Apr 19, 2010

The Colour Purple.

Well, I've just had one of those Mondays.  I started a new rotation today and while change is good, it is also nerve wracking.  Thankfully, I've made it through the day and it really wasn't as quite as bad as I feared.  Which is how things tend to be in 9 out of 10 self perceived 'stressful life events' in my life.  I hope you've all had a smooth start to the week.

Tonight I'm off to yoga and am trying for an early class.  I need something quiet and restorative tonight.

Before I head off, I am trying to unwind with pleasant memories and colours.  Hence the colour purple and some photos from my weekend. I like just looking at vivid colours.  I find them energizing and calming.  I know purple may not be the first colour that springs to mind when one is seeking relaxation but it works for me.  Perhaps it's because my yoga mat is purple.

After brunch on Sunday, Mr SSG and I went for a quick walk further down the street from Black Star Pastry in Newtown.  I'd never seen the purple rotunda before and was keen to investigate.  I've been trying to google the rotunda and it's history.  I haven't found to many answers, so here's my take.


 


There are so many things conventionally associated with purple.  Royalty and sexuality.  It isn't a colour that occurs commonly in nature, making it a pretty unique colour.  Then there's Prince, who combines it all in a mystical and ambiguous way.  Lavender is purple and it reminds me of the British countryside and healing.  We do have some in the front garden of SSG Manor but for once, I am going to refrain from taking a photo of it.  It is currently obscured by a tidy heap of rubbish for bulk rubbish collection.  There's only so much warts and all I suspect my blog readers can handle.

On the other hand, there's Alice Walker's novel, The Colour Purple.  Pain, prejudice, suffering, humiliation, abuse and loss of freedom.




I took a closer look at the rotunda and the painted tiles.  Each tile had a message of tolerance. peace, reconciliation, faith, love, hope and unity.


There were whimsical paintings on the floor of the rotunda.

 

In a cruel and sometimes hypocritical world, it made me just a little more of a believer in the innate goodness of humankind.  Not just the themes of the artwork but also that the rotunda was in immaculate condition and has not been defaced with graffiti, broken bottles or litter.  No mean feat as it is close to a very busy intersection that has a very lively (and colourful) nightlife.

It felt like everyone in the community has a little bit of love for that section of King Street.  I felt as if  messages of love, life and freedom of religion, thought and sexuality were radiating through every bit of those purple rafters.

Just across the road from the rotunda, I think this is King Street, is the Bank Hotel.  The first pub I'd ever been into in Newtown.



I went for dinner with my workmates when I was working at RPA.  It's a different vibe when you work in an inner city hospital as opposed to the more suburban ones I've worked in for the majority of my career.  For one, you have heaps of good coffee options.  The daily decision - Max Brenner, Luxe (of the flirty baristas), Campo's (not my thing but loved by many), McCafe (if you were me and couldn't be bothered walking further than 5 meters for your adventures in good coffee)...  Then there the endless places to eat for lunch or places to get takeaway on the way home.  

It was nice to be able to walk off the wards for a bit to get some sun, fresh air and be amongst 'civilians' and 'free-range' people.  Very humanizing.  This all sounds very weird but I guess it's the same for any person who spends their working day in a confined work space, it's nice to get out and smell the roses.

The other thing about RPA was that everyone loved to socialize after work.  There'd be dinner or drinks on Friday night and I really enjoyed the spirit with which everyone got involved.  The Bank Hotel stands out for me because it was the first pub in Sydney I'd been to where the pub food was Thai in the basement level and 'standard gastropub' on the street level.  The only other pub I've been to where the food was Asian was a grungy garage themed place in Melbourne.  The food at Sumalee @ The Bank was pretty good in case you were wondering.




Another thing to love about Newtown - the right artists get immortalized in the sidewalk. 



A full metal canine keeping an eye on the city.



Quirkily named shops and high quality graffiti.



Unexpected bursts of colour and design in the urban landscape.

And back to reality with my emergency Sunday shop.  Have you ever felt the need to justify the contents of your shopping trolley?  The man behind me in the checkout line was staring intently at my stuff.  I wonder what it was? 


 

I just can't walk away from the 'weight' issues.  I really can't. 

For the record and because I can't end a post on such brain numbing fluff, yoga was great tonight.  Going to a beginner's class every once in a while really is good for getting back to the basics of a pose.  There was so much I'd forgotten.  The extra time in the basic asanas was actually very challenging for me.  Maybe because I was processing not just what was being taught in class today but all the things I remember from other classes.  It was very hard work.  As Bikram as Iyengar can get.

3 comments:

  1. I get freaked out when people stare at what I have in my trolley too! I'm alkways thinking "Whaaat?" eagerly trying to find the item. Of course they're probably staring off into space! :P

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  2. I agree, it's probably the only time anyone gets to stare into space these days.

    SSG xxx

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  3. Hi:)
    Love your photos:)

    Have a nice day - SP

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