In silence, we find words

In response to RDP – Wednesday – Adventure

Dedicated to my father with whom I spent many hours in silent companionship.

There was a little girl
who once sat on her father’s knee
And told him all about
What she wanted to see and be
She left his knee
To fly the sky
Her path brightly lit
By the stars in her eyes
The little girl became a young woman
who found love that didn’t stay
She wiped her tears away and
picked up the pieces
and from the fragments,
she chose the best tesserae
she joined them together
with salt, blood and tears
and through her fears, the pathway emerged
the young woman grew wise
by her father’s words
find life, and life will find you, in silence she heard
she looked over her shoulder
periodically with a smile and the knowledge
the adventure of the life,
is not in the eye of the beholder
ringside, at the gallery
but in the hands of the artist
that holds the glittering tesserae
So she shared her views, through the lens of her eye
The colours, the minutiae,
the wide open spaces, the early morning reverie
to honour his memory,
because the gift left behind was not in what he said or did
But instilling the belief in her
that she could fly, and she did.

a dawn bird

Reign of thoughts …

In response to Ragtag Daily Prompt – Monday – Deluge

Back Beach, Bunbury, Western Australia

This morning I woke in a bed that was empty
There was no one else there but me
In that space of aloneness
I filled it with memory
Of all the things we shared,
Of what was and the dreams that could never be
While outside it rained, bibilically
That purest water from the sky
Overflowed the gutters, and flooded the ground
In that gush of energy, baptised
I lay quietly and listened to the sounds
Of my heart beat faster than when you were around
I realised society had conned people like me
The message always loud and clear
One is not a number, it is an anomaly
two is what counts
I felt my face break open, wider than my heart had done
I rose from my bed slowly
Slowly like from the dead
And when I was standing firm
Stronger on two feet
I knew I had conquered my fear,
found my voice,
I started to write, for perpetuity
You see society promotes unity
We are mismatched jigsaw pieces
Never whole, a match has to be found,
for that pretty picture that reflects cultural norms to emerge
that promotion, is an industry
in that enlightened moment, I felt the surge
I had always stood on sacred ground
Of the journey, the belief
that cliche missing piece that completes me
Was never lost, it lay within me
A treasure, dormant, waiting to be found
I felt blessed for the courage, that companion
that walked with me into the darkness
and in the coldest recesses of my being
left me with a lantern , the knowledge,
the treasure is not me,
but the savouring of aloneness,
is where serenity is found.

a dawn bird

All lined up

I love it when I learn a new word. With so much information out there, it is a treat to scurry to the dictionary scratching my head thinking, what does that word mean! Thank you Brian, at bushboy.

Much like the lines in nature, my life is falling into line again. I feel well and happy to be productive, relatively pain free and looking forward to travelling and working full pace once more after spending most of the month of July at home. I’m nesting. Being kind to myself. Finding companionship in birds that have taken over my back garden and generally just glad to be going back to who I know I am. It’s a feeling of home like no other.

Silk worms

I loved the dark fronds and delicate lace wings.

I watched tiny honeyeaters sip rain drops from these leaf cups one morning.

I’m not a gardener so I’m not sure whether these should be in my garden ….

but I loved how beautiful the mushrooms looked when they ‘bloomed’.

Then there are those lines that take me to places so far away.

May you, too, seek and find adventure in each day.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Saturday – Venation