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As years fly by

“This NYE I know the very least I have ever known about the year head, well at least it feels that way. Work, travel, love, – all is up for grabs. I’m 28, my Saturn Returns, and I often feel perplexed by life, by the innumerous options and possibilities, and of the paradoxes that seem to lie both within me and surrounding me. I don’t always know what I want. But I do know it when I get it. Right now everything is unknown yet I’m happy, content in who I am and my maturing flexibility and perseverance. I have faith in something. While I don’t know what this something is, it has taken care of me and answered my prayers for the last 28 years. Something inside me makes me feel as if this will continue in my future. That is exciting. There are many adventures to come.” 31/12/10.

I must have finished reading Adventures Of Ideas by Alfred North Whitehead on the 31st of December 2010, as today reading through my summary notes and quotes I discovered the paragraph above.

It was refreshing to be reminded of embracing life’s uncertainties and persevering through life’s challenges with an faith in one’s intuitive feeling that when you know something’s right, you know it.

It was a strange reminder of how fast the years go by. The year that followed, 2011, was a hell of a year for me. Beginning with a trip to the hospital on New Year’s Day, the year followed with many challenges, mishaps and personal growth.

2012 has been a lot of fun while also a year of turning 30, feeling more grounded and establishing a clearer sense of priorities and who I am. While much of this is still in process it seems my Saturn Returns is over (thank God!) and a new chapter of life is beginning.

A week ago, on 21/12/2012, Earth began a new 24,000 year astrological cycle. For four years of my life I had been aware of this day and what it represents. I’m not sure I feel any different, or if there’s been much of a “shift in consciousness”, but I tell you what: it’s weird to think 2013 is just around the corner…

2013 is a strange number. It’s the first year to be denoted by four different digits since 1987. It contains as sense of new beginnings, bigger than normal years. I’m going to kick it off with a two week adventure in Thailand with a man who I am in love with. “I don’t always know what I want. But I do know it when I get it.” … I couldn’t be in a happier place!

It’s that time of year where one gets reflective and grateful, and on top of that the last time I was in Thailand was en route to Japan in October 2004, a couple of months before the tsunami. That’s eight years ago ~ how fast time flies!! With all these new beginnings, and a feeling of a cycle completed, I feel inclined to take a trip down memory lane and try to recall the last eight years of New Year celebrations:

2004 – Mt Fuji with Kumi and Ran’s family

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2005 – Tokyo – Snowboarding and and a mid-night trip to a Shinto temple

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2006 – Narrabeen lake – reconnecting with school friends

2006

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2007 – Belrose with my Opa, after a catch up with school friends who are starting to get hitched.

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2008 – Bolivia – Uyuni Salt Lakes!!! Magic!

2008

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2009 – Paddington (next door to where I live now) with close friends

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2010 – Rose Bay / Vauclause – picnic, swim, fireworks & fun.

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2011 – Vancouver in the Shangri la with one of my best friends – cheers honey!

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 2012 Sydney / Thailand …

The beginning of a new year is a marking point for each of our lives. One looks at how they have grown and what they have accomplished in the 365 days just past, and considers their hopes for the year ahead. As I look through my last eight years of new year celebrations, of where I’ve travelled and the ways I’ve grown, I feel as if life only seems to get richer and richer.

My dear friends and readers of this blog, I thank you for your comments, emails, for “liking” on Facebook, and the other ways you support me – it is your  positive reinforcement that motivates me to continue to share my “adventures with ideas”.

I wish you all a happy silly season full of laughter and fun. I hope you have an enriching vision of your lives ready for 2013, and that the universe conspires to make that vision your reality. I will be on an airplane soon after the clock ticks over so I will say it now:

Happy New Year!

With love, Juliet xo

 

Living Rituals: Old, New and Evolving

It’s lovely to be in Sydney for a Christmas with family and friends, BBQs, beaches, drinks by the pool, secret Santas, Sydney-to-Hobart boat watching, and (blow up) snowmen.

Van Leeuwen Family Xmas 2012

This year is the polar opposite (literally and metaphorically) from my Christmas in Vancouver last year, which I spent rugged up outdoor ice skating, eating, dancing and playing limbo with my bestie and a few of her French and Canadian friends.

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It’s interesting to think about the role of ritual in our lives. Those things that we do intentionally or not, as an expression of our culture or religion, our family, our being. Often we don’t stop to ask why we do it. I thought I’d take a moment to wiki the why…

Why do we celebrate on the 25th of December?

The 25th of December coincides Roman winter solstice, the celebration of Dies Natalis Solis Invicti which means “the birthday of the unconquered sun”. From this day forward (in the Northern Hemisphere) days will get longer. Unfortunate for us in Oz our days will start to get shorter. Should Aussies be celebrating Christmas in June?

