Summer stroll

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A stroll on the beach … at night … in summer. A glow on the sand caught my attention. As it grew brighter it caught my … full attention. Grains of sand moved … shifted slowly this way then … the other. Was I afraid? … oh yeh!

They rose slowly … silently. I wanted to run … but couldn’t, I was … mesmerized. They rose high without apparent threat … I calmed down, fear settling into curiosity.

I waited … waited to see what their next move would be … there wasn’t any. They just stood and … glowed … how nice.

Pitch Black

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The night was pitch black. Eleven pm … pitch black. The moon was missing … it was supposed to be a …  full moon … it didn’t rise.

Pitch black … and … silent.

Rumble, screech … a sliding sound … sliiiiiiidddde. Red light on horizon … rising … rising.

They are here…

I enjoyed my little chat …

I enjoyed my little chat … with myself … on my blog the other day.

Sitting here now, thinking about that nice feeling I thought I would like to write something again … like, right now … this minute, but as usual … what?

I could write about the troubles of the world, there are so many but that would be depressing and writing … especially my writing … can’t help … it could if I was someone important but I’m not … well, I am in a way. I am important to the birds in the tree outside my door. They think I am important as I chased a cat away from them the other day. The birds wanted to come and eat the crumbs I left them but cat – sat – very – very still thinking he was invisible but I saw him, the birds saw him so who was he kidding? Anyways I clapped my hands and yelled really loudly – SHOOOO. The sly guy eyed me and  crouched down low but didn’t run so I stamped my foot and clapped my hands and yelled really really loudly – SHOOOOOBAM! That did it – he shoooobammed it up and over the fence in wink. If the birds had hands they would have clapped me.

On another subject I got book from the library yesterday … only up to page four but already I know for sure this is going to be a good read. You see, there is this elephant and he has a friend who … well … I am only up to page four so I am not sure what adventures they might have. If you have a library near you, you might like to see if they have the book.

So, not much else is happening in my life at the moment, oh yes, my maidenhair fern is looking pretty … all lacy and green and … and … magical in a maidenhair fern kinda way … they have that special ability to do that .. be all magical and lacy … and green.

If anyone is reading this and you have troubles, I hope they go away soon … or at least … before the next full moon and if you do see a full moon, make a wish, a big one as wishes on a full moon usually comes true and I am sure you deserve your wishes to come true cos I am sure you are really really nice.

Bird and I say bye for now …

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Been away … again

Been with the grandchildren … learned (learnt?) a lot. Homework isn’t what it used to be … their’s is from some strange planet … couldn’t understand the language … Google did.

I learnt … again … to tie a tie. Iron pleats into tunics and sing silly songs … that was fun. We walked in the sunshine … the rain … the freezing cold. We camped out in the lounge room … cos we could. Watched movies and ate lollies. I was introduced to ‘sours’ … who on earth invented them? We held hands … hugged and laughed some more.

For breakfast please Nana … Dark rye bread and marinated goats cheese … Turkish bread with smoked salmon (expensive tastes for so young) … well … I am proud they choose healthy.

Memories are fresh … smiles are a constant … life is a little richer …

Origami

I like origami … the feel of the paper … sharp folds.

With some help from me paper square … folds … triangle appears then disappears. Another tiny fold … a diamond shows itself off and lingers … turns … another fold and diamond distorts to points of importance. Fold up … crease … pull out and a crane is born. Another and another … on and on … meditation.

paper cranes

All my birds wish you happiness, peace, tranquility … and … licorice allsorts

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poetry and creative writing

I like to write … stuff … I think … I thought … I should write ‘good’ stuff.  I looked for guidance … maybe a licence to say … ok … that’s good stuff … but NOPE!

NOPE! dope, you can’t use all those … …

NOPE! dope, rhyme is a crime … …

NOPE! dope, show, don’t tell … …

What can I do with all this information? I will have to stop writing. I can’t keep fighting all the NOPE’s and  DOPES

Well … I have decided … to write my way … with all my … … … rhymes and chimes … dots and splots.

After all it is my blog and the only one reading is me and maybe a stray dog … well … if anyone else happens to accidentally be reading … just in case … I cannot apologize cos I have to do … what itchy fingers do and that is write … stuff … enough … stuff … to satisfy the itch.

Talking of itches, well … that is another subject.

May all those who have itchy fingers indulge in their dreams and write, write, write.

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It rained … really big drops

Big drops … splat they went. There were only three leaves left on the magnolia tree. The middle one thought she was strong and she tried to resist but she didn’t have a chance. It was like the drops played games. The first big drop plopped …  magnolia leaf shook it off and bounced with happiness. The next drop was larger and magnolia leaf bent all the way down but her stem saved her … she bounced a little less … but still … bounced enough to show she was brave. Along came the boss of drops and sploshplopbloshnosh and magnolia leaf bent all the way down … stem … tried … holding on … but couldn’t and down they went. She lay there feeling beaten and the drops got larger and sploshier and plopier and bloshier … they joined together and became a river and magnolia leaf was taken … away … a long … long … way away. I was a witness to all this. I wonder where she is? Oh well!

