how short our days
and doubly so here in the forest as year by year
the trees grow taller wider and claim ever more of our winter sun.
yet already we are at the turn
the Sun having gone as far down as it can possibly go has STOPPED
is having a bit of a think about its journey considering its passage and the general state of affairs
and then later on in the weekend will take off again upwards
climbing back up thru the sky little by little a minute here and there.
and so we too reflect this year past
it hasn’t been so bad says John this morning over a cuppa on a sunny east verandah.
the garden takes my attention neatly snipped al la wallaby style.
what is a bad year anyway I ponder?
a state of mind
a grief without end
a manner of speaking.
this year has had its share of ups and downs
if anything the truth of the “we are at sea and no one is steering the boat away from the reef “ is striking home…
our captain grins vacuously down a deep fracking well cuts the ribbon of expansion on new coal mines and
makes it his plan to remove precious wild diversity places from protection.
I wake early and look around
some vague level of lightness.
the moon is waning so this could be moon light
I listen for that first scuffle tweet twitter or rustle.
they are still sleeping
it is winter they say
no need to hurry to be sooooooo busy
time for another dream another snooze .
oh whatever I say and climb out of bed.
two feet hit the floor simultaneously
someone told me it promoted balance as opposed to one foot then the other.
taking my torch I wander out of the chill bedroom
past the hanging curtain that closes off cold from the loungeroom
the room feels warm and nymphy is still going.
I praise her service add a few more bits of wood and leave the door open.
a short while later I hear the satisfying sound of fire launching into activity.
thank you forest and thank you trees that die that I may claim your wood to warm my body and nourish my soul.
I leave closed the heavy drapes that are keeping at bay the cold lurking in the glasshouse
and pad into the kitchen to light Stanley.
out on the verandah gathering sticks I pause …. a nose twitch a smell of the new day ….an ear cocked…… listening…
there is Venus in the east and I sing out good morning
and while there I shout out hello to Forest and Dawn Sky.
kettles on I bask in the beginning time
keeping my awareness tuned to the way the light increases
changing from opaque white grey and vague into shaper more defined….
detail emerges and songs are tweeted from every branch.
back in the bedroom John lies still watching a black swamp wallaby on the verandah eating the pink salvias
pulling the slender stems close and nibbling a leaf and another oh a pink flower delicious
eating slowly swiveling its head to check out its domain
I enter and absorb the scene.
I wondered why I hadn’t pruned that bush back this year.
wonder no more.
more and more the wallabies are enjoying verandah space
do they want to come inside ???
is this the direction of our /my evolution ???
today I picked every orange
I could reach off our tree
possums are munching happily each night safe in the knowing that I will not venture out
and chase them with my witches broom.
brr ing brr ing
hello Grandma its Kingston John
the sweet little sing song voice slides directly into the chambers of my heart and sends pure joy racing along neuron pathways.
hello Kingston John I say
hello he says
we kinda softly murmur together then
it is like an over the phone hug – as if if we are touching as if our heads are tipped into each other and
we are breathing deeply of this well of love.
once we get that out of the way we get into the business off having a chat.
I tell him about wa wa (wallaby ) he tells me about red dog.
I tell him granddad has hooked up our new (second hand ) deep cycle solar batteries
added in our new regulator that will tell us everything we need to know about our system
once we figure out how to use it
and he tells me that they are cleaning up but cleaning is boring
and he would much rather play with his toot toots.
I wish Tony would take the Stetson that Texas gave him exit stage left and play toot toots but seriously he isn’t even the problem despite all his brave talk.
I joined a group of people on a beach a few days ago for a meditation and they were really keen on putting tony in the middle of our circle and showering him with love and light.
not wishing to be a party pooper I tried to figure out how to join in.
I added Earth into the middle of the circle and as far as I am concerned that covers all the tonys georges and julies .
as well as rivers and clear spaces
as well as white beech forests and low lying islands
as well as whales dolphins and owls
a well as rainbows stars and wishes.
so here we are
a wish for the winter solstice.
may this new year reawaken our sense of interconnection
open our hearts to beauty
and bring us all into closer harmony with all of life.