Sitting on Porch – Let the Scene Write Itself

Sitting on porch, a concrete slab with tin roof for shade – I observe

Old woman wakes from afternoon sleep.  She arises and as hunger often arrives after sleep, she indulges in last night’s left overs of raw fish, greens and coconut cream

Puppies seek sanctuary underneath car to escape the relentless heat and humidity, whimpering and fretting for their mother who has found her own sanctuary somewhere else.

Rugged stray ginger cat, with ribs exposed from lack of nourishment roams property looking for morsels of food scraps thrown out the night before.

Dried coconuts stacked under breadfruit tree waiting to be husked and grated to make the next batch of coconut cream. Old coconut husks piled high next to them.

Today’s harvest of corn, yams, tomatoes, chives, pawpaw, limes and silver beet lay on formica kitchen table to be prepared into evening meal.

Rusted agitator washing machine struggles its way through washing cycle – power provided by cable passed through window to socket. Clothes line strung together between coconut trees, its linen day and floral sheets blow dry freely in the sea breeze.

Mismatched jandals line the porch to slide into for outside footwear.

Next door, old abandoned truck rusts quietly beside old house slowly decaying.

 

Sitting on porch – I listen

Muffled voices across the road – woman talking in native tongue.

Dishes being washed and dried in kitchen.

Constant thump of bass from neighbours sound system.

Car engine starts and car drives along sand and stone road.

Rooster crows continuously.

 

Sitting on porch

I slurp hot tea made from tea bag, water and powdered milk, watching ants invade the crusts of my white bread honey sandwich.

Still air, wind halted, gardenia fragrance potent – unlike yesterday when wind sneezed and coughed all day, followed by rain

Sleepy dog scratches, puppies now reunited with their mother grizzle at the disturbance

Birds sing.  Woman laughs.   Rooster crows.  Car passes by.  Sea breeze. The rustle of coconut frond.

So much beauty in simplicity

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Dear heart

Heart in Sand

Dear heart ♥

I would like to thank you for giving me life even when you were struggling to survive.

The last 8 months have been full of despair, grief, anger and fear.

These emotions not directed at you but more at me for not sensing your pain.

We have gone through so much together heart.

Our experience of open heart surgery has made me realise just how magnificent you are and how much you will endure to give me life.

I hope the new valves implanted will make your job easier so we can spend more time on planet earth sharing and enjoying the wonders of life, from a new perspective.

Keep well heart and may we flourish  together ♥

 

 

Abundance

Abundance

Gifts from the land

A trip to Niue Island revealed the generosity of people who knew of me by family name only.  Gifts of paw paw, bananas, coconuts, tomatoes, vanilla and cucumber placed in coconut frond basket and lovingly gifted. During my stay, I was never short of fresh fish and locally grown fruits and vegetables.  And everyday there was a gift a the door.

Abundance of love       Abundance of food       Abundance of thanks

Joy List

April 2016  was when my life changed.  Successful heart surgery, recovery, oodles of love, care and the gift of life.  Here is my JOY list

  1. Discovering toadstools /mushrooms on my daily walks
  2. Embracing the colours of life
  3. Listening to bird song every day
  4. Rejoicing friends
  5. Coffee, conversation and more coffee and conversation
  6. Mr T my beautiful moggie, who during my time of recovery held vigil for me, my constant companion – a sentinel for my health
  7. Ice cubes drowned in fizzy water with a slice of lime – delicious
  8. Anzac biscuits
  9. A song which ignites long forgotten memories,stirring up emotions.  Volume increased allowing the melody and lyrics to fill every gap and space in my mind
  10. The smell of freshly cut grass and the cacophony of cicada song on a summer’s day