I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that’s true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
I saw Nick Cave last night and recorded this (among others). The vision is not much, but the sound is surprisingly good. It’s not perfect. In fact he misses the middle verse, and at the end, I believe, apologises to his band for doing so. But the man is a genius. There’s rarely catchy ‘hooks’ or verse/chorus/verse/chorus arrangements. His music is based on the beauty of eloquently worded prose and phenomenal musicianship. I feel completely privileged to have been able to see him perform his art live.
This morning I woke to extremely sad news. A pillar of the Australian sporting community, an absolute legend of the world Triathlon community, and a personal idol and friend of mine for many years, has tragically passed. Jackie Fairweather (nee Gallagher) is a multiple world champion, winning two Wold Duathlon Titles & one World Triathlon Title, and was the first to win the 2 separate titles in the 1 year (1996 - and to my knowledge is still the only person to do so). Jackie also won a Commonwealth Games bronze medal in the Marathon in 2002.
Integral to my personal ambition at the time, my memories now, and to the history of the sport of Triathlon in general, her awe-inspiring battles with fellow competitors Michellie Jones & Emma Carney, are the stuff of legend, and easily as monumental as anything any woman or man of the sport has contributed since.
Personally, Jackie was responsible for my selection into first Australian Institute of Sport Triathlon Squad where she was head coach, and an important part of my early personal and sporting life. She was an extremely intelligent, focused and driven woman, and one of the toughest competitors Triathlon has ever seen, and likely ever will. The annals of Australian Sporting History are far richer because of her.
I’ve been really quite rattled by the news of her sudden passing, and my heart goes out to those many many people who remained much closer to her than I did over the last ten years… especially, my thoughts and prayers are with her husband Simon.
Jackie Fairweather, tragically gone at just 46 years young.
The great Judy Davis in her first Oscar-nominated performance as E.M. Forster’s troubled heroine Adela Quested, a repressed English tourist on a transformative journey, in the lush screen adaptation A Passage to India (1984, David Lean)