Why do we have Christmas trees?

This tradition goes back to the ancient Egyptians, Chinese, and Hebrews where “evergreen trees, wreaths, and garlands” were used to  “symbolize eternal life.” It was common for pagan Europeans to worship trees, and the rite survived the pagan conversion to Christianity. Its 16th-century origins are sometimes associated with Protestant Christian reformer Martin Luther who, according to the TV channel History, “first added lighted candles to a tree.”[2]

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To feed our economy? No. Actually gift giving was common in the Roman celebration of Saturnalia, an ancient festival which took place in late December and may have influenced Christmas customs.[68] On Christmas, Christians exchange gifts on the basis that the tradition is associated with St. Nicholas and that gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh were given to the infant Jesus. [4]

And Santa??

Most of us have heard of “Saint Nicolas” but I didn’t know much about him. This 3rd century saint had a reputation for secret gift-giving, such as putting coins in the shoes of those who left them out for him. Hence the stockings. The name Santa Claus comes from the Dutch Sinterklaas, which itself results from a series of mis-transliteration of “Saint Nikolaos”.[3]

Why “Boxing” Day?

The day after Christmas was a day that masters/employers would give servants/tradesmen gifts known as a “Christmas box”.[5]

What are your living rituals?

My family are Christian and our Christmas dinner last night opened with a prayer. If you follow my blog you know that I’m no longer religious but I am quite spiritual. I’ve come to a peaceful reconciliation of my understanding of science and religion in an ecological “panentheistic” or “process theist” understanding based on contextualised religions, scientific and philosophical understandings of the world.

Prayer before a meal is a lovely ritual – expressing gratitude, asking “God” to bless the food one eats to one’s body, and committing one’s worries to a greater power. When my family pray my mind translates some parts of the prayer to fit with my theological and historical framework.

For example at a Christmas dinner last night my Dad said prayer that began “Thank you for the birth of Your Son.” As I prayed I noticed my mind translate it to “Thank you for the birth of our sun.

Without our sun none of us would be here so if there’s anything one should be always thankful for, it is the birth of our sun.

Old and new

Also at last night’s dinner one of my beautiful cousins asked me:

“What is one thing from last year that you continued to do this year? What is something new that you did this year that you hope to continue to do next year? and What is something new that  you will do next year?”

These are good questions for both our personal life journeys, to keep us going in the direction we want to be heading, and for the journey shared by humanity.

Evolving rituals

When you look at ritual across cultures and histories, one sees a strange mixture from animal and human sacrifice include beating hearts thrown down pyramids, to song, dance and meditation. Sometimes rituals are peaceful, sometimes quite harmful, so it seems an important practice to occasionally step outside one’s rituals and question them.

In Transforming Worldviews, a book I’ve been referring to a lot in my thesis, Hiebert describes the important role of ritual in facilitating transformation. He writes that “Many living rituals are also performances—in doing them, we are transformed.” [1] p. 322.

Living rituals express the things inside us that cannot be reduced to words. “They point to mystery, root myths and metaphors, and fundamental allegiances, and express our deepest emotions and moral order.’[1] p. 322.

Hiebert notes that ‘Without living rituals, we have no appropriate ways to affirm our deepest beliefs, feelings, and morals, which lead to new lives in a new community and in the world.’ [1] p. 324.

It makes me wonder what types of living rituals might help us transform to a more ecologically sustainable and socially just global society?

Much of our lives involves living and evolving rituals, a part of our living and changing culture and the collective existence of our species. It’s nice when you see that rituals aren’t ancient artifacts, but living and evolving actions and performances in which you can choose to participate with, engaging in the symbolic and metaphoric levels of our being.

In light of the celebrations and rituals that have already started and are continuing for a while yet… I wish you all a very happy Christmas, happy (belated) Hanukkah, happy New Year, happy Epiphany, and happy holidays! I hope that you enjoy your rituals in which ever way you please.

References:

[1] Hiebert, Paul G. (2008). Transforming Worldviews : An Anthropological Understanding of How People Change. Grand Rapids, Mich.: Baker Academic.

[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_tree

[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Nicholas

[4] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas

[5] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boxing_Day

2013… Will we make it?

Does anyone else feel kind-of strange making plans for 2013? I find it hard to believe that December 2012 has arrived. It was strange enough when 2012 began and now I feel even stranger putting appointments in next year’s calendar.

I am not one of the one-in-ten Australians who believe the world will end in December 2012 (recent trivia statistic), but the date has been on my radar for the last four years, and, well, 2013 hasn’t.