Rain is nice sometimes … not so much other times. Floods are not nice. I saw a dog swept away by a flood … he was saved though … by some people further downstream but when I saw it I wondered if I would like to be swept away like that … well … only if I was sure I would be saved like the dog was. I might feel like a leaf swirling and curling and burling along. I saw a leaf once, swirling and curling and the best thing was when it came to a calmness in the water … it glided and slided. I am sure I heard a sigh … with relief or with pleasure I am not sure … I would like to believe … it was pleasure.

Transparent umbrellas are fun, you can look up and see the drops coming. They think they are going to splosh you … big time … make you … WET!  I could see a question mark (?) as drop hit the the transparent umbrella and squish flat and slide … wide … like a tide … onto the ground … sorry drop.

Gum boots are hoots … decorated with strawberries and ladybugs, tea cups or coffee mugs. They squash and swash and blosh into puddles bringing smiles to the wearer … who is the bearer of the boots  that are hoots.

Rain drops … when they fall … send out a call … that it’s time to play.

Bird and I wish you a playful day … in the rain … or … not.

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Where do you go when you go missing

Where have I been? Been here and there and nowhere all at the same time. I had a sadness. I had a happiness. I had more I had less. Like Lochie from Lock Ness I was here but couldn’t be seen, way down in the deep. Am I back? Half of me is visible, the other half is thinking about it.

I haven’t been idle, well, not all of the time. I have knitted and flitted and diddled and daddled. I have fiddled and faddled. But I am here now, part in shadow and part in light. Will I continue to take flight and write, draw and score with a paper knife? Will I stay, will I go? Am I out of the fog, ready to Blog? We shall see … we shall see.

Summer has gone with its heat draining days. Autumn is here with its peaceful ways, quiet, serene, allowing me to dream. Winter is waiting … around the corner pushing its way every now and then with a gust and a chill; winter has a very strong will and is impatient.

Trees gently shed their leaves so they can float like a boat in the gutters and streams in their autumn dress and people guess where they will end up. My friend sent me some ginkgo leaves from her tree, they are my favourite; I won’t send them down the stream I will put them in my journal.

People are retrieving their winter clothes from hidden places in their wardrobes. Shops confuse us by showing us new things to keep us warm then suddenly put out summer things. We shake our heads. Should I be hot or cold?

I like to read and plant a seed … or two … or three and end up with a tree and memories of a family that lives in a book … that I took … from the library … then sent it back. Now I have a tree and memories, that’s nice.

I call myself randomrose. I like random, like today I thought I would reopen my blog but didn’t know what to say so I have babbled and dabbled in some kind of poetry (my kind of poetry cos I can). Oh yes, I got myself a tattoo a little bird with wings and five sturdy feet … he’s really neat … I drew him and the tattooist tattooed him. I got him on a whim but I am really glad because I really really like him. On another whim I had him made into a stamp so I can have dozens of him if I want … that would be fun.

After such a long absence here on my blog I am probably only talking to a fallen log but that is ok I have had a nice time. Happiness to all wherever you are, whether your near or whether your far the elves and fairies hear your wishes … may they all come true.

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Gallery

‘tapestry of light’

randomrose:

Amazing work by a beautiful artist

Originally posted on 'tapestry of light' mandala:

‘celebrating the beauty,

diversity and inter-connectedness

of all life on our home…

Mother Earth…

‘She’ who provides all our physical needs…

through her endless bounty and creativity….’

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How it all began:

One morning in 1997 I woke with a kaleidoscope of pictures whirling in my mind’s eye……….animal faces looking at me,  babies and children, the phases of the moon, the seasons, the elements and the colours of the rainbow.

They all spun around a central axis with a clear crystal at its centre….

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I had been drawing and painting mandalas for many years…

but what was this?

I was puzzled and each morning just before I woke,

I watched in fascination as so many images appeared….

Was this a mandala that I could possibly make?

The task seemed daunting and so I just let it evolve, sketching and taking notes for many months ……

Then one day the image of the completed mandala appeared before me….

I saw everything as ‘dancing energy’…

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Updated 365 Face a day page

Hi everyone,

Floating in and out of here. I have managed to put my 365 Face a day challenges into one page. Did a lovely job of the first lot, now the second lot have uploaded willy nilly. I would love to have the time to l-e-a-r-n about everything but it not possible as I like too many things and don’t know how to choose which to drop so I can concentrate on just a few things and get them right … however … if I did  that  I would not be me … so let’s do some ‘randoming’ …

 

I picked up  a little dinky book  from a Book Crossing meet. (www.BookCrossing.com). The book is a ‘Reader’s Digest’ Titled ‘Idiomatically Speaking’  – ‘IDIOMATIC= Peculiar to or characteristic of a given language.

Here is a little from the book: Some amazing origins of some of our most common idioms.

