I woke up and it was 2016. I felt quite different from on new years’ days past…reflective, introspective. Like I was floating, and yet like I could make some sense of it all. I could sort this thing out – life etc.
I determined to map my year that day – this year would truly be a New year. I asked the assembled siblings ‘the hard question’. I’m sure they were stunned by the fact that I even spoke!, that I initiated conversation, threw a topic out there…
What is something you will do this year that you haven’t done before?
And then before even half the first day was done, the earth spun me off my axis…I hadn’t come up with my own answer when the phone rang and my holiday was over. Home alone now, administering antibiotics and pain killers to the bruised and battered big cat. Plans unmade, commitment to self maybe a good place to start…
I woke up and it’s the third of January – the year will zip by unmarked. Dishes to be washed, garbage to put out. My head full of the every day. The cat’s high as a kite.
My next door neighbour died.
Think about the street you live in. You moved here, what, just over twenty years ago? (That’s too long! Move on!) How many houses in the street? About forty, row houses, I’ve never counted in all this time… A handful of neighbours pre-date you, another handful rolled in around the same time as you. You’re all bunched up, up this end of the street – the houses surrounding you, and across from you, full of the familiar but not actual friends. Down the other end, especially on this side, they come and go. You wouldn’t know them if you tripped over them.
The ones you know by name – the nodders, the hellos, the little bits of family history divulged…if you’d had to write it on a scrap of paper and slide that into a time capsule way back when you arrived hers was not the name you’d have penned! She was not who you’d expect to go first! (Ok not technically first but those already gone, those four, were all old and infirm). First of us, our age group, inconceivable.
I spoke to her husband on the weekend. He’s not a nice man, I have to be honest, but I heard love, pain, such grief in his voice. I took the dead flowers away.
I don’t love summer anymore.
Summer brings out the inner city kids, and their silliness. Drunken voices on their way home from the pub, or just hanging out in the street, make my veins flow with fear.
I hear my son in every group. The difficult years rush back at me. The time before the silence.
When I was younger I lay in the sun and swam for days. Jasmine, fresh cut grass, suntan lotion – smells of summer smiles. By day the box of mangoes on the kitchen table never seemed to empty, and father at the bbq by the pool in the evening.
Summer’s not my season anymore. I keep my balcony doors closed, and increase the volume until the tv’s rhubarb is louder than…
who’s done this drive, who’s got some tips for me?
it may or may not happen. I’m starting to research.
it’s months off…but where should I stop on the way – to eat, to see, to stay…
would love to hear from locals; and from others who’ve done the trip :-)
ah the internet…my travel agent
how can such a tiny bird just fill the whole sky with joy. my heart bursts with smiles to share space with you. surrounded by happy air listening to you sing.
what a difference a day makes. ‘this too shall pass’
We went north last week where the days are warm – and the waves, and dolphins, are at the bottom of the garden. That’s no lie.
Six chairs of laughter around the groaning pizza table. Cousins on tour.
The town overflows with people – tourists; and the ferals down from the hills, wearing scent of whacky weed. All lured by the road to promise…
I heard Julia Gillard speak at the writers’ festival, and I met her afterwards. A minute of history with our first female Prime Minister.
Stop the wheel, I want to get off. This rat race feels so very wrong on return. There’s another world of wonder out there…
Last night I dragged myself out in the cold, out of my apathy and had the best time. Went where the wild things were…
Such is the magnetism of Walter Mason. He shared experience, and magic, with a room full of us for just over an hour. I came away with valuable writing, and travelling tips! And a big smile and lightness of being. It’s a tonic just being in his company – something I already knew and, as a community service, I’m sharing that knowledge with you ;-)
Walter is incredibly generous with his time – check his blog for information about talks, workshops, trips he leads…read his books! Many of his talks involve showcasing other authors and are freely given. He’s also an example of how to make the most of social media – again not just for himself.
I’ve been a huge fan since I first discovered Destination Saigon and I hope we cross paths again and again…
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