Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Sunday Selections #181

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.

Like River I usually run with a theme.  Not only is it winter here (which I love) we have been having rather a lot of grey days - which I am less fond of.  However, the grey days have been brightened immeasurably because the coloured birds have returned!!!

They have been in the nearby hills over summer raising their families and have just started visiting us again.  Crimson rosellas, king parrots - and those little stunners, the eastern rosellas.

Crimson rosellas - and there is a whole family visiting at the moment.  I will try and capture (photographically) the adolescents as well.



King parrot - and this is a female, who allowed me to get very, very close to her.  Within a foot or two.




And the Eastern rosellas - who adore green apple.  They are visiting almost every day at the moment.  Bliss.




And I am not the only one who is obsessed by our avian visitors.  Jazz loves them too.


Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Grounding and Gratitude.

Since late  2012 I have been a collaborator at Vision and Verb.  A part of me has felt that I have been there under false pretences since I don't have a fraction of the talents of the other 'women of a certain age' who contribute there.  I have been in awe at the posts, and have grown very, very fond of the other participants.  Sadly, Vision and Verb will be closing down at the end of this month. though I will continue to stalk stay in touch with those talented women.

In my last post for them, I finished by saying how much I had gained from the other contributors.  Which is true.  But applies equally to all of the people I have found in the blogosphere.

So I am reposting my final post for Vision and Verb here.  And that final paragraph applies to the people who visit me here just as much as it does to the global collaborators from Vision and Verb.  Thank you so very much.

Grounding.



A few weekends ago I was working myself into a frazzle, running from pillar to post battling with a huge and self imposed to-do list.   Each time I crossed something off the list, I would add another two (or three) things.  It was manifestly impossible, and I was beating up on myself for failing to work miracles.  All my muscles hurt and I alternated between the urge to burst into sobs or to snarl.

Rain was forecast and working in the garden was on the list.  As the skies darkened I snatched up my gardening tools and rushed outside.

And stopped, dropped the garden implements and came inside for my camera.

As I looked down the valley at the play of light on the clouds and at the trees glowing I could feel the tension running down my body and into the earth - which has a much broader and stronger back than I do.  With each breath of appreciation I could feel my soul ease.  Yes, I did do some gardening, but then I came inside and consigned the list to the bin.

Where it belonged.

And, the comfort I got from the skies that day, mirrors the comfort and support I have found here.  Thank you one and all.  Since I took my first tentative steps here I have been supported and encouraged.  You have, all of you, enriched my world.  Thank you.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Sunday Selections #180

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.

Like River I usually run with a theme.   It is winter here - and I am loving it.  And remembering winters gone by.  So I have dug out an old photo album, scanned a few photos and am presenting a few shots from a wonderful winter day probably forty years ago.

I was a school girl and a few friends and I had a day at the snow.  Remember black and white photography?  And only taking a few photos because processing them was sooooo expensive?  The quality of these photos is not wonderful - but the day was.




That is me with my behind in the air - and I still remember the bruise when I landed.  Spectacular - and painful.  And worth it.


My feminist self was starting to emerge.  I said that I was tired of only seeing snowmen and insisted that we create a snow woman.  So the Snowslut was born.  I have shown her before - but she still makes me smile.

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Would you like to live forever?

Last week, Snowbrush put up a post asking whether atheists were more rational.  I suspect that is a how long is a piece of string question and depends on the individual and the question.  As is usual with Snow's posts there was a lot to consider, though this time it was a comment he made which has me still thinking about the post days later.  Snow is bothered by the prospect of what he describes as 'eternal non-existence', and said that if someone was to offer him a pill which would enable him to live forever he would take it.

I am comfortable with the prospect of a finite life.  Very comfortable.  And now I am wondering why, and whether Snow's attitude or mine is more common.

I should add that I am a certainly an agnostic in that I don't know that whether or not there is a god, and that I also have strong leanings towards the atheist end of the spectrum.  I don't believe in an after life (whatever it is called), but accept I could be wrong.  If so, it will be the last mistake I make.  So, like Snowbrush, at the end of my life I expect 'eternal non-existence'.

Along with the magic pill, I assume that we can say that our minds and bodies will not deteriorate.  Just the same, eternity has no appeal for me.  I am not entirely sure why not.  I certainly wouldn't get bored - there is always something new to learn and see.   A feeling of fair play, that I have had my chance?  Or a reflection that I already think there are (more than) enough people in the world?

I don't want to live for ever at all, and given my druthers will fade out with an eco funeral (no coffin or headstone).  I like to think that I will feed a tree, which will shelter birds and insects, and if I am lucky animals.

How about you?  Would you want to live forever?   And do you know why?  If you could live forever, how would you spend your time?
  

Monday, 7 July 2014

Sharing the Warmth and Wonder

Last week Vickie from Musings, Tea and Me featured me on her blog tour.  Which was a surprising, and lovely gesture.

