Wilderness — A Meditation

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Australian bird songs

Hi there..

Below are some web pages that contain a little info and a picture of each of several Australian native birds.

If you press the little green buttons you can actually hear them singing.

These are the sounds that surround me during the early morning when I sit down to talk with you.

Their songs are so different from those of their northern hemisphere neighbors that I thought those of you who have never been here might delight in hearing them and those of you who have travelled to Oz might fondly remember.

Saturday, April 26, 2008


Morning..Welcome to my little corner of the web on the day after Anzac Day.

Gosh, but all I want to do is celebrate. Yesterday was the day of days in Oz. Everyone or at least it seemed like everyone had become an historian remembering World War !, World War 2, Korea, Vietnam, and/or Iraq and Afghanistan. These people take the remembrance thing a tad too far and my leaky margins just gobbled up all the angst and pain that was evident in their remembering.

So, today the sun shines in a clear blue sky; the temps are about to rise to the 80s F. and we are off to an Hungarian Barbecue at a friend's house.

However, I wanted to share with all my English teacher friends one of the neatest set of possible writing assignments – the kind you give the kids to fill the first ten minutes of class to keep them busy while you are taking care of the roll and various and sundry other tasks.

I didn't know what a Meme was – – had to look it up on the web. and the link that you will reach by clicking on the title of this blog entry will take you to a site with scads of simple, fun writing assignments related to memes. Just follow the links.

And in case you want an example, try out this example meme:

1. Go to
2. Type in your answers to the questions below in the "search" box.
3. View only the first page of each response.
4. Copy the paste two photos of your chosing.

First name?
First word of your elementary school's name?
Favorite color?
Pet peeve?
Dream vacation?
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What do you most love in life?
One word to describe you?

Thanks to Kenneth who sent it on to a lot of us on the INFJ web list.

Happy Friday in nordamerika...happy Saturday here in Oz..

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Questions for the Australian Tourist Board

This series of questions has been around for quite a while. A friend emailed them to me this morning and I thought you all might enjoy reading them, too.

These were posted on an Australian Tourism Website and the answers are the actual responses by the website officials, who obviously have a sense of humour


Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia ? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? ( UK ).

A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.


Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)

A: Depends how much you've been drinking.


Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)

A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water.


Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia ? (USA)

A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe .
Aus-tra-lia is that big island in t he middle of the Pacific which does not
... oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross. Come naked.


Q: Which direction is North in Australia ? (USA)

A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.


Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia ? (UK)

A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.


Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)

A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is ...
oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.

____________________________ ______________________

Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)

A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers.
Milk is illegal .


Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can Dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)

A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from.
All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.


Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia , but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees. (USA)

A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of Gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them.
You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking.


Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia ? (USA)

A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.


Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female population is smaller than the male population? (Italy)

A: Yes, gay night clubs.


Q: I was in Australia in 1969 on R+R, and I want to contact the Girl I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross*. Can you help? (USA)

A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour..


Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)

A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first !

Monday, April 21, 2008

Frustration Reigns under blue southern skies

Well, that's not really true. The skies were blue when I rose this morning; at the moment the west is full of fluffy whites.

I am working on chapter 6 of Das Book – too long – too disconnected. Urgh! and I'm tired of sitting here at my desk trying to shorten, edit, and bring to life ole Brizzie.

I think I need to go sit under the Pandamus Palms around the South Bank pool. That might inspire some vitality in this document.

So, you see. Writing is not always easy. Writing is often magnificently frustrating.

And so here I am.

and so I up loaded a photo of myself in Wyoming to remind myself that there were days of vacation mode.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Saturday – Overcast Saturday

My connection to the internet is problematic this morning – not sure if it is my machine or the cyber world interfering. After all, it is an overcast Saturday morning and what are millions of Australians doing if they cannot surf or serve as tasty tidbits for sharks along the east coat of this land?

Just had an email from a friend who is undergoing various treatments for cancer. She, too, has a blog on this site. If you would like to smile, laugh, and enjoy the throes of life with cancer-treatment, just click on the title of today's blog. It will take you to Janell's blog

In the meantime, work on "Two in the Bush: a memoir of love and life in Australia" is well underway. What else can one work on in the midst of the blocked sun, cloud filled skies of southern Queensland.

Be well, my friends. Catch you soon.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Animal Imagery Poem

I know, I know..I missed a day or two. Sat here right in front of the computer and asked myself if I had something to say. Of course, I did, but not the energy to actually type it out.

Some claim that after an extended period of time in right hemisphere – imagery – one has to re-orient back into 'real life'. Guess that will be my excuse.

Nonetheless, here I am on Christina's birthday full of energy. Blue skies and birdsong do that to me.

Here is the poem I offered to the Saturday Performance at the Animal Imagery workshop. Hope it isn't too esoteric.

Bornhoffen Imagery

Arrival –
Cicada and tiny frogs out-sing my tinnitus

Rivulets of autumn rain plow a bare crusted river path.

Ah – I, too, am here in hopes of being laid bare
stripping the conscious layer from the mandarin of my mind,
exposing sweet segments to digest.

Nguntjerri's sage brought me dugong
An old woman grazing on Morton Bay sea grass

While others appropriated
my southern accented Australian crow
and intrepid Wedge Tail Eagle.

Did Windwalker release the cleansing gusts
to whip through our dreams?

Animal Imagery provided a cozy warmth
on a wind swept night –
until the wind, exhausted,
abandoned her pursuit.

