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Maureen Unasa is a contrarian Samoan woman unravelling life, love and culture through the art of Samoan weaving

Source of my pungent inspirating

Inspirated by the women in my life.

My mum and dad.  Forever young. XXX
My mum and dad. Forever young. XXX

Yes, inspirated is so a word.  Made famous by Cupcake on Australias MKR (My Kitchen Rules) television show.

Inspirating expirating (ok that’s my word derived from the Cupcake word  meaning to leek inspirating) from every pore.

Ooooozing from within a person that fuels their passion and love for what they do.  Deodorants and antiperspirants are offensive and cannot even contain the sweet sweat of inspirating.

Assaulting all my senses and those around me with my inspirating.

That’s my definition of Cupcakes inspirating.  I love it.

The Virgin Mary, Mother Theresa, Maya Angelou to name a few prominent women inspirate my life.

My newly created network of creative passionate women permeating my world, physically and online in the past year have raised my levels of inspirating.

The woman who have walked with me in my life and carry me through my current journey are the most pungent source of my inspirating.

My womanhood by Maureen Unasa- daughter and sister

Orphaned in her early teenage years of innocence.
Taken in by Catholic nuns with her twin sister.
Appropriately named.
Origins of words and stories.
Safe and secure in marriage.
A most magnificent, gentle and loving man.
Raising a stubborn sharp tongued daughter.
Berating her at every opportunity.
Her lack of parenting skills.
Scorned an unfit mother.
Her own ripped from her life.
Tender age of 5 or 6 years old.
She does not fully recall.
Her mother she didn’t get to laugh with.
As I do with you.
Her father reunites with her mother up above.
Her father I will never have the chance to utter, “Grandpa”.
Mum, it is my deepest desire to write your story one day soon.
Your strength, your love and your generosity is hopefully what you see in me.
Doubtful, there will ever be anyone that comes close to you.
I love you.
Thank you a thousand times over and a million times more.
I weep joyfully for the gift of having you as my mum.

The RIGHT one is my white sister.
Child by child she imprints lasting love.
Unconditional is her love.
Beyond her physical presence the countless children continue to blossom.
Each is always one to you.
You are a gift to all children especially my own.
Reaffirming the fiction of my unfounded opinions acquired in my early years.
Short is the time we have had thus far.
A magnificent journey yearned by some.
Hopefully in an entire lifetime.
Many will not share our comfortable chair.
A regretful loss it would have been.
Connectedness costs.
We’ve paid for it a thousand times over and a million times more.
Insignificant was that cost.
Pale has no comparison to the lottery I have won with you.
My brother, my niece I have because of you.
I promise to honour and cherish you all the days of my life until death do us part.
I love you and I thank you.

The ROCK be my younger sister. Coined that herself.
The reality is stronger.
Indestructible by any means or force.
Impaled in my heart is yours.
Our hearts bleed as one.
Now and forever.
Unknown till now.
We share the same pain.
Forging self determination.
Fueling your furnace of flaming resilience.
Extreme compression ineffective against your strength.
Your ability to return to original form.
Solidifies you as my ROCK.
My strength.
My energy when I need it most.
You my sister are to be feared.
I am mostly external strength.
Yours is internal.
Proven from the time of your birth.
Weak in all physical apparentness.
Extremely underestimated.
Your will and fierce spirit.
My rock when I need it most.
I love you and I thank you.

Doing a “T” is my youngest sister.
The baby she may be but packs a punch like no other.
You are my reality. You are the collective hopes and dreams of our family.
Held to ransom you drip feed me your awesomeness and attractiveness.
You transport me to another world of possibility.
You allow thine eyes to see me in you.
The vast beauty of the world through your eyes.
The memories captured in your face.
The world is yours and you own it.
You walk freely among the shackled.
Confidently you stand out in the crowd.
Daring the world.
It is your oyster.
Fearless as your own person.
Others slink in your shadows.
I admire you.
Your attitude. Your spirit. Your energy.
I use yours when mine are depleted.
I will always look out for you.
I will always look up to you.
I will always walk with you.
You have always walked with me.
I love you and I thank you.

My womanhood is lovingly embraced in all your arms.
Walks confidently in all your footsteps.
Seen clearly in all your eyes.
Speaks truthfully in all your voices.
Revealed ferverntly in all your minds.
Beats strongly in all your hearts.
I am you.
All of me.
I love you.
I thank you.

February 2013

My sisters
Love my sisters

Patience and Volcanic nightmares

“Perspective with a side of patience combo meal please”.  Actually, Can I upsize the patience please?

Placed my order for a Community Mentoring Course as part of my “loose” plan in the direction I want to take for part of SWHQ.  With all my grand ideas and plausibly endearing notions of contribution to my world, ASSUMPTIONS is the mother of all stuff-ups  (politely speaking).

Ready to rock 2013
Ready to rock 2013

Getting down and dirty in the grassroots level of the community to listen for what the real needs are and whether I have something to offer.  My perception could be simply that.  Just my own point of view.  Not necessarily the truth of what is needed.  I am looking for the evidence that qualifies my intentions.  I am not interested in ego stroking (even though it’s  a great pick me up in moderation).  I seek substance and value with tangible results that go way beyond what I think is possible.

Yes, I want to move mountains.  I need to begin at the base.  No point standing at the top and yelling down to move it already. (doesn’t roll-over with my children)  I have another fifteen Mondays to clarify the path and direction I want to move this mountain.

Order for todays session:  Upsize my patience.  Mentoring requires mastery in allowing others to own their lives.  As a combo meal, I will literally be able to eat it up while being a mentoring “artist” for an ambitious young lady who has enlisted my help for her Visual Arts Major this year.  Truly honoured with a serving of trepidation at her faith in my ability. ( I think this Community Mentoring Course will definitely come in handy)

Gratefully, I will immerse myself in two projects that will allow the course content to stew in the background.

Stepping into the world of the unknown guided simply by my passion arouses the solemn contemplation of getting a “job” this year.  The lull of security.  The beckoning of familiar.  The embrace of safe.  The satisfaction of knowing.

And then…..I wake up from my nightmare with tense fingers at the ready to create something magical.  Something from my own imagination.  Unlocking years of organised control and routine.  The dormant volcano of full self expression waiting to spew out the gloriousness of fiery fury.

Yeah…Nahhhhh…..This fiery goddess can no longer be contained in any semblance of a routine.  Her fiery fury flows towards the unknown altering the surface of everything it touches.  Moving as nature intended.

I am very blessed to have the support of my bread winner because it’s very important I nourish his ego him that way.  Because that way, we both get what we want.  It’s totally a win-win situation. 🙂

I look forward to captivating you with my fiery self expressions as they flow.  In the meantime, I’ll try and avoid the temptations of the fast food industry.  It’s not helping with these voluptuous volcanic curves I got going on.