Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Saturday, 10 September 2011
Friday, 18 June 2010
Relocating from Oz to the Netherlands
‘So what made them move
from Australia to Holland?’ was my son’s remark, as we made our way round the
puddles towards their flat. ‘That’s a very good question and one of the first
things I’m going to ask them’ I said. The apartment of Meredith Tavener and Peter
Tooley (also in the Indian neighbourhood in Groningen) is only a five-block
walk from ours, is very spacious and flooded by light through its large
windows. We were greeted by equally large smiles and voices with an Australian twang.
Meredith is the reason they made the move,
exchanging Perth in Australia for The Netherlands. They arrived 11th January
2010, right in the middle of a real snowy winter. Such extreme weather was
something completely new to them coming previously from a heat of 47 degrees.
It seems that after she had completed her PhD, Meredith thought it would be
interesting to find employment out of her then academic environment, which
although pleasant, no longer provided her with a much needed challenge. So, she
began to look around. First efforts brought up a job at Oxford University in
England, which would have been a marvelous opportunity, had it not been for
the fact that she would most probably be competing against the world and his
wife for the position! Next she found a position in Groningen at the University
and thought I can do that!’ Two interviews later she was hired.
Both Meredith and Peter were used to moving
regularly from place to place, due to work, in Australia and inventorying their
lives down to how many forks they owned. They think this made their shift from,
Australia to Europe, and into expatriates’ status, somewhat easier.
Now where is Peter in all this? Before the move,
Peter worked in military aviation. He had spent the last eighteen years of his
life doing this and earning a good salary. But he decided to give up his job
and follow his wife in search of adventure. While Meredith works Peter is
taking his time to find out exactly what step he would like to take next. He
says that at the moment he feels as though he can’t just walk down the street
and say ‘gidday’, to people as he did in Oz, not knowing how it would be
received. He says his ‘compass’ is adjusting to a new hemisphere, which must be
strange for someone with a job where navigation was an integral part.
Nonetheless they are both very enthusiastic to learn
the Dutch language, but unlike their European counterparts (who generally have
a knowledge of a minimum of two foreign languages) getting their heads round
actually learning a language, has been quite a challenge. They decided to bring
in a private tutor to get things rolling, so that one day soon they will be
able to finally decipher their mail and find out if the news reader on TV
actually makes sense. In the meantime, when they don’t understand something,
they call upon the help of friends, colleagues and Connect as well as making
use of those often rather interesting online translation websites, which give a
vague idea of a document’s contents, in between some very hilarious literal translations.
Looking around their modern apartment I see brightly
coloured painted canvases leant up against the walls and ask who’s the artist.
Meredith laughs at the term ‘artist’, saying she started dabbling with paint as
therapy, whilst she was taking her PhD. The canvases
have traveled with them as instant décor for their new apartment.
Peter too, is a creative soul and has an interest in photography, which he
would like to really like to get into now, seeing as he has the time to do so.
Both Meredith and Peter are happy to be in Europe,
not only to see what The Netherlands has to offer, but also to discover more
about its neighbouring countries. Travel is something they enjoy and with past
trips across Australia, often covering thousands of kilometres, they find it a
refreshing change that distances here, around town or to work, are a lot
shorter and can be done either on foot or by bicycle.
Paintings:
Meredith Tavener & Photos: Peter Tooley
First published in
the Connections magazine #27 Spring
2009
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
The Language of Flowers
The language
and the giving of flowers (known as florigraphy) can be said to have started as
far back as the 1700's by the Persians, as discovered by Charles II of Sweden,
who then introduced the practice to Europe. But it was the Victorians (during
the reign of Queen Victoria from 1837 to 1901), who developed this into a whole
new language and their practices are best known today, because much of it has
been well documented in books and journals of the time.
In their
very protocol dominated society, the Victorians often replaced words with
symbols and gestures, and flowers became an integral part of being able to
express one’s thoughts and feelings to loved ones. The species, colours, number
and grouping of the flowers were of great importance and as there weren’t as
many flower species as there are today, each flower had a specific meaning. A
particular favourite was the red rose, symbolizing passion and love, and
meaning “Be mine’, whereas primroses stated, “I can’t live without you,” purple
hyacinths, “Please forgive me,” and pink carnations, “I’ll never forget you.”
For roses
there is a particular coding, but this can also be applied to other flowers as
well. Red roses mean romantic love, purple signify that the giver had
fallen in love with the recipient at first sight, coral and orange means
desire, yellow is joy and friendship, pink roses express gratitude and appreciation,
light pink roses show feelings of admiration and sympathy, peach can either
signify either sympathy or gratitude and white roses show reverence and
humility.
The
messaging didn't shop there, how the flowers were worn or presented was also
highly charged with meaning. If the flowers were presented upright it was
positive, upside down and you were less fortunate. Also, how a ribbon was tied
around the flowers was of importance; it referred to the giver if tied to the
left and the recipient if tied to the right. A question could be answered
depending on which hand the bearer had presented the flowers with. If it was
the right hand the answer was "yes" and the left hand "no".
Should you have the misfortune to receive a bunch of dead flowers, then not only
did you now have nothing for your vase, your love had been totally rejected.
In order to
attract positive chi in Feng Shui, flowers and their placement within the home
play an important part. Dried flowers should be avoided at all costs as they do
not ensure a good energy flow. Sunflowers bring stability and endurance,
cyclamen bring passion and romance, the spider plant encouraged calmness,
whereas African violets attract fame, or recognition. For calm regions of the
house such as bedrooms, pinks are best for harmony, for busy areas,
balance-inducing lilies and orchids are suggested.
These days,
giving a bunch of flowers is more about the sentiment behind the gift than its
actual meaning. We seem to have all but lost (with a couple of exceptions) the Victorians’
language of flowers. So go on, next time you give a bouquet, really say it with
flowers.
Sources:
Blooms for Flowers
Blooms for Flowers
View all issues of Connections HERE (editor, designer, illustrator: 2006-2013)
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