Our Souls are often defined
as a unique spiritual body,
having its roots in eternity
carrying our thoughts,
activities, experiences
acquired over many
incarnations.
These memories, which,
permeate every cell of our
physical body, making us
a reflection of the
current state of our souls,
as it continues on its
never ending journey
to spiritual perfection.
Our Souls, so aware of the
experiences we need
to deal with, in each of its
lifetimes, it imbues our every
body cell with its mission
to enable us to
accomplish its destiny within us,
its current life.
Our physical self feels a state of
unease, at a deep, difficult to explain,
level, our soul is aware that we have
lost sight of our life plan
creating conflict, illness and loss of self.
Look within yourself,
where is your life heading,
are you at peace with your
own soul?
I don’t believe I have reached
this pinnacle in my life,
I have to keep on trying!
Von© 24th July 2004
Warblings
- Von
- Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
- Widowed 2009. Have the love of my family and close friends to buoy me when needed. Planning to re-join the work force this year. Hopefully my sister will be visiting from UK with her husband for a holiday - I love my family! Would love to re-visit Scotland some time soon.
May 30, 2009
May 21, 2009
Spike Milligan - again..
I must go down to the sea again
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
Eat your heart out John Masefield! :)
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
Eat your heart out John Masefield! :)
Peaceful thoughts
A beautiful aspect of Australia, calm, peaceful scene where one can sit, listen and watch nature doing her work.
May 20, 2009
Drought Broken in Queensland
The longest drought in Queensland has broken today with more than double the amount of monthly rain in one day.
Queensland weather is varied, sometimes unpredictable, heartbreaking at times, glorious, too hot, too wet but it's home :)
My only worry was the drainage system couldn’t take such a huge deluge without dragging leaves and litter so I had a very exciting time trying to remove same so that my house didn’t have water lapping at the steps. I had to call on help from my brother-in-law. We eventually beat it and the water was draining freely. There is more wet and windy weather yet to come.
Our Dams which have all been so far below recommended levels, sometime down to 16% capacity today are over 60% and the Premier of Queensland declared this afternoon that our drought was officially broken. Nevertheless, the price some people have had to pay has been terrible and seeing them on the news with tears running down their faces was very confronting.
Not only damaged houses, and one death so far but also children were cut off from their parents by low-lying areas turned into mini-dams, not allowing vehicles to travel the roads. Schools, in the main are closed on Thursday and a few kids are having to ‘sleep over’ with their teachers to keep the children safe. A huge concern for all parents being separated from their children.
However, back to my spoon drain! I’ve been checking on it regularly through the night as rain has been hammering down and everyone must be wondering what will happen over night and what we will wake up to in the morning.
It’s nearly midnight so we won’t have to wait for long.
Queensland weather is varied, sometimes unpredictable, heartbreaking at times, glorious, too hot, too wet but it's home :)
My only worry was the drainage system couldn’t take such a huge deluge without dragging leaves and litter so I had a very exciting time trying to remove same so that my house didn’t have water lapping at the steps. I had to call on help from my brother-in-law. We eventually beat it and the water was draining freely. There is more wet and windy weather yet to come.
Our Dams which have all been so far below recommended levels, sometime down to 16% capacity today are over 60% and the Premier of Queensland declared this afternoon that our drought was officially broken. Nevertheless, the price some people have had to pay has been terrible and seeing them on the news with tears running down their faces was very confronting.
Not only damaged houses, and one death so far but also children were cut off from their parents by low-lying areas turned into mini-dams, not allowing vehicles to travel the roads. Schools, in the main are closed on Thursday and a few kids are having to ‘sleep over’ with their teachers to keep the children safe. A huge concern for all parents being separated from their children.
However, back to my spoon drain! I’ve been checking on it regularly through the night as rain has been hammering down and everyone must be wondering what will happen over night and what we will wake up to in the morning.
It’s nearly midnight so we won’t have to wait for long.
sitting at his bedside
My Husband sleeps most of the day;
a brain tumour is stealing his life away,
His memory lives from our past years
and oft we wipe away our tears.
He’s in good care, I ‘feel’ it here,
the staff, reduce my stress and fears
I know when David’s life is spent,
they’ll understand when I cry and vent,
For the heartbreaking loss when David’s time,
belongs to him and no longer mine;
To share with him as we have for years,
no more, strong arms to allay my fears.
So many positives if I could but write,
in deepest shadow by our losing fight,
We take all we can from every day,
there seems so much for us still to say.
Our Son, we love, and memories,
and the grief of all our ‘yet to be’s.’
We erred when decisions were made to wait,
until ‘next year’ not knowing our fate
Cancer took rights from our hands,
for reasons we don’t understand.
We’ll say Goodbye in a very short time,
then all decisions will be mine,
One of these as David’s Wife
is to love him always til the end of my life
And when my time comes and he waits for me,
and once again, I then will see
His cheeky smile, his bright blue eyes,
together we’ll travel the bright blue skies.
