Diane Greenwood

Thinking about…

getting ready …

I am here in the US for a conference on Health, Healthcare Design 09. Pretty cool and hoping to rejuvinate my spirits and get back into the research and fundementals of architecture and health planning.

Anyway, today is Friday and we arrive early this morning – 1am to our hotel. We slept a bit and then had a packed day of “taking it easy”. Part of the reason for my last post is that I am struggling a bit with the concept of this fake place and how there can be so many people here spending money and this is a small portion of the rich of the world. Imagine the poor and where they are sleeping tonight. So many people and so much money and just big big big.

Enjoy the photos as I work through this over stimulated environment.

an Eames chair in the Dallas Airport … didn’t expect to see this here.

our first look at the convention centre we will be attending! Castle-like?

Downtown Disney

Goofey – amazing street art with water, and by the cleaners!

Dragon, made from Leggo

Sunset at Downtown Disney

Mary ???

Oh, the architecture is amazing! Kidding for those who thought I was serious.

ah … also kidding around – Chris and I :)

current system values

I am in the States (more about that later) and I can’t help thinking more and more about something that I read recently.

“Mourning means not needing to pretend we’re ok, or that the world at large is ok. It registers our discontent with the current values system of the minority exploiting the majority, and our inability to be content while that is the case”

Something I that I am struggling with. Worth keeping this thought to reflect on.

Funeral and Religious Customs

antipoverty week my arse …

No one was doing any harm, infact did this building know that it was helping? Did this building know that it was its chance to make a difference? did it? Now it shines with a brand new door and a tiny information brochure. It shines with glory and victory and security. A little less life but a lot more power! 



Alright so, anger and sadness have filled my thoughts for the last couple of days as I had big plans for this week. Anti-poverty Week was suppose to be a time where people bridge the gap, get to know and maybe make a difference in the lives of some people in poerty.

There is this carpark ramp at the back of my work, where some people have made their home. During the day their belongings are neatly stored in the cable trays that hang under the concrete slab above, no one would know during the day that anyone called this home.

I work long hours and this is how my freinds and I met. My plan this week was to make sure that each night there was dinner, or some new blankets, or even something like some flowers. I even thought of doing a painting.

Alas … my plans have changed. Monday morning, bright and fresh I strolled down the alley to find a dirty great big roller door stuck on the outside of the building. No people in sight. I don’t know who I am agry at, but I am angry. I feel like the one week that we should be trying to get over this I find this building just pushed them out. They were not messy, they were not distructive, they cared about where they slept! They were people.

Each day this week I will return with my antipoverty week poster and information and put it back up on the door, this is the 3rd day they have taken it down and I just went and replaced it! I should drop flyers off to each floor in that building today at lunch.


Let me start on this weekend …

I met up with a woman in a jewellery store in Healesville. My parents and I had spent the day up at our block of land, plotting out trees, discovering native and weed fauna, when we decided to get lunch. On the way to lunch we passed this store and on the door there were some photos of Uganda and a Rotary Club that had just been there (returned 3 weeks prior) where they built a school.

Sally spoke to me of their dream and to be honest every part of her dream had some other connection in my life as well. She spoke about how she wanted to ask some back yard blitz team if they wanted to do a humanitarian project (like have they ever thought of doing on before?). So I introduced her to Architecture for Humanity. She spoke about getting some sort of sporting up for the kids in the community – again Architecture for HumanityFootball for Hope Projects! Then she spoke about this person that she wanted to get people to micro-finance, so I spoke to her about the Kiva website and how for Chirstmas our families had helped miro-finance someone in Nicaragua. Then she spoke of her dream for the place that they had created in Uganda. The future of a community garden (I told her about my permaculture course in Uganda in January!), then she explained the origianl reason the land was bought in Uganda was to house a small medical centre to educate the community and the plans were to build one in the future (I told her about my job and my passion for building places for healing!).

Then she spoke about the Rotary conenction, and I told her about my Grandpa Pappie, who was an avid member in his days. His achievments included the Paul Harris bagde and the Diamond Award. This Rotary Club had started with the Cow projects which was a whole other story. She invited me along to Rotary once Russell and I settled in Healesville.

As mum, dad and I left the store I felt so different. One thing was that I suddenly had another connection with visions in my life – my family (Pappie), my new home (Healesville), my job (Health Planning), my current little project (Permaculture and Africa).

This made me reflect on the last month of weekends …  spiritually guiding! It is not coincidence that I have met up with some people that were somehow meant to meet up with me! The permablitz in Hawthorn I met a girl that is connected to the permaculture place that I planning to visit in Uganda in January this year. At the Tear Conference I met up with another person from the same permablitz and also the woman that put me in contact with the Sabina.

Thanks Mum and Dad for a great day on Sunday. And Dad for seeing those photo’s on the door. Mum thanks for stopping at all those places on the way home with me – I will write more about them during the week.

There seems to be something about Permaculture and Uganda that keeps coming up in my life … we will wait and see.