Friday, July 31, 2015


Blue moon. The moon. It's a Blue Moon today. Not blue in colour but the name is stuck and it comes around less frequently than my bad luck... Blue.... Moon... It's the second moon in the month!

It's just so beautiful. The great waters flow and do not stagnate while the moon looks down on the earth... Great silvery weight in the sky shall not fall, not to ground or at all but to cast your cool light on paths late at night... moon, friend when we travel and loved by the night walkers by your light we shall see.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Settling in

Still not much closer to reaching equilibrium but the dry season is always like that, too much happening, routines all messed up.

Thought I'd post a few more photos from the space I'm in until I'm able to write.

 A mate left town to start a new life in Alice Springs and needed to unload some of his hoarded treasures so I inherited among a few other things, a fantastic 1970s (or 80s) family tent! It has now become my new bike stable! I doubt it will survive a wet season but makes a cozy work space in the dry.

Since we moved in I've managed to semi-restore this old trike for the kids. I'm surprised how stable it is, they've had a great time riding it round our new, enormous back yard.

Trike, tent.... and the aged pooch.

Finally a quiet place to sit and work on my bikes!


We've also done some extensive planting, both in the garden and pots. It's so great to have space to grow things... food garden on it's way!

Monday, July 13, 2015

A new Home

Damnit! I missed a whole month (more) of blogging.
Too busy, working and moving and working and moving and working.... literally...

A week of logistical management, cooking, cleaning, driving, booking flights and all that... followed by a couple of weeks of trying to shift 17 years worth of life into another house, consoling wife and kids along the way.... followed by another week and a half of 15 hours or more per day of the same kind of logistical stuff I do for a living, followed by, what I thought would be a break but turned out to be a combination of helping a friend move house and sorting out logistical crap unexpectedly for work again... There were some ordinary moments in amongst it which I owed my family since I'd accrued a serious time debt...

And now here I am somewhere down the line in the middle of July and finally get a chance to sit at my computer and I'm so stuffed all I can post is a picture of a blue winged kookaburra on the clothes line of my new place... and the Double barred finch who's eggs he stole!

Thursday, May 07, 2015

In the yard

News came last month that we'll have to leave our home of 17 years.

As the reality begins to sink in I've been looking around the place and appreciating just how amazing our little part of the world is. In our tiny yard there is a multitude of life! I've probably mentioned it before but so many species, birds, lizards, insects plants... Many of the creatures have become accustomed to us and don't bother to run too far. Before the time comes for us to leave I'd like to document some of the creatures and plants we share our home with.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The fortress of all we know

Just now while I was supposed to be doing something related to work, I was thinking.
My back hurts and  just how difficult it can be to communicate honestly with folk. How averse people can be to honest discourse. So many pretenses to manage, reputation, status etc... beliefs to defend and whatnot. Not much room for old 'Dangle Bells and his fool talk.
As I cycled home last night desperate for something... anything... I came across these posters. 
Let it never be said the Big Guy doesn't have a sense of humor!

Miracle Healers

This week is turning out to be one of those crazy times, once again I've looked around for allies.... I ...test the water of their friendship with my toe and once again wonder how I managed to place myself on a barren street corner naked and without a decent shrub to hide behind (figuratively speaking)

With my mp3 player on random loop some inspiring songs call sense to me, then along comes Jed with his Bernie LaPante quote!  
"You remember when I said how I was gonna explain about life, buddy? Well the thing about life is, it gets weird. People are always talking ya about truth. Everybody always knows what the truth is, like it was toilet paper or somethin', and they got a supply in the closet. But what you learn, as you get older, is there ain't no truth. All there is is bullshit, pardon my vulgarity here. Layers of it. One layer of bullshit on top of another. And what you do in life like when you get older is, you pick the layer of bullshit that you prefer and that's your bullshit, so to speak."  - Bernie LaPante (Hero 1992)
 And I look around at it all, the people, the situations the current affairs of my fellow, fellows and ladies and squatters and lords and dogs and I wonder why? Why does it always come to this? Why am I always looking for proof that something, anything is actually TRUE?

And then Adyanshanti appears on the fb. and he says:

“I have found over the years of working with people, even people who have had very deep and profound awakenings, that most people have a fear of being truthful, of really being honest—not only with others, but with themselves as well. Of course, the core of this fear is that most people know intuitively that if they were actually totally truthful and totally sincere and honest, they would no longer be able to control anybody.
We can not control somebody with whom we have been truthful. We can only control people if we tell half-truths, if we shave down what is true. When we tell the total truth, our inside is suddenly on the outside. There’s nothing hidden anymore. For most human beings, being that exposed brings up incredible fear. Most people walk around thinking, “My god, if anybody could look inside of me, if anybody could see what is happening in there, what my fears are, what my doubts are, what my truths are, what I really perceive, they would be horrified.”
Most people are protecting themselves. They are holding a lot of things in. They are not living honest, truthful, and sincere lives, because if they were to do so, they would have no control. Of course, they don’t have control anyway, but they would have no illusion of control, either.”
~ Adyashanti

The last few words of Jed before I leave... "You know it's a sewer, and you want out!"
 And I remember it's kind of Zen and does anyone get that? and he said "Zen really grinds my nuts!"

I did have a chance meeting, a glimmer of hope, of something unusual...  A lost dog, a brief conversation... something interesting, something new.... goodbye. 

There are many things happening over this coming week, a rally against the closure of Aboriginal Communities, vigils to prevent the removal of children to Nauru... but tonight I pray for the people on death row in Indonesia.

Tomorrow the Indonesian Government intend to follow through with the execution of 9 prisoners, including Australian's Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran. God have mercy on their souls, and while he's at it save the West Papuans from their oppressors guns and the refugees from our, so called, protection and care!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

I felt a trembling

"...They built a prison and it tempered in the sun
It rose up off a plateau like a last tooth in a gum..."

  (The Drones - Locust)

This week grief, depression, hopelessness, rage, sadness crept through every crack and crevice of the barely adequate spiritual blockades I’d erected around my torn soul and aching heart. I touched the deepest craving for oblivion and silence and threw myself out with the bathwater and sludge of 10,000 opinions of the greedy selfish mob, I cast myself naked to the great Whatever…! I asked for death and embraced it’s blank empty promise… As I peddled to work I felt the weight of malice and my rage consumed me. Tears dripped from my cheeks and flowed back across my face while my legs persisted against my will to continue on my way to work, tears in my ears and bloodshot eyes I sang hurt songs for Wisdom at the top of my voice and my dry throat hurt… I met with the Christian son of man and God they call Jesus ‘Christ’…

Memento Mori… MEMENTO MORI!.... memento mori. Not some day! NOW!

Grace… peace...  

My despair burned into my skin left the mark of a Celtic Cross on my back. Give up grief. fight FIGHT!

 Yesterday I met a fella who cheered me up... The answer? Spread the love!

Why did I feel so low?

Today the life of a small child is in our hands, she is not the only one but she is real and we have heard her story.. Her tiny hopeful body is in our Prison her mind and soul already tortured and enslaved, she is damaged and condemned to be broken for our sake.

It’s just down the road, not far from here where others like her are kept behind razor wire in preparation to be sent back to an unbearable and intolerable fate on a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean! Nauru… HELL!

It’s not new children have been sent there for a couple of years now at the pleasure of the Australian Government. What makes this child different is that they can no longer say this child will come to no harm! (We have the Moss Review on Nauru) We know she will. This is no time to sit back and read about it in the news. NOW is the time to make the news, break the silence TURN THE TABLES!

(Updated 24/04/15)