"The key is to be here, fully connected with the moment, paying attention to the details of ordinary life. By taking care of ordinary things-our pots and pans, our clothing, our teeth- we rejoice in them. When we scrub a vegetable or brush our hair, we are expressing appreciation: friendship toward ourselves and toward the living quality that is found in everything."
~Pema Chodron



Friday, January 27, 2012

Shadowed gums and black swans


January 22
The shadowed gum tree droops, weeping into the lilac night.

January 23  
After all the procrastination and distraction, I finally sit and start. The words travel, from some place within, out through my finger tips onto the computer screen in an irregular but constant rhythm. Finally exhausted I lay down to sleep, the energy of the words and more words to come buzzing within.  

January 24  
The jagged city, dark and distant, backlit by the flaming orange veil of the setting sun.  

January 25  
From the dusk-lit lake, the brown down underbelly of the black swan, up-ended.  

January 26 
The endless row of dots and dashes mark the safe passage home.

View of Melbourne CBD at sunset from Hawthorn East, Melbourne, Australia



Saturday, January 21, 2012

Another small stones catch-up from the park to heart art



January 16 - The Park 


Three day cut grass, littered with mottled, moth-eaten gum leaves turning from grass green to olive to patchy tan under the summer sun. The remnants of cut grass, clumped and drying. Scents of fresh compost



January 17 - Avocado 


The avocado with blackish brown rough crinkling skin, sliced vertically open around its round wood-like stone, reveals creamy flesh tinged pale lemon but mostly brown.  

January 18 - Heart Art  

At the bottom of my latte glass, the misshapen foamy heart art, swallowed smiling.  

January 19 - The Sky  

The thin blue sky, so high, so high.  

January 20 - The Devonshire Tea 

On a round white plate, two lemonade scones, warm, fluffy, imperfectly round, dusted with sweet icing sugar.  

To the right, home-made conserve, dark red, strewn with seeds and shrunken strawberries, sits plump in a small white round ceramic dish.  

To the left, double cream, thick, off-white, spiralling to a flattened peak, dolloped in an identical ceramic dish.  

All waiting to layer together.  

January 21 - Indulging 

Bright green, Sicilian, un-pitted olives; a slice of off-white ricotta cheese, fresh, soft and loose; slices of bocconcini oozing milky salt paired with bright red grape tomatoes sliced length ways drizzled in olive oil and sprinkled with salt; chunks of octopus with bruised rings dotted with red chili; rustic bread sliced; golden white wine, its coldness condensing on the glass. Indulging favourites.  

The Park - Sidney Myer Music Bowl park, Melbourne, Australia

The Devonshire Tea, Sassafras Cafe, Sassafras, Victoria, Australia

Monday, January 16, 2012

Of summer and grief

A pale blue, almost cloudless sky and the warm kiss of the sun herald the welcome return of summer; 
a message received, informing loss and dear friends’ broken hearts, heralds a time of shared grief and mourning.



Sunday, January 15, 2012

Small stone catch up


January 13 - Friendship 
Crunchy bread rolls 
coated in fine loose white flour 
dusts chins and 
sprinkles laps;  
constant conversation  
bubbles freely 
oblivious. 

January 14 - Family 
Smiling faces and arms anxious to embrace, a wandering gypsy is welcomed back into the familiar family fold.


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Dusty black car


Dusty black car 
cob-web coated 
streaked and splattered with crumbling mud 
obediently fires 
and then gently hums 
as it emerges from hibernation 


Good-bye


As the plane rockets down the runway, sun-yellowed grass waves good-bye. 



Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Grey fog


Today 
autopilot takes control 
guiding each step, each movement, each breath 
The grey fog settles, wraps itself around 
cloaking beauty and joy 
It constricts and chokes forcing tears to tumble 
A howling sob  
lies stifled, aching to roar but repressed 
lest its leap leave only hollowness and cracked walls