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Lizette

Lizette stands in the doorway, the afternoon sun setting her hair ablaze. Faces look up at her, mesmerized by her firesome halo. She smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners, full lips pursed. She floats across the threshold, three silent children in tow.

She bends over the back of the couch and drapes her arms around Janet, whispering something in her ear, mouth moist. They both laugh conspiratorially while Lizette eases herself onto the end of the couch. The children disappear into the shadows of the room.

Jon leans forward to pick up a beer bottle from the coffee table, brushing Lizette’s upper arm. She tilts her head towards him, her mouth pursing into a small smile.

‘Where’ve you been Zette?’ asks Jon, leaning back into the couch.

‘Melbourne.’ She twists her body toward him, flicking her hair over her shoulders.

‘Good trip?’

Lizette shrugs and takes his beer bottle, tilting her head back to drink from it. Jon watches her mouth, his own slackened.

Janet straightens at the other end of the couch. ‘How long you back for, Zette?’

Lizette wipes the neck of the bottle and hands it back to Jon, one eyebrow raised at him. Jon takes the bottle but his eyes remain on her mouth.

‘Three months, maybe,’ says Lizette, holding Jon’s gaze.

‘Great to have you back, babe. We’ve missed you around here. Haven’t we, Jon?’

Jon fiddles with his beer, never taking his eyes off Lizette’s mouth.

‘Jon?’

‘Huh?’

‘We’ve missed Zette.’

‘Yeah. Yeah we have. Good to have you back.’ He breaks his trance and swigs from his beer.

‘Ouch! Mum! Sylvia won’t let m—’

Lizette bristles, turns abruptly and glowers at her youngest child. He shrinks back into the shadows.

 

Excerpt from the novel, ‘Lizette’. A work in progress.

Blaise

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The Magic of Christmas

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I’ll say this straight up. I don’t believe in God. And I think that religion has a lot to answer for, especially when it comes to the treatment of women.

BUT.

Humans thrive on ritual and rituals are important to our community spirit and to help us deal with many of the ups and downs of life, like births, deaths and marriages.

So if I don’t believe in God isn’t it hypocritical to celebrate Christmas? I don’t go to church unless it’s for a wedding, funeral or christening/baptism. I shouldn’t be celebrating the birth of someone that I don’t believe in.

BUT.

I do believe in a higher entity. I don’t have a name for it. Mother Earth, Spirit, Om, Supreme Spirit, Higher Self. Even Paganism fits. However you define it, the point is that I believe in the magic and wonder of those things that we cannot define. Christmas for me is about magic, family, community and the rituals that go with it. This is why I carried on the Santa charade with my kids long after they realised that he isn’t real.

If we don’t hold onto that magic that we have in childhood we lose our ability to be creative, hopeful and carefree. As creators, we need to be curious, delighted and excited by life because they are important ingredient to our creations.

I realise that for many, the Christmas period is hard. Not everyone has family to celebrate with or they are estranged from them. This is when we should open our arms and gather everyone to us and share all the magic and love we can muster.

Let’s get out some glitter and spread it around. We don’t need ‘stuff’ for Christmas, we just need to make sure that the next two weeks are full of all the good stuff: food, laughter and love. And maybe a good book or two.

Merry Christmas and a Joyous New Year to all. See you in 2016 xx

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