Gosh, I have just realised it has been a while since I posted … so much has been happening. My new business site blog has been opened up.I am having some teething problems but we are getting there. Please pop on over and check it out. This site will continue as I am rather attached to it now…
Today the challenge is using the same prompt, “Today I notice ……” and to begin each sentence with those words to discover how my thoughts may be drawn to one thought or another. The trick being to let the words fall where they will without guidance. I guess a little like automatic writing and see what surfaces. So here goes ……
Day 2 of the challenge…………………Today I notice that I have started writing later than yesterday because the weather is cooler this morning and I slept in. Today I notice that it is much easier to stay abed when it is cold than it is when it is hot and muggy. Today I notice that as I sit and write the sun is coming out, it has been raining and the drops of rain lie nestled in the grass glittering like a million tiny rainbow bubbles. Today I notice that although the sun is shining, as yet there is no warmth and the breeze flows across the wooden slats of my blinds and raises goosebumps on my arms.
Today I notice that the breeze is light and barely there like the memory of a lover’s kiss upon the nape of the neck, slight and sweet and treasured. Today I notice that when I sit to write the writing is not as strained as yesterday. Today I notice the absence of sound, the bird calls are quietened and the prayer flags move less eloquently in the breeze. Today I notice one bird call only as any overlay against the traffic noise.he birds calls. Today I notice the single call Ta whee who, the trill is like the melancholy call of a lover and then the brash pee wee’s strident taweet taweet,cuts across the lover’s cry.
Today I notice that the birds are not as varied or as numerous as they were when first we moved here eight years ago. Today I notice and mourn the passing of the rural peace that we enjoyed when we first came to this place. Today I notice that the sky remains clear and the air is sweet and breathable and far removed from the petrol-laden fumes of the big cities.
Today I notice this cleanliness then causes my thoughts to turn to the area 300kms to the north where the air should be as crisp and clean but is fouled from fracking. Today I notice that as my thoughts turn to the desecration of the great Condamine river and the rape of our country by mindless and faceless mining companies that my heart rate has quickened. Today I notice that I not longer experience the peaceful solitude of writing my thoughts, but instead a heightened sense of anger. Today I notice that my mouth has become dry, my shoulders have tensed my neck has become more rigid and fixed in position. Today I noticed that my pulse rate has increased and my hearing is more acute and my fingers move faster on the keyboard as my anger builds. Today I notice that as I write my heart is pounding and my stomach is churning as I think of the methane fires upon the Condamine’s surface and of the unnatural lights and smells that assault the town of Chinchilla.
Today I notice I am reminded of parables and bible stories where people have sold themselves and their land for the equivalent of thirty pieces of silver with no understanding of what it meant to engage in the idolatry of the 21st Century.
Today I notice and understand their plight and send my prayers skyward from the prayer flags to the heavens that these mining monsters will one day be banished from our lands.
The photo is from The Brisbane Times and shows Dayne Pratzky lights methane from the Condamine River.
Yesterday I commenced a 10-day online writing challenge and this is is my first entry . The challenge is to write for 10 minutes every day using the prompt “Today I noticed …..”
DAY 1 —– Today I noticed that the air is crisp and cold. This is so different from previous days as the weather as been so hot and steamy. This is is shaping up to be a different winter. Last night I could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. I said it was crisp and cold, but what do I mean by that? I can feel the breeze on my right arm as it passes over the wooden slats of the blinds and I can feel the coolness of it on my skin. There is a hint of rain in the air as the breeze ebbs and flows. I look out my window and the prayer flags and moving in the wind. I notice that they are faded and ragged and that this surely represents the impermanence of life. A car has turned the corner by the house and the sound of its tires shushing on the road makes me wonder if it has rained during the night. But I am too lazy to get up and check The truck across the road is pulling out of the driveway across the road is pulling out of the driveway and it makes a sound like the roar of a balloon gondolier.
I can hear the birds, there are pigeons whoo whooing, and the long, leggy sharped beaked, brown and white plovers, making their mournful call. I can hear at least four other birds and then it is quieter with just the pigeons. The breeze picks up and the blinds rattle against the frames and the chimes are moving sounding like the temple bells in Nepal.
And all at once I am back there in the Windhorse hotel laughing and joking with my holiday companions and I am back twenty years in time It seems like yesterday and I can’t believe how long it has been and how so many years have passed. It was the great adventure of my life and it is easy to recall the memories of that trip and the flight over the Himalayas. I especially remember looking out the window and seeing these clouds and think what and incredible cloud formation and the realising that I was looking at Mount Everest. It nearly blew my mind away on so many levels.
And now the sounds of the here and now intrude and force their way back into my reality . The sounds of trucks in the distance on Peachester Road and then another car down the road and up Pine Camp Road. It is so different to when we first bought our house here eight years ago. The chimes are singing in the wind again and now I feel the breeze on my face. My eyes slide to the clock on the computer I have been writing for ten minutes and don’t want to stop but I have to as this morning we have to be in Kiawana by 9.00 to meet the GP to find out the results of Bernie’s tests. I haven’t looked at what I have written as I am sure it is covered in red lines as I am just allowing the words flow and I am not the best typist in the world. Bernie’s razor is humming in the background and so I will close until tomorrow.
It is my time to move on and create my own shadow on the landscape. The magnetic impulses that draw me closer to my destination grow stronger and stronger. The channel I gouge into the parched earth throughout my journey will, in the future become an important river. Now I leave the shadows and shelter of my family and move with inexorable slowness across the desolate wilderness. I will grow through the eons into a great mountain. This is my destiny.