There was so much I wanted to do before December 2012. I wanted my book to be a best-seller. I planned to finish my PhD. I thought I’d see a shift in society that might give me confidence about the future. I was convinced that “either we will change by 2012, or we are doomed.

Meanwhile my book is finished, but not published. My PhD has been downgraded back to MPhil, and even that isn’t complete. The global population is still exponentially growing, and our consumption habits with it.

That being said, I have noticed subtle changes. The “Cradle to Cradle” model that uses waste as food can be seen all around: from biodegradable garbage bags to eco-buildings. Two and a half years ago I wrote was blogging about “Where we are, where we are going, and how”. Inspired by the Pachamamma Alliances “Awakening The Dreamer” initiative that aimed to challenge the average materialistic aspirations and consider more social and ecological objectives that might carry with it greater levels of happiness and feelings of fulfillment. More or less the conclusion of such “new consciousness” movements is that individual’s making changes locally will add up to great change globally. I have seen many of such changes. We may still be far from sustainable living but the intention to adapt our lifestyles is there and is spreading fast. The shift in our actions, to match our intentions, is slowly but surely following suit.

Why 2012? And why the winter/summer solstice (depending on your hemisphere) i.e. the 21st December 2012? And what will happen? There have been many theories:

  • the lining up of the earth, sun and galactic center of the Milky Way – happens every 26,000 year cycle – some say this is due to our sun (and with it our galaxy) revolving around another star (I think this one is probably true)
  • geomagnetic reversal ie the poles will shift – north becomes south, south becomes north (might f* up your sat nav… but is a shift that takes thousands of years so I doubt you’ll notice)
  • a cataclysmic end of the world/ end of human civilization, possibly with Planet X will colliding with Earth (I highly doubt it)
  • shift to a new consciousness, toward a more peaceful way of being (I hope so!)

Calculate the Mayan Day Sign for your birthday here.

As far as I’m concerned every day is the beginning of a new world. The beginning of a new year has a grander feeling about it, and with the last 4 years having an awareness of this particular end/beginning, it’s an even more exciting countdown: 17 days, 17 hours to go.

Whatever happens I’m going to be celebrating with a huge End of the World Party at JGHQ, and I can’t wait!

Bring on the end of the world-as-we-know-it… maybe I’ll catch ya on the other side 😉

 

 

Words of Wisdom, Lessons for Life

There’s always more to learn and a good place to start is to listen to the words of those older than ourselves: people who have lived through more years, had more experiences, made more mistakes – people who have reflected on life’s meaning and on how to best deal with life’s challenges and adversities.

Last week was a significant birthday for my Dad…

This photo captures some of the celebrations shared by three generations of Bennetts 🙂

Events like this inspire reflection on life (as if I don’t do that enough), and looking through old writings I came across the following 45 lessons for life – saved from one of those random emails forwarded from inbox to inbox around five years ago.

Googling it now I found their author – Regina Brett – posted as she approached her 50th birthday. There’s many-a words of wisdom in there so I thought I’d share (some of my favs are in bold):

1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.

8. It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.

12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don’t worry; God never blinks.

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years, will this matter?’

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do.

35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come.

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.

 

http://www.reginabrett.com/life_lessons.php

A new calendar and a 70th birthday…

“For my 70th birthday I would like to invite you to join me for a nude beach party,” my friend announced, dressed in a hijab and in her early 30s.

“Sure!” I laughed, imagining my group of friends from university, of every colour, shape, gender and culture, imagining us in our 60s and 70s, running bare and free at a nude beach.

“I might have lost my sight by then,” one of the boys sighed.

“You need to give me more notice,” another one joked.

It got me thinking, what would a 100-year calendar look like? How would it affect my life if I started mapping out the next 60-70 years? Career, family, travel, birthday parties, and even my own death…

Of course there’s no way to know when you are going to die, nor any way to know in what ways the world is going to change next year or in 60 years time. The state of technology, of war, population, poverty, peace, of values, culture, and life styles… all are constantly change.

However there are some things that can be mapped out:

1982

1992

2002

2012

2022

2032

2042

2052

2062

2072

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Teens

20s

30s

40s

50s

60s

70s

80s

90s

Birth

What is this world I’m in?

Study, try jobs, have fun!

Career: publish, work, specialise

Family

Back to career. Pay off mortgage.

Have I lived a good life?

Grand kids. The nude beach party.

Leave a mark on the world

Any final remarks?

