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Wilderness — A Meditation

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

The Fig Tree Wilderness of Queensland – Rosalie Village

 


The dance of the fig tree wilderness disturbs my contemplation. I watch from behind a mass of veranda windows as the south-westerlies twirl around the coastline to come in from the north and pulsate through the giant eight-story-high Morton Bay fig tree in my back garden. As the boughs boogie to the music of the blue heavens, bird song comes to a halt.

When all is still once more, when the cyclonic action soothes itself and diminishes, the birds chortle in celebration and then disappear again as the huge branches begin their subsequent encore.

This tree, several hundred years old, sheltered on a small plateau above the slope that falls away into Rosalie Village a few hundred feet beneath us, is multi-trunked with several strong girths intertwining, braiding, if you will, to produce huge tree-trunk sized branches that reach up into the skies like a bouquet in a vase. The dancing outer branches twirl in the wind, never quite settling. 

When the gusts arrive, the entire monolith moves in all its parts. Branches arrange themselves in conjunction with one another. The filigree of green ostrich-feathered leaves allows the sunlight of noon to shimmer  while slender end branches pirouette in circular patterns as larger tree trunk-sized branches  sway liquidly. 

The power inherent in the scene has frightening qualities that accompany the lovely aesthetic of the tree moving like lace curtains at once dainty and at the same time cyclonic

The sound like a far-off set of waves coming into shore quiets as the winds slow. Still the shaking shimmering leaves dance in what is left of their remembered movement. 

Slowly the dance comes to peaceful stillness until the next gust arrives with full force to move the huge tree full of strength inherited from its roots anchored deep into the earth of this Paddington hillside. Down below near the earth itself nothing moves. The stolid,       rounded several trunks hold firm.

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Oh, dear, I made a mistake in the previous post...and now I shall rectify it!


I meant to ask if anyone can recommend a short story or a book that at the same time is recognisably rational and empathetic.

I need a long list of good books for I am about to decamp into writing mode where it always helps to have had a few excellent previous examples to set a pattern for my writing.  

I so tend to be erratic and disorganized as I write.  Some folks like my husband and my daughter believe this is not simply the way I write. 

However, the example of an author who can provide an organized pattern of action and at the same time slip into an empathetic mood that allows me to recognize the dilemma, the discovery, the outcome for characters is so very helpful.

If you have a title, you can leave it in the comments at the bottom of the post and I will be forever (yes, forever) grateful.

Love you all...


Yes, indeed, it is a poinsettia plant..this is the way they grow in Australia. 😍

Tell Me A Story, Tell Me A Story; Tell Me A Story Before I Go To Bed ! PLEASE


 Currently I am reading Ursula LeGuin, my favorite story teller. Her Lathe of Heaven is my favorite sci fi novel. And I assure you there are scads of other titles I also love. Her work stands out.  For 12-90 year olds her Wizard of EarthSea novels are simply the best!!  Her words turn the pages for themselves. I would probably never read her on an e-reader.  I keep wanting to highlight or go back and find a phrase or a metaphor that is simply a celebration of language.  Try her.  You may also find her a relief from life as we know it. !

Saturday, March 20, 2021

~~~~~~~~~~~WHY READ~~~~~~~


        
 Instead I kill characters so beware:




Saturday, March 13, 2021

Louis de Berni'eres on LOVE

 Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides

And when it subsides you have to make a decision.

You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.

Because that is what love is

Love is not breathlessness;

 it is not excitement; 

it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion;

 it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day; 

it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body.

No, don't blush; I am telling you some truths.

That is just being "in love", which any fool can do.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, 

and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.



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