Like awards, the blog tour comes with conditions (drat it).  We are to introduce ourselves (with photos) and answer a few questions.  The next step is to feature three of the blogs we love, and invite the featured people to follow suit in a week.

The selected questions are:
What am I working on?
How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Why do I write/create what I do? and
How does my writing/creative process work?

Some of this is easy.  Some of it not.

The questions?  Bleah.  They fit me and my lifestyle about as well as stiletto heels and size zero clothing.
So I am going to ignore them and give a potted summary of who I am.
I am an appreciator rather than a creator.  I no longer work (except on a voluntary basis). 
I read.  Obsessively.  I garden,  Obsessively.  I am a beauty addict, and find it everywhere.  I am endlessly awed and fascinated by nature.  My partner (known as the smaller portion or his high and skinniness) and I have shared our lives for over thirty-five years.  The household is ruled by two furry black tyrants who answer, when and if it suits them, to Jazz n Jewel.  I am frequently disgusted by people.  I am as often awed by them.  I am endlessly curious.  Photos of a few of my obsessions follow.

The garden.


Earrings.  I have a passion for them and have ten more of these hangers.  And other earrings as well.  Oops.



And eastern rosellas.  I hope to see them in the garden again - soon.



In keeping with my obsessive nature, I follow, and love, a lot of blogs.  Some of them are written by people who share (and feed) my obsessions interests.  Some of them share life experiences, and others live half a world away both literally and metaphorically.  I recognise the similarities, I marvel at the differences.  There are writers (lots and lots of writers).  There are gardeners.  There are animal lovers.  There are other people with the dread disease (Multiple Sclerosis).  There are people with other ailments.  There are artists from a range of genres, and I warm my hands at the blaze of their talents.

I learn from bloggers, I laugh with bloggers, I cry with bloggers.  And all of them enrich my world.  My introverted anti-social self has found a home here.  And I cherish it.

I loathe and detest singling out just three bloggers.  It feels mean.  And wrong.  And exclusionary.  Just the same, I have done it.  And selected three very different blogs and bloggers.

Unlike Vickie I didn't approach these people and seek their agreement.  I was pretty certain that if I did so it would give them time to find excuses reasons not to join in.  I have essentially ambushed them .  I hope they will play - but will fully understand it if they decide not to.  If any of the rest of you would like to run with the meme - please feel free.  Take it away and run with it.   Sharing the love is always a positive.

Waffling over, and onto three of the blogs I love.  In alphabetical order, based on the names of their blogs. 

 The first is Mimsie from A Geriatric Grandmother.  Mimsie is 82, a mother, grand mother and great grand mother.  She also describes herself (most unjustly) as a bit of an all round twit.  Her body is being treacherous but her mind is still razor sharp.  I am in absolute awe at her memory and love the snapshots she shares of her life, and that of her husband.  She has also featured some stunning series of posts about animals and plants.   And gives us some funny and charming pictorial posts as well.

And then to Kim from My Inner Chick.  Kim's world was turned upside down and shattered when her much loved sister Kay was murdered.  By Kay's estranged husband.  Since then grief, anger, and pain have been, and are, an integral part of Kim's world.  Darkness and despair.  And, while grieving, she works tirelessly to get the word out so that other families don't suffer in the way she does.  Domestic violence is an obscenity and I am in awe that she hasn't buckled under the burden she carries and is reaching out to help others.  You rock Kim - and are one of my heroes.

And finally to jennifer from ripplestreak.  Jennifer is a gardener, a poet and an artist.  And a skilled photographer as well.  Multi-talented, and using all of those talents to create and share beauty.  The vibrant colours and lush words encapsulated in each and every one of her posts makes my heart sing, and brightens the greyest day and mood. 

I do hope that you will visit any of these bloggers that you don't already know - and get as much joy from them as I do.







Sunday, 6 July 2014

Sunday Selections #179

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.

Like River I usually run with a theme.  This week has been busy, though saying that, I don't quite know what made it so busy.  I seemed to be constantly on the go, but don't have a lot to show for it.

So I am returning to my birdy obsession this week.   As always, click to embiggen.

Firstly corellas,





Then, on a chilly foggy morning the first of the King Parrots came to visit.  They have been away in the hills over summer, bringing up their families.  I hope we see many, many more of them.   This is a female - the male King Parrot has an orange head - and an orange tinge to its beak.


And finishing with a cockatoo, with his crest raised as he inspected me.



Sunday, 29 June 2014

Sunday Selections #178

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.

Like River I usually run with a theme.  This week it is a galah coloured dawn which fed my soul.  A chilly, but beautiful start to the day.  And yes, mad woman with camera dances were involved.



And then some galah photos so you can see what I mean.  The match is not exact, but they are certainly grey and pink like the sky and the distant hills.




And then a slightly brighter dawn.  More dances.




And, at the other end of the day, vibrant colour as the day drew to a (stunning) close.