I’ve been doing a lot of “art” stuff lately – mostly dried flowers set into resin. Here’s a few photos (since I just upgraded my account and now I have another 3GB to fill with pics).
I didn’t want you to be just a habit
another tick on the list of the day
and so I said
“let’s have a break”
thinking it would only be a short while
a “holiday” from self-created duty
but now I find that I
am diminished by our seperation
and yet reluctant to return
I desire the reward without the effort
so I gently chide myself
and type these words to share.
I love Dahlia, their flowers and the smell of their foliage. I only have one variety, a “spider” dahlia, in my garden, but it is so lovely that I fall in love with it each year, and of course I take lots of photos.
However, I also like to edit my photos a little bit, and one of my favourite edits is simply to invert the photo, and guess what? My dahlia looks totally awesome inverted, like some tentacled maw about to swallow you up. What do you think?
I had a niggly little thought
but it was full of holes
and so I didn’t say it, but left it in my head
and that’s as good as any place
to store it I suppose.
I had a little leaf
and it was full of holes
and yet they made it beautiful, an elegant design
so I found a way to keep it safe
and let it’s whole self show.
The fire has retreated somewhat, sulking in the cooler weather of the last 2 weeks.
I have been back in my own home for the last 12 days.
My cast comes off my broken ankle on Monday (hopefully).
The cat is still missing, but I am hoping she has found a home she likes better.
My garden is abundant with self-seeded flowers and rampant weeds.
I have a gazillion cherry tomatoes – I don’t actually eat very many.
This has been an intersting start to 2019, but I’m grateful for all that I have.
Life is GOOD.
The beautiful part of the world where I live, The Huon Valley, Tasmania, Australia is burning.
For the last 7 days my hometown has been on Emergency Bushfire warning, and I, my kidlet and cat, (who subsequently bolted and ran away 3 days ago – the cat, not the kidlet!) have been relocated to my Mum’s house 22kms away. Basically we took things I couldn’t replace (photos of my dead hubby that hadn’t been transferred to digital, my baby record books for my kids), and few clothes, medications and my wheelchair (can’t walk due to broken ankle) and drove away.
Some of my state has been burning for longer than other parts, but our southwest fire started on 16 Jan 2018 from many, many dry lightning strikes. Over the days the small fires have merged into one large area that spreads a firefront of over 100kms, mostly through heavy, hard to access forest areas, but is now encroaching onto country suburban areas. The fire has spread from an initial estimated 70 hectares to now being well of 37 000 hectares of forest burning.
The weather hasn’t been helpful, no rain is expected for many weeks. Today is the second “really bad” day (due to winds and temperature) in the last 4, more are expected next week. The road down to my hometown (and many others) has been closed for 2 days – only emergency vehicles are allowed through.
As of a couple of hours ago, my hometown was still ok, some small spotfires, lots and lots of smoke and some light ash. As I write this the predicted winds have turned again, and are now blowing it directly that way, giving reprieve to the other end of the valley (where my brothers family lived – they have relocated too) who were in the firing line this morning again. I have no idea when, or even if, I will see my home again – and that is hard to comprehend. Mostly I try to not think about.
This fire is uncontrollable at the moment, and has been for several days, it keeps jumping around, crossing containment lines, and generally being a nasty ravening beast.
Our wonderful firefighters, emergency personel and volunteers of all descriptions are working to help those of us affected by this. I would gladly let my house, and all I possess, burn to ashes multiple times as long as it means none of them will be hurt by fighting this fire.
We are only a small state and so our Fire Service is stretched to the limit, some crews have been fighting fires since before Christmas, and we still have another month of “fire Season” to go. We have been fortunate to have some national and international firefighters arrive to help us. We have other uncontrolled emergency rated bushfires buring in our central plateau area – around where our electricity is generated – so there is much for them to do.
I really didn’t mean to write so much, but I find that I need to put this on “paper” as it were. Things are bad, homes have been lost already, more will be, and there seems no end in the immediate future to this fire. Most likley it will burn for months, and even if they manage to steer it away somehow from our hometowns, many business that rely on forestry and tourism will be affected.
I know there are many places, and people worse off than us: war zones, natural disaster areas of unthinkable proportions, human tragedies unfold everyday, but I ask you to think good thoughts for us, and all the other folks in the world who might need it – if enough of us ask the Universe for good blessings, they shall arrive.
Stay safe where ever you may be, and good blessings to you and yours.
i broke my ankle on New Years Eve,
on a simple attempt to cross the street.
my feet moved off before my head,
and so i tripped right off the edge.
I broke both bones in my left leg,
“we’ll call an ambulance” they said,
but 2 hours later I still waited
getting more agitated.
so in the end to my car i hopped,
and my kidlet drove to the hospital and stopped.
they told me I would have to stay,
for an operation the next day.
I’ve had to have a plate put in,
securely fixed with 7 pins,
and part of a bone they couldn’t fix,
has now been given the surgeons flick.
so now I hop, and scoot round in my chair,
6 whole weeks no weight to bear,
and i think each time i see my foot,
before i moved I should have looked!
I’m taking a break from my blog
it’s become a really hard slog
to publish a post
when what I want most
is not to be bothered at all.
So thanks for all that I’ve read
and the images formed in my head
from your pictures and blurbs
and reading your words
has filled my heart with delight.
So it’s goodbye from me
and we shall see
if a 2019 blog is meant to be.
P.S I wish you all a safe, peaceful and loving Festive Season, may the Universe fill your hearts, and lives with joy and kindness overflowing.
I know, I have been remiss (and missing in action) with my Thursday SODding, but hey, WordPress has reminded me how weird they are today:
He wasn’t really sure that robots had a happy place, but he was certain that if they did it wouldn’t have been getting stuffed into a huge chunk of fish fillet and chucked off the end of a boat into a pack of feeding sharks just so some scientist could attmempt to monitor his progress through the belly of the beast. Luckily, or not, he didn’t have long to philosophise about where his actual happy place might be, before he was swallowed up by the one of the sharks, who was definitely in his happy place crunching fish fillet flavoured with robots.
If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post