At the edge

We stand at the edge of 60 pages and stare. Shifting articles, shifting them back,swapping images, swapping them back, looking, re-looking, landing, staring. The ‘ping’ of live email chat between us punctuates the work of it all when we are both here. The two hour time difference between Perth and Sydney provokes a constant handover and tag-team of ‘doing’.

Lilly and I are living in each other’s pockets on opposite sides of the county. And yes, I have said that before, but only now have we really wished to be in the same room, with the prototype of text and images on the floor, and tea and time to support the overwhelm. Lilly steps away from the computer to get a bit of perspective. I have another look. We ready ourselves for the next dive in.

We are weighed down with business and big decisions. With the constancy and pressure. With the need for more minutes in a day when we are already signing off after midnight. With the responsibility and the outrageous work ethic we both have. With the noticing of our usual artistic practice slightly sidelined and missing us. With the intensity and relentless BIG drive.

And then, in the middle of the too much, we laugh. We talk about kids and irreverence. And make speech bubbles for a little BIG bird who will fly comments throughout the magazine. I offer Lilly a feeble joke. She comes back with an unlikely one that tips the world on it’s head for a minute.

Why did the owl say tweet tweet?
Because she didn’t give a hoot.

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The smile breaks our stride and we see differently. Today my little girl said Kookaburra for the first time (they are laughing everywhere at the moment), and my boys flew. Literally. Repeatedly. 
Without fear or hesitation. 
They looked. They readied. They jumped.
Lilly and I take a few running steps…

Slipstream flight and catapult treasure and tree root under challenge and repeating bark. Layer and gather, fold and repeat. Accumulate direction and tailspin potential right back to immediacy and beginning. Brave and generous leap.
on Jul 17, 2011

7 Comments

  • by Kim H

    07.172011
    7:52pm

    I can’t imagine the stress of creating something as wonderful as BIG. Thank you for all of your enthusiasm and stresses – our kids are going to LOVE this magazine!!! Has Lilly ever contemplated a move east? ;)

  • by Jo

    07.182011
    1:38am

    Lilly IS in the east – it is I who lives in the wild west! We think about the mid point ;)

  • by Sarah Klass

    07.182011
    4:57am

    So excited for this new adventurw of yours Jo! I am often up after midnight too, but not doing anything nearly as exciting as birthing a magazine for sweet littlies :-) Can’t wait to get my hands on a copy!

  • by Jo

    07.182011
    5:35am

    Thanks Sarah! Certainly feeling a bit like labour at the moment – equal parts excitement and hard work!

  • by rachel awes

    07.182011
    10:01am

    i gingerly step up to the edge
    alongside you both
    & whisper
    belief. love. strength.
    & share the view
    of the wonder
    of all that’s coming.
    xox

  • by life without mathematics

    07.182011
    12:11pm

    I’m just loving that leaping lad of yours! Thank you for bringing me a warm smile at the tired end of a tiring day.

  • by Life In A Pink Fibro

    07.212011
    12:04am

    Lovely post! Can’t wait to see the final product. :-)

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