I'd spent all day cooped up on a train from Sydney to Coffs, 9 hours! so on Saturday I was itching to get out there and move.
But
it was one of those days when the best paid plans go astray and expectations trip you up.
I'd already spent the morning writing, so with a sinking feeling, I got out of my pj's and got ready.
When they wheeled her in, it was obvious she was living her last days.
She was barely talking, but she did recognize Mischieva, and we spoke to her for a while, I could see that Mischieva was shaken, but tried to carry on a normal conversation...it got too much for her, and she said goodbye.
When I said goodbye, she kept looking at me with this silent plea, something unspoken yet so palpable,
I looked into her eyes and gave her an opening into my heart.
When I kissed her goodbye, I tasted a tear running down her frail cheek.
What a gift, this penultimate reality check, one day that will be me.
So anyway, back to NOW, this Sat. Walk became a Sun. Walk, and I set off with pent-up enthusiasm.
But
it was one of those days when the best paid plans go astray and expectations trip you up.
Mischieva has an old friend here, who is now in a nursing home, she arranged the friend's son to take her there for a visit - gradually it dawned on me that she wanted me to go too, I have only met this lady a few times, many years ago, but Mischieva was determined and since I'm her guest, I couldn't really refuse, being rude wasn't an option.
I'd already spent the morning writing, so with a sinking feeling, I got out of my pj's and got ready.
When they wheeled her in, it was obvious she was living her last days.
She was barely talking, but she did recognize Mischieva, and we spoke to her for a while, I could see that Mischieva was shaken, but tried to carry on a normal conversation...it got too much for her, and she said goodbye.
When I said goodbye, she kept looking at me with this silent plea, something unspoken yet so palpable,
I looked into her eyes and gave her an opening into my heart.
When I kissed her goodbye, I tasted a tear running down her frail cheek.
What a gift, this penultimate reality check, one day that will be me.
So anyway, back to NOW, this Sat. Walk became a Sun. Walk, and I set off with pent-up enthusiasm.
I decided to try and find my way through suburbia to a path I know runs through the mangrove swamp in the middle of the town, since it was cold and windy along the coast.
After some nice walking through some nice bushland and some not so nice walking on some suburban streets, I came to a dead-end with a little brook running through it
the suburban influence was clearly visible
weeds give their touch of beauty in such a survivalist way,
uncared for, having to fight for their piece of the Sun,
here they have a tropical profusion
the bushland is similar to the southern coast in some places
+ tropical surprises
but is it art?
this is closer...
this is it!
tired of the 'burbs now, I beat a hasty retreat towards a beer somewhere
from memory, down at the yacht harbour there is a bar...
so I head off in that direction, along the coast despite the wind, brave flowers braving it like me
and cheering me on towards my beer
there is this scrub bird that hangs around, I kept chasing him slowly but he is shy
the main path way has all these enticing paths to the beach
looking right
looking
left
south and north
the Pacific Ocean
so different in its soft balminess to the Southern Ocean
but just as cold today
the bridge to beer ;)
but is it art?
at the jetty beach, I salute my kindred spirits
classic surf shop!
and - then - my refuge!
where I sink into an armchair, sip my beer, eat squid and by luck,
happen to arrive just as a jazz group commence a Sunday sesh
'twas perfect
the girl singer had the sweetest jazz voice I've heard,
this song stayed in my mind for the rest of the day
.
.
.
back home seems like looonngg way when I leave
back to the burban streets
grey, but not without their flowers
and
the piece de resistance
Sandy Arizona
peaches and cream
(though I don't normally like little poodly-woo fluffy cutesey doggies
of course!
;)
XX KK
1 comment:
Love the bit about Mischieva's friend- touched me again. A lot different walk to the others-liked the appearance of the scub turky- weird animals.
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