Day after day, despite predictions of showers, and even the esoteric ‘showers clearing’, no rain.  I no longer even think about whether I can hang out washing or not – I just do it regardless of any forecast.  Even the birds are listless, and the dog lies motionless after his morning walk.  Only the bees among the daisies.

drifting clouds
bereft of rain


There seems to be a consensus that Christians treat other living things with contempt, as lesser beings, simply there to serve humans and to be exploited by man in any way he wishes.  However for many Christians, including myself, there is the alternative view that we are here on this earth as stewards, to nourish and protect all living things.  Creation is a precious gift that we have rubbished and taken for granted.  We need to know that there will be a price to pay.

Why else would it say in Romans… ‘For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.’

to understand
our other



So much talk about children in poverty today.  I grew up in a poor family – six children and a father who sometimes struggled to find work.   But it was a poverty of money, not a poverty of life.  Dad ran chooks, grew veges, and never lost his own self-respect.  My mum always had a pot of hot vegetable soup on the coal range when we arrived home, cold and wet, from school.  Just about all our clothes were hand-me-downs, but I don’t remember ever feeling bad about that.   We did snitch everything we could from the orchards on the way home from school, and even turnips out of the field, but we knew our parents were doing the best they could.  Christmas meant a small present and maybe an orange in our stockings, and a big family get-together at my Grandparents.

We couldn’t afford to go on school trips or have lots of presents.  There was no TV, only the radio, so we didn’t have shoved down our throats all the things we were missing out on.  Advertising has a lot to answer for.  Mum hated sewing, but made all of our clothes that weren’t handed down.  Labels were unheard of.

But we did have a childhood that included fun, tree-huts, long grass, tobogganing down hillsides in cardboard boxes, Sunday-school picnics, and for me, most of all, reading.  I loved school – all those wonderful books that there weren’t a lot of in our home – school journals, writing, warm classrooms.

Now I see around me children who seem to have so many ‘things’ in their lives, but not enough of the things that matter.  When are we going to see that families are absolutely important – much more so than heaps of money.  I just feel so sorry for these displaced children…

of the spirit
is what kills


It’s one of those days when the weather can’t make up its mind.  The washing is hanging on a rack on the back porch because I know it will rain the minute I hang it on the line.  When the sun comes out it is beautiful, but then it is dark again and raining.  I look out of my front window and am struck by the way that even in the grey, my little Azalea shines against the fence…

dull day
the sun in unexpected



Maybe one day we will be able to stop the fighting and the hating.  Maybe one day we will have peace.

He shall judge between the nations, and shall arbitrate for many peoples; they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more… 

gun barrel
a sparrow builds
her nest


The wonderful certainty of a child that all is well with the world.  Knowing that someone else will be lighting the fire and finding the food, someone else will worry about how we will live.  The cosiness of lying in bed watching firelight dancing against the dark.  How soon we grow up…

tin roof
the sound of rain
in the night


Not a good day for our usual walk this morning. Didn’t look promising out our front window so we went into the market for a bit of a dryer walk. Bert loved all the different smells and even scored some salami and sourdough and a few pats… The river is high with a lot of flotsam floating down, and quite a bit of thunder around.

a small fat dog happy
market meals