In this place, one must clear a lawn
from which to view the hearty life force of a
forested, be-vined, unconscious haven.

Listening with new ears,
Indigenous rhythms meld into
Unconscious spaces in the unfolding psyche

A celebration of new beginnings.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Festival of the Animals

Greetings from a sunny southern hemisphere Sunday evening,

I have just returned from a week end workshop in Animal Imagery. Jungian in concept, this workshop has opened my mind. It has changed my path. In the space of one evening, one day and one morning of workshops, I have come to understand my world in a brand new way.

Do I sound enthusiastic? You betcha!

There is a link at the top of this blog entry. Just click on the title of this blog entry. I urge you to look at it.

Not only have I changed my focus from abstract concepts, I have moved quickly to a place where I want to work mainly in concrete physical feelings about my life issues. I want to report how my muscles and viscera feel when engaged in life experiences. I want to discuss dreams not as metaphorical patterns (oh, how my mind loves them) but from the point of view of just how my muscles feel when they are confronted with dream images that accompany my sleep at night.

This is a paradigm change in my life. I will report the effects in future blog entries.

Oh, and as an added plus, an amazing wonderment, I was privileged to receive an energy invocation from an Aboriginal medicine man, Nguntjeerie. On his work I will also report, but as of this writing, there has been a change in my experience of the osteoartharitis in my right knee. Too soon to tell if there is a cause and effect process.

We'll see. But no matter whether I am healed in some way, I am feeling satisfied, comfortable, inclined to good health at the moment. May it continue! Let the games begin.

Happy Sunday to you all!!

Thursday, April 10, 2008


Back again to the same ole, same ole

One just never knows what will work unless/until the risk is taken and the deed is done.

The workshop was a wonderment. Claire Scobie's Last Seen in Lhasa is worth your time. Her presentation was certainly worth mine.

I feel energised by the opportunity to work with her and with the other workshop participants on a rainy afternoon.

I met another ex pat – of the most unusual sort – an European born in Japan, raised in China, married to another European from an entirely different culture.

We will have coffee another day next week.

The manuscript has been edited one more time with lots more work to do.

The book proposal is the next step and mailing it out to publishers the next step.

My friends in Amerika are being supported by their community! Hooray for those who inspire truth telling and freedom of the Press – may they win the day!

love to all..

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Happy Saturday

Sunny wakening on a morning when we expected rain. All work has been canceled due to weather conditions that have not eventuated. Same ole, same ole.

Which weather forecaster do you trust?

Me, I trust the guy who twenty years ago predicted that this year would be one of the rainiest in Brisbane's summer season. Not only was he correct in his predictions, he figured it out long before global warming and other planetary issues arrived to cloud our understanding. Really strange, isn't it?

So, today is a work day. I head off to a Master's workshop on Travel Memoir Writing tomorrow. Today I have to read my book and make all the necessary changes so that it is in the best possible condition for critique.

Publishers beware. We are on the prowl.

Be well, my friends. Life is good. Hope the same is true for you and all appropriate legislation continues to move along quickly and effectively.

Friday, April 04, 2008


No telling what will make a difference - always amazing what information can be useful - the primary reason for keeping one's eyes and ears open ALL the time.

Went to a CG Jung Society of Queensland meeting last night. Speaker was presenting her trip to Egypt and the association that trip had to her recovery from 'trauma' suffered about five years ago. Isis and Osirus were the mythological focus of her presentation.

First of all, it was interesting to see how Aussies deal with those who are unprepared. I was acutely aware that if I had been making the presentation, I would have done a trial run with the technology that I needed to use.

Not so here!

My impatience had to be showing on my face and finally in my hands as I led the clapping at the end of the presentation, almost cutting short the entire room. Damn Amerikans - I am one of the pushy bunch, to be sure.

But, I also want to write to the speaker because she gave me so much fodder to chew cud-like all of last night and well into the morning.

She also offered me enough information to cure my malisse for the moment.

Today, it is work on the book. Today, it is lunch in the city with women friends.

Today is preparing for Sunday's workshop on writing Travel Memoir.

Today the sun shiens, the clouds billow in the blue skies, and I am feeling fit and able to cope with life.

What a roller coaster I chose to ride on.

Hopefully, all of you are better prepared to face the contingencies of your lives than I have been lately. Hopefully, this day dawns with a smile on its face and ends in relaxation and a sene of equilibrium.

Here in Oz, it's Friday..and I promise you a lovely one at that.


Thursday, April 03, 2008

The interior

No, not the Red Centre of Oz. Nope, not the mid-western USA. Not the molten ball thousands of miles under the granite outcroppings of California's Sierra Nevada.

My own interior has churned itself into an emotional basket case these past three days. I write here in an attempt to escape the monologue that beckons me to slid deeper into the quick sand of my own emotions.

You know how anxiety feels? Most of us have had that experience once or twice in our lives and I suspect we each express that out of control moment a bit differently. My guts cramp, my eyes tear, my nose runs, my mind begins to close around whatever image or thoughts have taken it captive.

So, I'm gonna go walk in the wilderness. Often the adrenalin dissipates with physical activity. The birds remind me that my only real purpose in being here is to be here..and then of course, I realize that I have already completed the reproductive imperative and that really there is only one other reason to continue and that is to assure that the next generations grow to maturity and continue the line.

Now, that makes me smile!

Catch ya laters...