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Story 1I was 19 and living in Warrnambool in the Western District of Victoria when I began life modelling. I’d thought about it for a couple of years. I had friends who were art students who modelled but I wasn't sure about it, I felt self conscious but them my boyfriend at the time, later to become my husband, who is an artist and a figurative one at that, encouraged me so off I went.My first

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I've been very busy the past few weeks writing a compendium for my Summer School which was held from 25th to the 29th January. I am happy to say that it was really well received by my students. I have been working on the content for a number of years and of course because my teaching became more consolidated so has the content of the book.This compendium is the tip of the iceberg but never the

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My name is Marilyn Shepherd, an independent and unpaid researcher who became interested in the horrible way the Bakhtiyari children had been treated by Australia while in detention and have followed the case through all the court cases since July 2002 when the Family court started.I heard the trauma these children had suffered, the suicide attempts and the desperate fears for their safety and

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Ardeshir Gholipour is an Iranian asylum seeker who has been in Australian immigration detention since March, 2000, having fled Iran earlier that year. Between 1985 and 2000, Ardeshir exhibited great courage as an outspoken supporter of democratic reform in Iran. International PEN, an organization representing writers in 99 countries, has confirmed that Ardeshir was indeed an active member of

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The Tsunami took the world by surprise, no terrorist attack equals the force of mass destruction that those 2 gigantic waves caused the day after christmas. It is moving to see the response of the Western world, dipping deep into their pockets and to our credit the Australian public has given over $50,million in financial aid. We have given more aid per capita than any country in the Western

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Maria - A little history of Oasis Mary Lynn - This is the twentieth year of Oasis so we started, what's that, 1984 right? And Jean and I lived in different cities but in the same state, in Michigan, central Mid west. And I had gone on a trip to Egypt and Cassandra was on the same trip that I was on and there were other people so I didn't really get to meet her until the night we went to see

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I arrived on a Wednesday afternoon with my designated camp mother Sharon, who was given the task of getting me to the camp and back and providing me with manchester and any other assistance I may need. This service was provided for all of us foreigners. The camp was somewhere about an hour out of Christchurch. But I have no idea what the environment was like outside the confines of the camp

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Dear friends of The Spiralling News , Happy New Year to you all. Here I sit on the veranda of the cabin block that I am sleeping in. There is a creek in front of me and a hill adorned with native trees. The sound of flutes and ocarinas and the pluck of guitar strings and the bowing of violins waft in the morning breeze. Men, women and children pass and greet me as they walk between their

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Denise Enan career in Egyptian Raqs Sharqi (Belly Dance) spans over 40 years. This is a chat between me and Denise at the New Zealand Oasis Dance camp Nov 04 See her Bio http://www.baladi.ca/bio.htm Maria – Tell me about how you started dancing Denise – How I started dancing? … I’ve been pushed to dance when I was very very young, and in pre-school still. I was so shy that my mother had to do

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Spring 2004 On Sunday the 3rd of Oct I attend the END THE LIES: bring the troops home rally and concert in the City. There I met Reta Kaur. She was giving out this flyers. Later when the rally walked through the city I walked with her holding her banner.By the time you read this the election will be over. This will either be a day of hope or great sadness for me.

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Autumn 2003 This newsletter was so hard to get into. A few weeks ago I was so distressed that I nearly thought I would scrap all that I have written and just send pages with the word PEACE repeated over and over. I had planned to have the newsletter out a month ago but the events of the past few months and the build up to the unfortunate inevitable war that I prayed so hard not to be inevitable

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It’s 1975 and the sound of Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs rocks the Kings Theatre in Mt Gambier, South Australia. I am on the dance floor lost to the beat, my hair flying - my body knows the timing, the rhythm as if we are one. The song is over I open my eyes and there is a space around me, my fellow revellers have given me room to move. That is how it was for me in my teens in the 70’s. Abandoned

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Since the Aida Nour workshop challenged my sense of purpose to a degree, I was inspired to go back to what primarily feeds my dance, which is to go into deeper work away from the confines of the technique of Raqs Sharqi and choreography. I attended a 1 day workshop run by the Australian Dance Therapy Association. Ah! Heaven. Back on the floor exploring sensory movements listing to cells and

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I arrived in Brisbane after catching a chill in Toowoomba, feeling rather run down, armed with herbal remedies from my friend Jacinta who is a Herbalist in Mullumbimby . This was my first winter warm up. On day one I arrive bright and early. As we went through exercises with the physiotherapist, there are hugs and kisses everywhere, old friends and colleagues reunite. I had my turn when the

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Dear Subscribers, The Equinox has passed and here I am still trying to write the opening paragraphs. It was late winter when I began writing and the Olympics were on. Today is Grand Final day. The streets are quiet. I’ve decided to take the laptop out and about and write as I watch the world around me. This morning I sat in Friends of the Earth drinking Long Dandy Soys for a couple of hours and

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I am pleased to announce that one of my poems has been shortlisted in a poetry Competition, held by the Poetry Institute of Australia. It will be printed in a book titled Reflections - Anthology of Verse. I am very excited. I am an accidental poet who took years to realise that I have been writing poetry forever. About 7 years ago I found myself at the Adelaide Writers Festival. Every day I

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I love my feet. I have had a very long and colourful relationship with my feet. As a child I spent a lot of time barefoot. I remember walking to the swimming pool on hot summer days on the scorching hot bitumen and playing who could stay on the railway tracks the longest. They were the good old days when you could do these sorts of things. Later I began to have a lot of trouble with my feet,

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When Westerns first caught sights of the dance, it was not that they observed a woman (or man) dressed in a 2 piece costume exposing their belly that they named it Belly Dance (they didn’t wear 2 piece costumes then); it was because they could see the power behind the navel. They saw stomach muscles that were alive and moving, rippling up and down side to side round and round. And inside the

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This segment is really a continuation from Feet, as you can’t really separate the two, they work as a whole and the more we think about it that way, the more it will serve its true function. Our legs anchor the upper body to the ground via the feet. In relation to the torso, our legs are like large roots that support the torso and like roots they need to be strong and supple so that the torso

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The art of ‘being, not doing’ is something westerners are not that comfortable with. We live in a doing culture, where the more you get done the more you are valued. The more you appear to be doing the better it is, even if you are doing nothing, as long as it looks like you are doing something, you are a worthy member of society. We can learn a great deal from more simpler cultures, who are or

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This newsletter is usually in your hands by now. The Equinox has passed, the birds and I have eaten the last of the grapes on my vine - the biggest and juiciest crop I’ve had in years. Now the leaves are turning golden brown and making mulch for the garden below. My tardiness is due to a change in direction in my life, realising the physical, mental and financial toll of producing a newsletter. I

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For further information and last minute changes The dead line for adverting in The Spiralling News and associated mail out is 7th Sept The rates to advertise in the hardcopy version of this Newsletter which will also appear on lineAre as follows; (in Aust $) Half of a page $50 Quarter of a page $25 Eighth of a page $15 Full page Insert, with business card size in body on Newsletter $100 PLACES A

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