c is for
countdown – my sister is having surgery tomorrow (she’ll be thin soon)
childless – granddaughter has moved out (I am deafened by quiet)
cats – I love them (give me more and call me a crazy cat lady, I won’t care)
cold – oh how wonderful is winter (cold nights under the doona watching football on tv)
suddenly all I can think of is food!
coffee, chocolate, caramel, coconut yoghurt, curry…mmm
and dream lifestyles
country – chooks, cattle, crops
coastal – creep up on me horizon (views to New Zealand)
coming down to earth and getting on with it – real life’s like this…
The doors are open, and you know there is safety on this deck while I’m here. In bone warming sun I’ll just look out to sea, breathing in your whispers as you all fly by.
Ra says I gift your blue to the ocean…you don’t need it. Splash your orange and red, and soar higher. Light up the sky for me, little rainbow ones.
Cockatoos choose when to share their hidden magic yellow. Take us under your wonderful wings.
Sing the tune the world expects to hear…and then fly this way. I will always keep your secrets (just ask Ra).
The family of three moved out yesterday. I’m an adult and I can cope with the spaces where their things were, the spaces where their words were.
I have advanced qualifications in silence – no problem there. It’s funny though, when there is physically nothing there is so much to clean. I have cleaning to do – dusty acres of timber floor, and dusty recesses of my mind. Clean up my act, make a life plan for one. I’m an adult, I already told you that right? So…I can do this. No white noise, let my thoughts assemble in an orderly fashion.