~~~
For My Darling David 19th June 1950 ~ 6th March 2009
© Vonnie
February 2009
a brain tumour is stealing his life away,
His memory lives from our past years
and oft we wipe away our tears.
He’s in good care, I ‘feel’ it here,
the staff, reduce my stress and fears
I know when David’s life is spent,
they’ll understand when I cry and vent,
For the heartbreaking loss when David’s time,
belongs to him and no longer mine;
To share with him as we have for years,
no more, strong arms to allay my fears.
So many positives if I could but write,
in deepest shadow by our losing fight,
We take all we can from every day,
there seems so much for us still to say.
Our Son, we love, and memories,
and the grief of all our ‘yet to be’s.’
We erred when decisions were made to wait,
until ‘next year’ not knowing our fate
Cancer took rights from our hands,
for reasons we don’t understand.
We’ll say Goodbye in a very short time,
then all decisions will be mine,
One of these as David’s Wife
is to love him always til the end of my life
And when my time comes and he waits for me,
and once again, I then will see
His cheeky smile, his bright blue eyes,
together we’ll travel the bright blue skies.
~~~
For My Darling David 19th June 1950 ~ 6th March 2009
© Vonnie
February 2009
David
To My Husband
Between somewhere where you are
And somewhere where you're going
You will think of me
And know you have been truly loved
Von xxx
(author unknown)
Between somewhere where you are
And somewhere where you're going
You will think of me
And know you have been truly loved
Von xxx
(author unknown)
Spike Milligan
Summer Dawn
My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.
If only,
I didn't have flu.
My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.
If only,
I didn't have flu.
May 18, 2009
Life wasn't meant to be easy .....
“Life wasn’t meant to be easy, my child, but take courage: it can be delightful!”
George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw
Alice Guerin Crist
Afterglow
A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose
Staining with fire the cherry-snow
Lighting our hearts with sudden flame
As if the love of long ago
Back from its ashes came
Rose-flushed and radiant everything
And joy and hope are born anew;
Even the darting swallow's wing
Has caught its glowing hue
Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain…
Be wise dear heart and let me go;
Not love that lit our hearts again -
Only it's afterglow!
A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose
Staining with fire the cherry-snow
Lighting our hearts with sudden flame
As if the love of long ago
Back from its ashes came
Rose-flushed and radiant everything
And joy and hope are born anew;
Even the darting swallow's wing
Has caught its glowing hue
Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain…
Be wise dear heart and let me go;
Not love that lit our hearts again -
Only it's afterglow!
May 17, 2009
Prince of Orange Old and New
The tight buds of the new flower as it is about to flourish is truly beautiful
Taigu Ryokan
To My Teacher
An old grave hidden away at the foot of a deserted hill,
Overrun with rank weeds growing unchecked year after year;
There is no one left to tend the tomb,
And only an occasional woodcutter passes by.
Once I was his pupil, a youth with shaggy hair,
Learning deeply from him by the Narrow River.
One morning I set off on my solitary journey
And the years passed between us in silence.
Now I have returned to find him at rest here;
How can I honor his departed spirit?
I pour a dipper of pure water over his tombstone
And offer a silent prayer.
The sun suddenly disappears behind the hill
And I’m enveloped by the roar of the wind in the pines.
I try to pull myself away but cannot;
A flood of tears soaks my sleeves.
An old grave hidden away at the foot of a deserted hill,
Overrun with rank weeds growing unchecked year after year;
There is no one left to tend the tomb,
And only an occasional woodcutter passes by.
Once I was his pupil, a youth with shaggy hair,
Learning deeply from him by the Narrow River.
One morning I set off on my solitary journey
And the years passed between us in silence.
Now I have returned to find him at rest here;
How can I honor his departed spirit?
I pour a dipper of pure water over his tombstone
And offer a silent prayer.
The sun suddenly disappears behind the hill
And I’m enveloped by the roar of the wind in the pines.
I try to pull myself away but cannot;
A flood of tears soaks my sleeves.
Alice Guerin Crist
Himself
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
Himself - come home again.
His kind blue eyes were smilin’
Beneath his thatch of grey,
He laid his hand on my hand,
The ould sweetheartin’ way.
I pressed my cheek upon it,
Remembering bitterly
The times he faced his daily toil
Without one smile from me.
And yet, his meals were always good,
His clothes well kept and clean,
The neighbours, sure, will tell you,
The splendid wife I’ve been.
But in Life’s stress and struggle,
We somehow, grew apart,
You know these Irish mothers,
'Tis “the childer” has their heart.
And he grew grim, and close-lipped,
And harder, day by day,
Poor man - too tired for laughter,
Too worried to be gay.
But - how his care enclosed us,
For all he was so grim,
The very rafters of our home
Were cut and laid by him.
