This is a painting/sketch I fiddled with earlier…
but then I thought I’d like to do another variation
wasn’t happy with how it turned out, so fiddled…
…think I need a workshop!
A haibun on change and transitions for Dverse poets…
It was a gypsy life in the Air Force – home was always wherever we hung our hats. We got used to hanging new curtains, digging new gardens, meeting new neighbours, and the children survived a succession of schools and friendships. They grew up and left home, and still we travelled on, just on our own this time.
Then for a while we put down roots in a wild and lovely place, built a barn, built a life and a church. So many good friends, none of them rich or even very famous, all of them special. The gifted years, treasure beyond treasure stored up as memories. Until we got older, and the children were too far away, and the distances too great.
This time the wrench of leaving was something we felt, like a tree being pulled from good earth. Pieces of our hearts left behind among the mountains and sea-spray. A different transition.
you and I
always moving on
We walked with a church group to see the Whitecliff Boulders today. The trek starts on farmland which you reach via a winding gravel road not far from Mangaweka. Then there’s a 4.1km walk down the cliff and along the Rangitikei River. The difficulty part is that the trail descends 460 feet between the car park and the low point of the route to the boulders – alright going down the steep clay farm track, but not so good climbing back…
You pay a small fee for public access and park at the top of the bluffs, and we were amazed to find a composting long drop toilet down at the boulders – that flushed! The boulders (concretions) are spectacular and well worth the visit.
Unfortunately, despite carrying water and trying to stay hydrated, I got ill halfway back up the track – it was a pretty hot day – and others stopped to help. I am so grateful for the kindness of my church family. However, it became clear that I wasn’t going to make it without more help, so the farmer picked me up with his quad bike and deposited me up at the carpark again – along with another walker who needed the lift…
I wouldn’t have missed it though, despite that small setback, but when we got home Rod, Bert and I all collapsed and had an hour’s snooze. I’ve attached a few early shots, but will post some more of the boulders when I have time.
Haiku of Becoming
Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
hedy bach original photography mixed stories and music
Sometimes life cries out for a nice break from the daily routine ...... a pie break, so to speak. A time to sit, to listen, to reflect. To taste the sweetness of life.
Art Journey—these works along the way. . . .
Art is the Struggle to Understand
A blog about Sedums, Semps, Succulents and my garden odyssey
Crafting Poetry One Syllable at a Time
"Be on guard. Stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong. And do everything with love." 1 Cor. 16:13-14
Arts resource, sketches and drawings classified by subject
The Official Website of Australian Writer Chrissy Siggee
Words about pictures by Michael Scandling
Author of "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife"
一枚の写真は一千語に匹敵する／A picture is worth a thousand words
A Total Eclipse of the Art
quiet moments in nature