We walked into Christmas in the slow way that days do when you’re waiting. By five pm on Christmas Eve I could see the drag on my son’s face. I thought this time thing, it needs a new bus driver. Two weeks of crawl and the long long night-light shadows creeping into the hall from … Continue reading Haibun Monday – Celebration
This wasn’t technically written on November 26th but I’m reposting it from November in 2019 as part of Fandango’s Friday Flashback.
In The Power of Imagination, I compared Eichmann to a cog in a clock, unaware of the bigger picture. This morning, when I re-read it, I thought about how it is not the clock that makes time pass. A clock is just a measuring device, like a tape measure or an odometer. All these human concepts. The birds have no clocks and yet they know when to do what. The nest-building, the partner-finding, the egg-hatching, the migrating. It all happens. All around them are clocks, I guess. Leaves falling, buds growing, sun-rises, rain falls, tides, moon phases.
Humans have our clocks and yet we seem to know so little. We know when we need to be at school or at work or how long it is since we ate. But we don’t know when or how to find the right partner, we don’t know how to prioritise raising kids…
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From where I stand, washing dishes in a rectangular plastic tub, I can see the roiling approach of buff-shouldered clouds – a bellicose sky. A shard of lightning rips a fierce line down the purple horizon and I flinch, searingly aware of my metal watch. I take off all my jewellery and put it in … Continue reading Camp in Finke River National Park
Written for Frank's Haibun Monday at dVerse - topic: Writer's Block Sometimes an idea flares in the brain – spontaneous combustion – and it’s big and bright and I bask in its wonderful glow. But when that’s used up, it’s easy to think that every idea will be like that – intense and consuming, shimmering … Continue reading Spark Blindness
In response to Jewish Young Professional's Anti Self Deprecation post I am going to try and write about five random things I think I am good at... without being self deprecating. That's the challenge. Spelling. I'm not a spelling wiz like those kids on that Netflix documentary who can spell words they've never heard or … Continue reading 5 Things
August follows from a grey and fearful July – the closed hatch of cities in lock-down. Concrete and buildings hunkered under shifty, flannelette skies. The grime of recycled messages from haggard, mesh-faced leaders. Closed front doors, a stultifying blank. Resentment breeds as fast as the virus itself. Different areas, different rules. Anger like pavement cracks … Continue reading August – Haibun Monday
In the morning, after shutting the gate (to keep the chooks in), I turned around to see a handsome king parrot land in a shaft of weak eastern sunlight on one of the bare boughs of our pear tree. He chirruped softly and I chirruped back. He cocked a curious head down at me. I … Continue reading Photo Phrustration
So I want to write about Tesla. I will not feed you lots of facts because I'm afraid my brain just isn't that good at retaining facts. But I will try and be logical. First of all... we bought a Tesla Model 3 in October 2019 - just before life in general turned into a … Continue reading Tesla
I wanted to actually send this letter but I can't find an address to send it to. So I have changed nearly all the critical details and am posting it here as a balm to my own feelings. It's sort of a work of fiction, given how much I have changed. But the feelings are … Continue reading The Worlds We Revisit
This afternoon we went for a little loop walk in Tidbinbilla - a nearby National Park. The walk we chose was the Lyrebird Trail with a bit of Cascade Trail thrown in for good measure - perhaps as much as 4kms in all. As we stepped out of the car to begin our walk, a … Continue reading Tidbinbilla