‘Hair of the dog’ – Many people claim the best cure for a hangover is a quick morning-after drink – known idiomatically as ‘a hair of the dog that bit you’. In the days when superstition and medical science were one. It was believed that the bite from a mad dog could be cured by putting some of its hair on the wound. The expression occurs as early as 1546.

‘Gild the lily’ –  To gild refined gold, to paint the lily is wasteful and a ridiculous excess says Shakespeare in ‘King John’ of the monarch who attempted to ‘improve’ his royalty by having himself crowned a second time. Gold, already the purest of metals cannot be improved by gilt; nor can the lily, symbol in Christian art of purity, be made more perfect by paint. As the phrase became an English idiom through usage it was corrupted so that the lily, not the gold was being gilded when someone attempted to make something already good appear to be even better.

‘Hobson’s choice’ – Back in the 16th century. Thomas Hobson kept a stable in Cambridge. Customers wanting to hire a horse were given Hobson’s choice: they had to take the one nearest the door – or go without a mount.

‘High Jinks” – Now synonymous with unrestrained merrymaking, high jinks was once a popular game. In his novel ‘Guy Mannering (1815), Sir Walter Scott refers to ‘the ancient and now forgotten pastime of high jinks – which was played in several different ways. Most frequently the dice is thrown by the company, and those upon whom the lot fell were obliged to assume and maintain for a time, a certain fictitious character, or to repeat a certain number of fescennine verses in a particular order. If they departed from the characters assigned … they incurred forfeits.

‘Not enough room to swing a cat’ – Until 1875, a whip known as the cat-o’-nine-tails (usually abbreviated to ‘cat’) was used to punish sailors on board Royal Navy ships, which were not noted for an abundance of space. Novelist Tobias Smollett (1721-71), who spent considerable time at sea, was one of the first to use the phrase to describe a confined space.

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Another little book I picked up is another Reader’s Digest call ‘Oddities in words, picture and figures. Here are some of the tongue twisters compiled in an anthology by Mr. Ken Parkin, A British music examiner.

The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick

A bloke’s back brake-block broke

A dozen double damask dinner napkins

A fat-thighed freak fries thick fish

A truly rural frugal ruler’s mural

A soft shot-silk sash shop

Freddy Thrush flies through thick fog

And now some ‘Strine’ – Australian slang.

Goodbye, must hit the frog and toad (Goodbye , I am going up the road)

Well, take a Captain Cook (Well, take a look)

What’s the curry and rice? (What’s the price?)

He has just gone around the Johnny Horner (round the the corner)

I am all on my Pat Malone (on my own)

I need to wear me bag o fruit (wear my suit)

No, this is not how we speak but I do remember one of my uncles many years ago when I was a child (many years ago … ) he would quote this strine often, I was fascinated.

There is controversy to the origins of these sayings. Possibly from the original convicts that settled here or maybe the turn of the century. It was generally only used by men. A lady would not talk like that in those days. Well, not in public anyways.

It consists of a couple of words or syllables which rhymes with the word for which it is substituted.

 

Last but not least a little History about Australia … well … some unusual bits …

* Swimming – In 1838 it was declared illegal to swim at public beaches during the day due to morality grounds. This law was enforced until 1902. (It is hard to believe that that is only 112 years ago, swimming in a beach seems such a normal and obvious thing to do).

* Female vote – Australia was the second country to give women the vote.

* In 1932, Francis De Groot, a retired cavalry officer, managed to get himself selected as part of the honour guard at the opening of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. When the ribbon was about to be cut, he galloped forward on his horse and slashed the ribbon with his sword, declaring the bridge open in the name of ‘the decent citizens of New South Wales’. The ribbon was then tied back together and the ceremony continued. De Groot was carried off to a mental hospital, declared insane and later fined for the replacement cost of one ribbon.

* Independence for WA- In April 1933, 68 per cent of West Australians voted in favour of seceding from the Commonwealth of Australia. However, they needed permission from the British Parliament before they could officially become a new country. Meanwhile, Australia’s Federal Parliament was arguing that Britain should not interfere in Australian politics. The end result was that Britain never made a decision. Consequently, Western Australian remained part of the Commonwealth.

* Yowie sighting – In 1987, the Alice Springs police station received a call from a frightened family. The family had stopped for a cup of tea after a morning of rabbit hunting. Then a huge ape like creature, two meters tall and covered in hair, leapt out of an empty water tank and began walking towards them. The family fled to their truck and the creature ran after them before disappearing into the bush. The man,Frank Burns believed it was a man however the women, Phyllis Kenny, told the press she could tell the difference between man and beast and this was definitely a beast. The following day police searched the area and found a man, 203 centimetres tall weighing a estimated 127-159 kg sitting naked by the roadside. The man was then taken to a local mental hospital.

*Australia day – January 26, Australia day, is the anniversary of ships arriving in Sydney carrying a load of Convicts.

*Australia was the 3rd country, after the US and Russia, to launch a satellite into orbit. It was for the British, using a ‘Blue Streak’ rocket

Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.