride at our friends the Crawfords, in their outdoor theatre, under the stars and the waning gibbous moon. 6 year old Eowyn snuggled up on my lap, really enjoying herself, reminding me of 6 year old Sam, whom I took to see The Princess Bride in 1987, in Port Macquarie, who also really enjoyed it!!! And sang the theme music, 'Our love is like a story book story' at Benjamin and my wedding in Port Macquarie, (at which I don't think anybody was 6!) 9 year old Seren and 12 year old Rachel also accompanied me to see TPB that first time, as well as the younger Beiers, and tonight, 4 year old Coco, 33 year old Bens, and the Crawfords and Co.! Layers and layers of connection over the years. I wonder what it's like to be 97? Miracle Max and Mrs Miracle Max are my favourite characters. Just before I left for Africa in 1996, I watched their bit again and again and wrote out the lines and used them in a talk I gave on the lawn outside All Saints Parramatta, in the community weekend Tom and Peter and Heather and Philippa and Jenny And Andrew and Marion and I organised, at which we had an awful lot of fun on the jumping castle?!!!!!!!!!!

30 Toes, Celebrating Seren's 30 Years!

30 Leaves, for Seren!

30 Spaghetti, for Seren!

30 Lego Blocks, for Seren, arranged and photographed by Eowyn!

30 Crayons for Seren!

30 Fluffy Beads, for Serendipity Rose, who is turning 30!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Welcome to the world...

...Darling Josephine June Traverse (who LOVES being massaged!!!!!!)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Coco and Mummy's Annual Bastille Day Afternoon Tea!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Do you know who's my

Do you know who's my bestest friend in the whole wide world? asked Eowyn... NANA!

Saturday, July 12, 2008


A slide show of Nana's life

Susan Ann Eaton Ady
Thanks Uncle Steve!

July 10 & 11 2008

Yesterday was Nana's funeral. There was a beautiful photograph of her as a bride at the front of the church, with the most gracious, demure expression on her face. Somehow, having an actual funeral made the fact of her death real, causing deep tears to flow from my heart down my face. People's stories about her - her gentle kindness, her love of laughter, her impishness - made me thankful for her. I can't understand why I was so mean to her in the early years of Bens and my marriage. I think moving to the USA was so overwhelming for me, I feared I would be consummed and somehow lose who I was, and where I was from, in a culture which was so all-encompassing to those existing within it. On her deathbed, dear, gracious Nana expressed to me a deep understanding of the pain I went through during that transition. Her words and soft looks and touch were so healing for me. I love her. I love that she has the grace to forgive me for pushing her away.

She has been a wonderful, loving, committed Nana to my girls. It breaks my heart that she won't be around for the rest of their lives on earth. There was opportunity for people to share stories and memories during the funeral, and Coco went up the front and into the microphone said "I love Nana". Eowyn's favourite memories of Nana are going to the park and having Nana read 'Angelina Ballerina'. Benjamin's eulogy was the best I've ever heard. You can read it on his blog (there's a link in the sidebar! On his blog is a link to a special facebook memory page for dear Nana)

These are the words I spoke in loving memory of Nana at her funeral:

"In summer 2001, Sue and her sister Kathy and Carol went together to see the Old Man of the Mountain, which has since fallen down. Benjamin, Ben and I met Sue at the airport, and we told her our exciting news, that we were pregnant with our first baby, Eowyn. Sue was SO excited and delighted, she told every single person we met on the way out of the airport: "I'm gonna be a Grandma! I'm gonna be a Grandma!" She had been the most amazing, giving, caring, loving Nana to Eowyn and Coco, and I am so thankful for her. On her deathbed, Kat and I were snuggled next to her on the couch. I said 'I love you Mom'. She said 'I love you. You took some getting used to, but I love you.' Thank you."

Dear Nana, thank you so much for your love, forgiveness, grace and wisdom. Thank you for honouring me and laughing with me and trusting me and being such an amazing mother to Benjamin and Kat, and such a devoted, delightful, concerned Nana to Eowyn and Coco. I love you. I'm looking forward to the Ady Ladies Tea Party in Heaven. Love Megs

We were all exhausted and sad after yesterday. It seemed a very significant chapter in our lives had come to an end. Our biggest focus of energy for the whole of 2008 has been being with Nana through the dying process. Every goodbye possibly the last. Beautiful moments of conversation, of singing to her on her deathbed and reading from Celtic Daily Prayer and the Bible.

This morning my alarm awoke me to a glorious, sun-shiney day. I looked at photos of Nana in our photo album, and felt thankful for her life. The idea of going off to work seemed heavy and overwhelming. Just before I hopped on my bike, I kissed sleeping Eowyn and sleeping Cosette and then sleeping Benjamin goodbye, and checked the time on my cellphone so I could get an accurate idea of how long it takes me to ride to this new Little PEPpers group in Bitterlake.

There was a brand new text message: Fr: Sebastian* Baby jones boy number 3 born 2pm at home. Mother and child both well. Jul 11, 7.17am

I texted my reply: HURRAH! we love you FIVE Jones'! Off to work i ride in the sun, jubilant at the news of my nephew's safe arrival! Love Megs

Where I had felt exhausted, excitement energised me. I bounced onto my bike and rode down the hill, conversing with Tom, then Bastian, Eddie, Anita and BABY, who gurgled just before we hung up! What a wonderful, delightful family they are, and what a gift, to be able to share the joy of baby's arrival. Congratulations dear ones, and love, (Auntie) Megan!!
*I have the Baker Street Jones' different phone numbers listed each under a different family member's name!!

Just heard my NEW NEPHEW's

Just heard my NEW NEPHEW's lovely voice after a delightful phone conversation with Anita, Tom, Eddie and Sebastian!

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Lake Washington, where i just swam, nakefrei! i finished Les Mis, girls @ summer camp, and Bens i-view w Obama Campaign!

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Coco And Eowyn dance With sparklers For empire day in america.

Megan says I have to tell you that this is Benjamin blogging, because the Americans will get angry if they think it's her calling it "Empire Day" (presumably because she's Australian and somehow that means she doesn't have the right to make political comments about America. which is ludicrous. But I digress). So--this is Benjamin blogging. If you're angry that I called it Empire Day, please feel free to let me know at Benjamin DOT Ady AT I'd love to talk about it.