I have no idea
still, after all this time
a grown woman
a learner of things metaphysical, herbal
a sometime yogi singer meditator,
an always lover of forest and birdsong
and still ,I have no idea of what it is all about
or even, what it is???
we get up in the morning and go about our day
and I love that
I love making up my day.
sometimes the day has been made for you
there is little input required apart from what clothes to wear and lets face it uniforms take that one away.
it is school or work,
it is milking or ploughing,
it is mending tending and bending to the set up.
it is a given and all you have to do is comply,
sullenly happily crossly passionately
it doesn’t matter ;
the script is written and we each have our parts to play.
I have woken to a blue day of autumn chilliness
a last-minute crescent moon
within a few strands of white cloud,
a cuppa in bed and blackberry jam toast.
I am making it up as I go along
testing realities.
discerning the truth of the current program.
And so I plant the leeks and the tatsoi
enjoy the presence of my father who is visiting
nearly 85, he has come over from the land of the long white cloud to hang out with us,
to play with his great-grandchild,
to rewire our lamps and lights and radios
to act as consultant for the BMW team as they paw over Becs new bike changing oils and things.
he is great my dad
Murray,
he walks out to the gate and back every day
1km round trip thru the forest,
stops at a bench on the way and listens to his transistor radio that he carries in his shirt pocket.
He loves the trees and the birds ,all of it really,
we wish he would stay.
he is so valuable
particularly here in this environment,
has a know how from an era when they had to be inventive and creative .
today he has hopped on the back of the bike with John and gone to Bega
Bec has wandered off to her studio,
ye old lily shack is having another makeover as an artist’s studio.
the baby has taken his parents and his auntie to Melbourne
and I have the quiet space to be in,
I like that too
and now I will go and make up the rest of my day
and I really have no idea what that will look like.
these are amazing blogs, beautifully written, beautifully inspiring….xxx
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