Legacy & genes live on

In 2072 will I have experienced 59 more NYE’s, 59 more Christmas Days, and 59 more birthdays. If I live to 90-years old (as I plan), 2072 will be the year I pass away. If I live to 2082 I will have been on the planet for an entire century. Maybe I’ll make it, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll live on through babies I make, books I create, policies, businesses, and teaching, or maybe I won’t.

Then I catch myself: Is it morbid to be thinking about this?

When something is unknown I get anxious. When I have certainty, anxiety disappears. If there is one thing certain in life, it is death. So what is behind our resistance to articulate, discuss and come to terms with it?

Facing up to death need not be a source of anxiety. In fact it may make you less anxious than acting as if it will “never happen to you”.

Owning your death, truly accepting it, and living your life in the certainty of it, can be source of empowerment.

Thinking about death helps me appreciate every moment I’m in. It helps motivate me to plan my future, knowing that these plans are always changing. And most of all it helps point out the humour that comes from the fickleness of it all. One day there will be nothing once more.

Life is like a game: you play it. It’s not an endpoint to arrive at but is a process to be enjoyed. You can struggle with it, and narrate a story of suffering. Or you can dance your way through it, narrate a story of laughter and care. At my end, when my body starts to croak, I hope I can look back and say—“wasn’t it good.” And I hope that others can remember me, and the legacy I leave behind, and say the same.

 

 

 

The Factory Hooter has Gone!

One of the best things about working with Stuart Rees is the little one-liners I am introduced to. At 5pm, or if the sun is shining, he will knock on my office door and say: “The factory hooter has gone!”

The first few times he said it my response was “Huh? The what?”

“The factory hooter,” he smiled, going on to explain that the “factory hooter” was the noise that sounded in Industrialising England when it was time for all the factory workers to go home.

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I may Fridays working from home on my thesis (and getting distracted by the internet), but for all you peeps out there finishing the standard working week I share your joy when I say:

“The factory hooter has sounded. It’s time to go!”

 

 

I want

When someone goes straight to the point and says “I want…”, it can appear a little confronting, but there certainly is power in it. You know what you want and you have the confidence to ask for it. Respect.

Conversing on this topic my friend observed that people often ask for things (especially in Australia) starting with “Sorry, but can I…”

Are you sorry? If you were actually sorry, would you still be asking the question? In such a scenario, is “sorry” a useless and inauthentic forerunner to expressing what you want? If you want something, or do not want something, why not just say it???

This conversation inspired me to reflect on my own language and hesitations in asking for what I want.

My Spring resolution: say “I want” and don’t apologise for it.

Hm… but what is it that I want? Right now, I want to go to bed. Good night 🙂

There IS something new under the sun…

“There is nothing new under the sun,” I said to Jonny, my housemate and a source of much inspiration these days.

“What about this table?” he asked.

“And this plant? and you? and me? There is no other table like this, or plant, and no other person who are us…” he continued.

“But tables are nothing new,” I answered. “Your table is awesome, and unique and special, but it builds on things from the past: the idea of a ‘table’ for one, the idea of ‘electricity’ for another, the idea of circles, and florescent colours—these things that are not exactly new…”

“But is there another table just like this? Or a plant exactly like that? Or another person exactly as you are?”

Jonny was right. His table is his, and there is not one other table that is the same (though he also made a red version, but again – it’s not exactly the same.)

“I suppose there is something new under the sun!” I cheered.

It depends on your perspective: in a way there is nothing new, and yet in another way everything is new.

In a way the same stuff is happening today as it was two-thousand years ago, yet each experience of it is unique and wonderful and new.

Maybe Ecclesiastes had it wrong. There are many things new under the sun, if you care to take notice of it.

 

Carnaval in July

Imagine millions of people on one street – dancing, singing, wearing bright clothes, drinking, kissing… that is Brazil’s Carnaval. No exaggeration, it must be the greatest party on this planet. This year I’ve decided to throw my own little version of it in Oz: Carnaval in July.

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Ok, so I may as well admit it, it’s for my 30th birthday. I’ll blog about my (second) “quarter life crisis” some other time. Today I thought I’d use my blog to provide guests and anyone else who may be interested a brief introduction to Carnaval (intentionally spelled Portuguese way with an ‘a’ instead of ‘i’), and a hint as to what guests of my Aussie version might expect.

History:

Briefly, Carnaval was somewhat imported from Europe – evolving out of the pre-Lent Balls held 46 days before Easter. It has deeper roots in a pagan festival that was adapted to Christianity as a way to farewell bad things / repent for one’s sins. It started in 1600s in the form of small parties for the Portuguese elite, and has spread from city to city, increasing its duration and its numbers exponentially. It’s great for the Brazilian economy, so why not? Go to the Brazilian Carnaval page on Wikipedia for more.