And I, that might have cheered him,
The bitter words I said,
Oh! God, that we remember,
Only when they are dead.
But now - my arms were round him,
The room seemed full of flowers,
And Youth came back and sunshine,
That glorious time was ours.
The firelight flamed and flickered,
The embers fell apart,
I woke to empty silence,
With sorrow at my heart.
The wild winds brought the morning,
The dawn was red and chill,
And Himself was lyin’ sleepin’
In the graveyard on the hill!
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
Himself - come home again.
His kind blue eyes were smilin’
Beneath his thatch of grey,
He laid his hand on my hand,
The ould sweetheartin’ way.
I pressed my cheek upon it,
Remembering bitterly
The times he faced his daily toil
Without one smile from me.
And yet, his meals were always good,
His clothes well kept and clean,
The neighbours, sure, will tell you,
The splendid wife I’ve been.
But in Life’s stress and struggle,
We somehow, grew apart,
You know these Irish mothers,
'Tis “the childer” has their heart.
And he grew grim, and close-lipped,
And harder, day by day,
Poor man - too tired for laughter,
Too worried to be gay.
But - how his care enclosed us,
For all he was so grim,
The very rafters of our home
Were cut and laid by him.
And I, that might have cheered him,
The bitter words I said,
Oh! God, that we remember,
Only when they are dead.
But now - my arms were round him,
The room seemed full of flowers,
And Youth came back and sunshine,
That glorious time was ours.
The firelight flamed and flickered,
The embers fell apart,
I woke to empty silence,
With sorrow at my heart.
The wild winds brought the morning,
The dawn was red and chill,
And Himself was lyin’ sleepin’
In the graveyard on the hill!
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
At the Twilight
At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.
At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.
May 15, 2009
Brisbane Broncos
Tonight I'm off to yet another game of NRL. Tonight it is the Brisbane Broncos (my team) against another Queensland team - Gold Coast Titans. I'm with 2 good friends so I will be in good company.
Home games, I've now discovered after the International last week, are a different type of game from a spectator's point of view. Even though supporters are 'barracking' for our own teams the 'atmosphere' of country pitted against country is missing. Last week all Aussies were united against Kiwi's - this week we are not. All part of the fun really.
The team members work so hard all week to get to their weekly match and to win for us and their team, it's exciting particularly when the score is so close and sometimes reaches fever-pitch and a nail-biting finish. Almost to the point when the winning supporters almost feel sorry for the losers - NOT!
I'm hoping our Broncos win their game tonight, as always. I'm wearing the colours, as are my friends Joyce and Averyl - Go Broncos! Go Broncos! There is a little dance that goes with this chant but you will have to take my word for it! :)
The image above belongs to Brisbane Broncos - it is their official Logo.
Update: Broncos did win the game BUT I wasn't there! After a heavily emotional day i just couldn't bring myself to face the crowds. C'est la vie`
May 11, 2009
Mothers Day Reflections
My fears and trepidation prior to Mothers day were put to rest early in the morning by my son, daughter in law and 2 dogs all jumping on the bed together to give me good wishes.
Breakfast was prepared for me all I had to do was eventually shower, change and go to lunch. I thoroughly enjoyed myself in the company of family and friends and a beautiful lunch.
My family had to leave about 15.30 hours and it was then I was home alone to reflect on the first of the ‘first anniversaries’ previously mentioned.
I did become emotional, only to be expected when remembering the same time last year when we knew absolutely nothing of what lay in store for us, such a wonderful innocent time that was.
I have yet to put into words our journey as a family from July 2008 onwards but it will come, then all the references made about ‘first anniversaries’ etc will then make sense to you dear reader.
I had a good day, I missed my husbands loving presence but I still count myself fortunate to have people who love me and who openly showed their love for me on Mothers Day.
Breakfast was prepared for me all I had to do was eventually shower, change and go to lunch. I thoroughly enjoyed myself in the company of family and friends and a beautiful lunch.
My family had to leave about 15.30 hours and it was then I was home alone to reflect on the first of the ‘first anniversaries’ previously mentioned.
I did become emotional, only to be expected when remembering the same time last year when we knew absolutely nothing of what lay in store for us, such a wonderful innocent time that was.
I have yet to put into words our journey as a family from July 2008 onwards but it will come, then all the references made about ‘first anniversaries’ etc will then make sense to you dear reader.
I had a good day, I missed my husbands loving presence but I still count myself fortunate to have people who love me and who openly showed their love for me on Mothers Day.
China Doll
This plant grew literally from a stick, I did something wrong with the original pot plant and a stick is all I had left. this is some years old but much better looked after now. :)
Hare's Foot Fern
The original plant was given to my as a gift in 1981. The new growth is the darker frond, a prolific grower in dappled shade with a need for good regular watering. This plant has lots of lovely memories for me personally.
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