LIGHT Dark of Night becomes blind as light of the Sun pokes over the horizon at Dawn. High Summer over a blanched desert landscape, light is not welcome, its intensity heralding another day of unremitting baking. The traveler's eyes and soul wince as one to this glare of pure white backed by the stark blue … Continue reading LIGHT and DARK
Belief comes at any time. Sunny, early Saturday afternoon cricket. It comes now in the belief that I will take this catch that the batsman hit my way. No doubt, just dread set certainty, (dread for the batsman that is) that he knows of my firm belief. He finishes looking up from the shot to … Continue reading BELIEF
Mizzle: Rain but not. The random spits that last 15 minutes with the promise of so much more, but becomes nothing as if God had put a muzzle to the mizzle! Drizzle: most dreaded, especially in colder climates. Almost not felt on face, but brush the hair or outer layer of clothing and a slick … Continue reading RAIN
Traffic light in far distance yet again cycles though Red Green Orange Red. Movement? Not even a millimetre. 10 minutes sitting in a left hand turning lane at least 100 metres from the intersection. Never before in the last nine months at the new place have I experienced such delays getting home from the supermarket … Continue reading Waiting
(Illustration by Maggie Chiang) It was not supposed to be here. Somewhere else had always been the intention of this loose rapid mind. It could have stayed locked and frozen in the time-vault of gone thoughts and memories. But no, it seeps back to the conscious to manifest again. It manipulates and empties the mind … Continue reading It.
ASHRAM Part 2 SOMETHING FOUND So much style and flow! Always seem to have the Butt stuck out! Not too sure about the colour choices though! The writer celebrating his 50th birthday with a fun surf at "Toms" in Perth. (Photo: Les Round) Moving to Perth in Western Australia, being no more than 5-10 minutes … Continue reading A SPORTING CHANCE 4
ASHRAM Some people say it is not the destination that counts, but the Journey itself. In this case I respectfully disagree. Car park view at the end of a long and winding dirt road of an uncrowded (2 people out) Southern Tasmanian surf spot on Bruny Island. Sitting out the back of the wave, looking … Continue reading A Sporting Chance 4