Carnaval in Salvador, Bahia: 

In the picture above you can see one bloco (the truck in the middle) that is playing music. The people in the centre of the road have tickets to the bloco party and will bop their way along with it for the next hour or two. Along the side of the roped areas are the pipoca (literally, popcorn). Inside the buildings that line the street, and in temporary constructions in front of others, people watch the parade from the sidelines in the all-you-can-eat/drink camarotes that line the sides of 25 kilometres of Salvadorian streets.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fc2brVorYV8[/youtube]

This is what I felt when I was amongst it a few years ago:

“I couldn’t help but think of us humans, once again, as ants. In the middle of an ant colony, I felt like a queen. Streets like rivers, people like particles of water, and the particle I encompass, a drop at the top of the fall. Veins inside a body, and I a cell observing from the heart. A solar system of solar systems, I a spot on the sun. Every face smiling and laughing. Everybody dancing, enjoying this moment. The party upstairs was small. VIP. The party inside the party inside the parade of parties inside the biggest party in the world. The littlest Russian doll in this Russian Doll of parties.”[2]

Hard to beat? Yes, but Rio just might….

Carnaval in Rio de Janeiro:

Samba competition:

The more world-famous image of Carnaval is the huge samba competition that goes down in Rio:

“A colourful parade of samba floats, each with their own theme, passed through the stadium. From jungle themes, to dancing monks, to hell, heaven, native Indians, and everything in between. The dancing was incredible, the costumes were breathtaking, and the dancer’s bodies — incredible. We danced from the stands. The competition starts late and finishes around 4 or 5am in the morning. Float after float, parade after parade. ‘Carnaval — Rio or Salvador, which is best?’ Steve asked. I shook my head. ‘They are too different. Salvador is a parade of parties that goes for miles. But this is all those parties in one space.’

Like an ant colony to an anthill.”[3]

Street parties:

Better still Rio has bloco parties running down various streets in almost every neighbourhood, with quirky names like “Imprensa que Eu Gamo” (“Press me and I’ll fall for you”). The “popcorn” party-people follow the bloco down the streets, sometimes ending up at the beach for a swim, food, before joining another bloco. These street fiestas are free, beer from street vendors is cheap, the music is great, and the atmosphere can’t be beat.

A sample of the craziness from “Me Beija que sou Cineasta” (“Kiss me, I’m a film-maker”):

Huh? Yes, random. 

Carnaval in July:

Based on the above, my adaptation will include:

Dress:

Tends to vary depending on the bloco. For Carnaval in July think American Halloween parties with costumes from pirates and policemen to devils, nuns and cross-dressers, masks, wigs, glasses and hats of all shapes and sizes. Pretty much anything goes, so long as it’s wild, colourful and crazy.

Drink:

Street vendors sell Brazilian beer that goes down like water; creamy pineapple and cachaça iceblocks that are far more potent than they look; or mixed into caipirinha (with lime) or caipifruta (cachaça with crushed fresh fruits and ice). Açaí is like chocolate berries in an icy creamy smoothy delight… I doubt I’ll be able to source any of this for Carnaval in July. Maybe next time… this time is BYO.

Food:

Food in Brazil is incredible, though I can’t remember eating during the actual Carnaval parties. Everyday standard is rice and beans with beef and salad. I live above a kebab shop, will that do?

Music:

Mixture of samba drums, reggae, salsa, reggaton, pop, electronic, and more. Watch this famous Ivete Sangalo song Perere, and be ready…

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pd0ZEy7a18o[/youtube]

Beijos:

Carnaval ain’t Carnaval without them.

People & place:

I live in an awesome space with a big-ish courtyard, dance floors, bars and what-not… but it is still a limited. Hopefully a Goldilocks number of friends will turn up.

Maybe with the growing popularity of Zumba in Oz, and through that other Latin American dance, maybe just maybe one day Sydney will have it’s own blocos and camelotes, street parties, (affordable) açaí, Brazilian street food… I hope so. Or better yet, I hope to go back to Brazil for more of the real deal. Until then my “poor man’s” version will have to do.

 

[1] Creative Commons: This photograph was produced by Agência Brasil, a public Brazilian news agency. Their website states: “Todo o conteúdo deste site está publicado sob a Licença Creative Commons Atribuição 3.0 Brasil(The content of this website is published under the Creative Commons License Attribution 3.0 Brazil)

[2] From Chapter 13.3 of My Brazilian (…and a kombi named Betty), by yours truly, publisher pending.

[3] From Chapter 14 of My Brazilian (…and a kombi named Betty), by yours truly, publisher pending.