Wednesday, October 31, 2012

What Is

The rain continues to fall but there's a sudden softness; a quietness to it. Almost apologetic, sad that it was seen to lose its temper.  Yet it's reluctant to make future promises, especially ones it cannot keep.  So for now we take what is, the here and now.  Tomorrow?  Well that's another day.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

I Feel It In My Bones

The sky, once blue, now finds itself draped in a cloak of grey.  Wind and rain shout obscenities through the window panes, unwilling to be ignored.
The chill of the air continues to envelope me long after I shut the door  on it.  Seeping its way down into my bones, holding in its gnarly hands the promise of something more.
Hoping that 'Sandy' passes us all by and that regular 'autumn' weather can resume again soon.  Stay safe everyone.

Friday, October 26, 2012

What's Your Secret?

We all carry some form of secret . . . a part of ourselves that we hold on to.  Something we keep locked away, hidden deep inside.
There will be people in our lives who hold the key to releasing them, yet for others their secrets may remain locked away forever.
Do you hold onto secrets?  Is there a special someone you're able to share your secrets with?  Do you trust others to keep them?

Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Ever get those days when it feels like your nerves are frayed?  Like they are on edge, as though someone is carelessley strumming them?  Today is one of those days.
It didn't help that I tossed and turned all night worrying about taking Ravyn in to be 'spayed', or that my husband had to get up at 4.30 am to catch a flight.  I guess that's why (despite being a good day) things have felt a little off kilter. 
What has you off kilter and why?
PS  Ravyn's surgery went well and I get to bring her home tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Another Decade Has Passed Me By

Today I turn 40.  These decade birthdays always seem to creep up on me in surprise . . . not in the good surprise kind of way but more the 'holy-cow-how-did-that-happen' way.  I'm trying to embrace this passing of time, to look past my flaws and how my body is aging.  To celebrate all that I've learnt and accomplished . . .  but it's not easy.

You know you're getting old when . . . . .

the grey hairs start multiplying
body parts start migrating south
10.00 pm is past your bedtime
it looks like children are on the road driving
you're no longer asked for id

you think originals are better than remakes
your medicine cabinet resembles a small pharmacy

fashion styles you wore decades ago come back around again
you develop a love of blankets and bed socks
. . . . and the list goes on.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Where Despair Resides

'Frustration' simmers under the surface, a permanent resident these days.  'Pressure', usually happy to simmer alongside decides today is not that day.  Working itself into a frenzy it froths and bubbles spilling over into a caustic puddle.
Sidestepping them 'Patience' holds out its arms, cradling her as it tries to soothe.  Relaxing into the embrace she begins to feel 'Patience' pulling away, running in circles around her before bolting towards the horizon.  Catching hold of an entrail she grips tight but feels 'Patience' grow taught in her hand . . . stretched to the point of breaking. 
'Irritable' and 'Cranky' are close by and launch themselves onto either shoulder for a better view.  Making themselves comfortable, settling in for the duration.  Cocking her ear she listens for the familiar 'twang', bracing herself for the jolt backwards as she realizes this sudden movement is the snapping point.  There lying at her feet she finds 'Patience' in pieces on the floor.
Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath and opens them again only to wish she'd kept them closed.  For in the distance is the 'Pit of Despair' with its strange allure.  Whispered promises swirl around her reminiscent of a sirens song.  They encourage her to draw closer, to dip her toes into the inky black hole.  But she's travelled this path before, she knows upon breaking the surface it will claw and tug at her clothing, pulling her under with the strength of quicksand.
She's heard of detours to avoid it but can she remember.  Wracking her brain she finds it lacking.  It's contents marred.  Shooting a flare into the night sky she hopes to draw 'Sleep's' attention for 'Sleep' has the power to help.  Trouble is its vision and hearing aren't quite what they used to be.  Will 'Sleep' see the flare?  Will it recognise it for what it is . . . a call for help?  She sits and waits as day turns to night and the trail of the flare becomes nothing more than a spec in the sky.

Seventh Heaven

Ravyn was in seventh heaven this weekend when my husband treated her to the t-bone from his steak (sorry all you vegetarians).

They do say that dogs are like their owners and she's definitely my husbands dog!!!