The Mind Boggles!

PHOTO 1: see that tiny little rectangle with writing on it? Apparently its the foundation stone of the Dunn Memorial Church. One wonders at the expediency of locating a foundation stone half way up the building....more worrisome still are some of the words writ upon it (thanks to zoom technology)

PHOTO 2: "This memorial stone was laid by Mrs John Dunn"

And so the imagination rages......was the unfortunate Mrs John Dunn hoisted by tackle and pulley, swinging in the breeze and clutching mortar and trowel while gamely holding onto her flowery hat? Did she mutter imprecations under her breath, remonstrating with the Holy Angels regarding the injustices heaped upon the wife of the local philanthropist? Did the poor darling vow to closely examine her marriage contract and expunge any possibility of further indignities?

Truly, the mind boggles!

Found Word Poetry

Setting the scene: Poetry Forum gathering...members chatting, writing, collaborating...I decide to listen and record whatever I can of the delicious acoustics, words, phrases, exclamations, ruminations....

one hour and 4 pages later I have my raw data, my Found Words and the fun part now begins: shaping, collating, moulding, creating something out of nothing, literally out of thin air! From breath to speech to page to Poetry....found!

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Of the 9 resulting pieces, this is probably the most piquant!

Perfect Date

*****

If I wasn't so repressed

stoned and pissed

highbrow literate

anally retentive

sort of "done it all" player

and if you didn't know.....

it could just finish up all right!

*Dancing Madonnas*

"So what did you do this weekend?" innocent enough question posed by mildly curious offspring #3 but how to answer?

Should I ramble on about the garden, cooking, coffee with friends, or should I tell her the Truth?

That I spent Sunday in the company of priestesses, indeed that I led the gathering, that we danced, cast sacred circles, invoked the Beloved, channelled mana and power from the Source of All Things, bequeathed blessings upon each other and Mother Earth, broke bread together, renewed our sisterhood and replenished our creative wellsprings?

I decided that it was easier to ramble on about the garden, cooking and coffee with friends!

Sha-boom

You know what its like.....a line from some song gets stuck in your head and plays over and over and over. The one that's holding me in thrall presently is the Crew Cut's 1950's version of Sha-boom.

Doing dishes (sha-boom), feeding the cat (sha-boom), driving to work (sha-boom), right now while busily blogging....SHA-BOOM!

Woke up this morning, suddenly and inexplicably at 4.30, and there it was...sha-boom! as if someone (who obviously hates me and wants to make my life hell) yelled it into my left ear.

I suppose it could be worse. I could be waking up to "Wake me up before you go go" or "Girls just wanna have fun" or "It was an insy winsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini". Oh the horror!

Perhaps I could reprogram my compulsion.....Aussie 1960's band The Loved Ones should do it...Waking up to Gerry Humphreys' gravelly protestations of slightly stalkerish affections? Priceless!

~ Sophia Lovelies ~

Circle Dancing at Sophia last Wednesday, always a joy and pleasure! Our program included music from Spain, India, Greece and Africa, with a mix of energetic, meditative, traditional and contemporary dances.

Why "Sophia Lovelies?" Speaking with friends about the varied program at Sophia, I meant to say "the lovely Sophia ladies who dance with me" but my brain rearranged my words to come out as "the Sophia lovelies who dance with me."

So the Sophia Lovelies it is!

Yarnbombing!

Second gathering of would be Ybombers, busily knitting up the stash for our first gig at Hahndorf on the October long weekend.

Lots of chat, coffee, rocky road and planning....

" do we really need balaklavas?"

" how are we going to see what we're doing in the dark....to put up our stuff?"

" I've got a miner's head light..."

" and torches"

"and running shoes just in case"

" I have to run??"

Blogger's Block

I can't believe I have blogger's block!

Made at least a dozen attempts over the last few days but nothing I write seems worth saying, let alone posting up for all eternity in cyberspace!

It seems the Muse has left me and is holidaying in the Bahamas (not necessarily my first choice, I prefer more land and less ocean).

Hope she's enjoying her time off, as I expect full and utter devotion to my cause on her return.

In the meantime, here's a ditty to entertain and bewilder:

There once was a Muse called Maisie

who was uncommonly lazy

her lack of application

and procrastination

drove her hapless poor human crazy!

Mushroom

The epic journey of

Birth, Life and Death

all in one little corner of my garden.

Sylvia Plath was right

about mushrooms.....

"Soft fists insist on

Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,Even the paving.

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth."