The wind.


When I was a little girl growing up in Africa I would sometimes on windy days, stand in the vegetable garden at the back of my grandparents property with my arms outstretched towards the sky and command in my most awesomely powerful voice- “I command you….the wind….to blow!” And of course, given a few seconds a nice gust of wind would blow up, the leaves in the tree’s would whisper and shimmy and I would close my eyes and feel the magic course through my veins, for I was “the most mystical one” who ruled the forces of nature.
I could do anything then because I had the power.

Thirty six years later as I walk down the street late at night after a forty degree day, and feel the bliss of a southerly change…Feel the cool air on my skin, ruffling my hair, hear the shusshing of the leaves and experience the palpable energy in the air…The magical energy…
I am once more filled with a similar feeling and a sudden realisation.

I can do anything…because I have the power.

The perfect night.


If someone had asked her “Do you believe in magic?” she would not have hesitated to say “Yes, I do.”- but not necessarily THEIR magic.
Not the magic of wands and fairies, elves and goblins. Not red silk scarves and doves pulled from a hat.

She knew, had always known, from the age of six or seven that there is magic out there.
It exists in the whispers of the leaves in tree’s, in the caress of the wind, in the seductive dance of the ocean. It floats high in the clouds, shimmers on a blue moonlit night and throbs in the pungent earth deep in a dappled forest.

Not everybody knew or understood her kind of magic.
She suspected that only a few could perceive it let alone draw it in. Connect to it like some unseen umbilicus and feed from it.
But she did.

It was the perfect night.
To walk.
The hint of jasmine floated on a cool breeze.
A dark velvet night. Tiny slither of silver moon.
The tinkling of wind chimes and the silhouette of a cat illuminated from the second floor of an open bedroom window.
The hunger stirred.

The magic thrummed.
She felt it not with her skin, saw it not with her eyes. It had no recognizable scent or taste, of its own and made no sound, but she heard, saw, felt, smelled and tasted it, perhaps with her soul or wherever that special place is that those who can – do.

It made her stop.
There in front of the trees.
The darkness between the trees called to her eyes.
All at once there was fear and wonder as the shadows began to shift between the ghostly trunks.
The tangle of bushes and branches hiding, disguising, yet teasingly revealing tantalising glimpses of those who dwell within the shadowed world of nights such as these.
A tumble of emotions, joy elation ,fear, intrigue and wonder.
She felt hunger, and relief, together.
The inexplicable exchange.
It breathed and she inhaled.

It was….the perfect night.

Hot sweaty flash of misery.


I don’t understand how women going through perimenopause and those who are menopausal, yet still in the throes of this God awful thing are not beating their doctors over the head with a blunt instrument.
Honestly, how women going through the “change” are not locked up in an insane asylum or in jail , I don’t know, because I for one right now feel like I have entered hell.

For the past two weeks I have been experiencing constant hot flushes and night sweats and it is driving me to absolute distraction! I don’t know whether I’m just a wuss or that other women are just silent martyrs but this SUCKS and I am not ashamed to bitch and moan about it.

Bloody men! They have it SO damn good!

Maybe this is what the”secret womens business” of the Aboriginal people is all about? They get together and bitch,moan,weep and sweat together?

Each night I go to bed, dressed as lightly as possible, no matter the temperature and all night long I am stripping everything off, turning the fan on, getting up and getting a big drink because for some reason for me these hot flushes come with an insatiable thirst…Then I doze, until I feel freezing cold, so on go the covers and I curl up in a ball….doze….and then I’m freaking stinking hot and sweating and throwing everything off and THIRSTY again….repeat the same except this time my bladder wakes me up. Jesus Christ! How exasperating and exhausting!

We are due to go on a cruise next week – to the South Pacific islands again, and I am dreading it.
Already I am rearranging furniture in the cabin in my mind because there is no WAY I can sleep in the same bed as hubby (We sleep separately at home now) because as well as all his snoring, farting, chewing, talking, stealing the covers etc…he radiates this insanely hot body heat which WILL make me spontaneously combust when combined with my own.

I’m even contemplating taking a little spray bottle to douse myself in during the night seeing as there won’t be the luxury of a ceiling fan with remote. (Oh how I will miss THAT!) (If he snores too loudly too I’ll just give him a good squirt!)

I considered smuggling on my own fan to put on the bedside table, but I doubt they would allow me to bring it onboard. :(
Seriously guys, I am desperate.
We will be having a cabin with doors that can open apparently but you can’t actually go out on the balcony…or maybe you can but it’s tiny and the lifeboats are right there. That’s ok, I don’t give a toss about the view… I just want good clean COLD air!
Geez…if hubby’s snoring gets to me and if I get hot and desperate enough I’ll climb into the damn lifeboat for the night!
Sneak up to the top deck and sleep in the pool? Maybe I’ll bring my own pool noodle so I don’t drown.

Even as I type the heat radiating from my laptop is causing another hot sweaty flash of misery.
Drinking a cup of tea makes me break out in a sweat!
Hot spicy food….alcohol….it all makes me BURN baby BURN!
This is INSANITY!!!!!

I do have a suspicion though that it is not only perimenopause but I feel slightly hyperthyroid too.
Oh this is lovely….going through the change as well as having a misbehaving thyroid!

Have I moaned enough?

Another chapter… “Ugly desks and old mirrors.”


I’ve often wondered what it must be like for other people who have lived in the same house for years and years, perhaps their whole life, to be able to remember things/events, experiences because for me, having moved house countless times my memories are jogged by where I was living at the time and they are all like mini chapters of my life.
I think the longest I/we have ever lived in one house is nine years and that was a miracle (cheap rent helped too.)

I actually like moving house. It is an opportunity for a thorough cleansing. Out with the old….(The new always comes again in the next place I settle my wings.)
I must admit, I am not very connected to “stuff”. Not sentimental at all really. I have a lot of it, and of course there are some things that are particularly special to me but I can easily part with “stuff”. (Unlike my husband!)

I love finding a new house… Exploring it, getting used to the new light and atmosphere, smells and sounds that houses inevitably have. Feeling some of the residual “energy” left behind…
This PARTICULAR house, well, it has brought more than it’s fair share of “interesting” experiences and although at times I’ve been scared silly, it’s also been a lovely place to live…BUT…. It seems now it is time to leave. Farewell my ghosty friends!


Wow, I think I started this blog when we moved in here, so it’s been two years.
To be honest for a short time now I have been feeling the anticipatory urge that precedes a move. Now it is inevitable.
We have to be out by January. But AGGGHHHHHHH! We have this major overseas trip to the UK booked now. What sucky timing.
Never mind. What will be will be.

So right now I am like a woman possessed! A massive clearing out is happening in my house and since my hubby is away overseas…well, it’s a MARVELOUS time to be getting rid of things he will never know I have gotten rid of! HA!

I got rid of his desk today.
I advertised it on gumtree saying “Massive ugly desk with matching ugly chair – FREE!” It had about 450 views before someone finally plucked up the courage to come get it.
Honestly, it WAS ugly.
A dingy rosewood colour, with a glass top (I hate glass tops) – ENORMOUS in all it’s hideousness and it had a slight bend in it at one end like it was like a desk that couldn’t make up its mind whether or not it wanted to be a corner desk or not.
ODD and ugly.
My husband always buys HUGE things. Big cars, big salt and pepper shakers, big desks….

Anyway so these people came to pick it up tonight after stuffing me round for a few days.
Absolute BOGANS, but nice people all the same.
If you don’t know what a bogan is…think tattoo’s, singlet tops, “rough as guts” kind of demeanor and often sporting a mullet haircut.

I tell you what, getting this damn desk out of here was an experience. I’ve never worked up such a sweat. (I TOLD them to bring TWO very strong men!) but no…there was mama bogan and son bogan, so of course I had to help.

I don’t know HOW my husband got this desk inside this house because it’s full of twists and bends – the house , not the desk. Somehow he always manages to solve the puzzle of how to get large objects to fit through doorways and hallways. All from his experience loading trucks when he worked in the music industry I guess.
I just wanted to take a damn axe to this stupid desk in the end!

Finally we managed it… The people were happy. I was happy…the house feels much BIGGER without the desk.
Free and deskless. Wonderful!

Oh, and don’t worry…hubby was aware that I was getting rid of it. I couldn’t hide THAT from him. It would be rather obvious that something more than half the size of the room was “missing”.
He is dealing with the loss as well as can be expected.

Before I go, I have to tell you something exciting.

Last year (I think it was) I found an old antique looking mirror on the side of the road during a curbside collection.
It’s rather “deceased estate” looking. Quite ornate but rather unattractive I think, but something about it whispered to me to take it home.
I did have plans of turning it into something shabby chic. Painting the ugly glass flowers and trim white, which is broken in places…
I did google to see what sort of mirror it might be, just in case it WAS of any value, and came across some references to “Venetian mirrors” but I thought nah…no one would throw something of that sort of value away?

Well…it turns out that this IS an Antique Venetian mirror! I sent a picture to an antique dealer today and they said YES….it is!

Wow! I googled and saw some that are worth like eight or ten thousand good nick of course.
This wont be anywhere near that price because it needs restoring, but still… might just bring in a few much needed extra dollars!

This is what it looks like. Kind of “Mirror mirror on the wall” – ish.
Old mirror

We will see :)

Abstract photography and some MOST exciting news!!!


First of all….I tried experimenting today creating some abstract art photography using alcohol inks/oil and water and a leaf…
Messy process and just as well I chose to work outside in the natural light as I got ink all over my fingers!
These were my two favourites….Colourful YES!

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Now….for my most exciting news!

Looks like my dream is coming true because although we have talked about it a lot it seems now that now it is going to happen!
At the end of next February Richard and I are going to be going on a most amazing holiday to England and Ireland! Whooo!!!

I can’t WAIT. Oh the photographic opportunity! The charm and character, quaintness…CASTLES! Cobbled streets and breathtaking scenery…winding roads and rugged cliffs and….OH! Can you tell I am just SOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited???

I can’t believe it but his work has allowed him to take one whole month off! They weren’t happy about it but agreed as long as he is “available one day a week while away to take calls.” We can deal with that. They are just SO bloody mean when it comes to allowing him to take extended holidays. Anyway, I won’t complain because I’m just over the moon that we will be going!
Richard has more or less told me….”Start looking YOU choose where we will go.”
I’m overwhelmed…don’t know WHERE to start!

I am SO SO lucky to have this opportunity!
So lucky to have such a generous husband who enjoys this sort of travel as much as I do. :)

The nest.


Managed to get up enough energy today to create this still-life photograph.

Shai’s Cockatiels keep laying infertile eggs.
She has three birds, two females and one male.
Jasper – the male is desperately in love with Freckles, who urges him to constantly groom her head but refuses to groom him back and will absolutely not let him go anywhere near her as far as ‘nookie” is concerned but seems to enjoy all of his frantic attempts to court her by singing many varied LOUD tunes and spreading his wings very wide as if to say “Look what a fine stud of a specimen I am and I can give you lots of equally fine offspring!”
It is all in vain though because she only wants her head scratched, on demand.

Then there is Piper who is also female and is the cheeky impish one who has her eye on Jasper but also seems quite fond of Freckles, so she may swing both ways…who knows.

Anyway, so both females combined laid about seventeen eggs, which is ridiculous. (should have seen them trying to sit on them all) and we had to leave them in there for a while for fear of them getting anxious if we took them, causing them to lay more….which is not good for their health.

Finally it was time to take them away, so instead of throwing them away….or making a small omelette…I decided to do something artsy fartsy with a few of them.
I made a nest out of nesty looking stuff and then photographed it on an old rusty tray and came up with this picture.
Mind you I had to stand on a chair, holding a torch to light the eggs, while holding the camera and also positioning a small desk lamp which at one point I held between my knees! Not quite as sharp as I’d have liked but it will do!
Oh the things you do to get a photo!

So…here it is.

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Hi, I’m alive! (Some photographs of my meanderings…)


Hi….I am not dead but I AM sick in bed with what feels like the start of a cold or flu…so I thought this a suitable time to find my way back here and post something.
I think I’ll post some pictures since that has been my recent activity worthy of any mention.

I took THIS picture today in fact because I was so bored and needed to do something other than feel sorry for myself.

I think snails can be quite beautiful and they make good subjects although I must admit some are a bit camera shy and others are a bit comatose.

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Not so long ago hubby and I went on a weekend away because he has so much work travel coming up and we needed some alone time. Unfortunately he became really sick with this cold or flu thing…..hence why I am now sick. But I did get some photo’s anyway even though he was dying in the car.

This is Lithgow Blast furnace. One of my favourite ruins to photograph. There are not many ruins to take pictures of these days.

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We went for a meander up through Jenolan caves very early one morning and I was stunned to come across this beautiful blue pool – made so by the limestone. So magical and enchanting!

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As I squatted down to take pictures I was unaware that right next to me was a duck who looked at me with one eye as if to say “Get on with it then! I’m not bloody moving at this hour of the morning!”

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Then we went on to explore Oberon and its surrounds. Lots of pine plantations there and we struck fog even though by then it was later in the morning. I LOVE fog and these pictures were particularly apocalyptic taken in an area that had been logged. Quite sad really because we saw dozens of dead wombats on the side of the road. Forced out? Hit by logging trucks?

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If you look close you’ll see a goat in this one.

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More gloomy fog on the dirt road as we made our way to Kanangra walls- a lookout.

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Then we found the look out. These types of places don’t do much for me personally. Seen one wall of rock, seen ‘em all. If there had of been some fog THERE or a big eagle soaring across the sky it would have piqued my interest but as it was all I had to work with was my hubby standing FAR to close to the edge for my liking!

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On the way back I took a few pics of the lovely moss. I like moss as much as I like fog but it does start to get a bit “green” after a while.

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And before you become queasy with all the green I’ll leave you with this little splash of colour in the pine forest. I love fungi too….

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