A cool day in late Spring. Seven days of soaking rain and the soil is dry at a spade deep. Slow work, spade by spade and sifting fingers. It’s a good way to work the land in Australia ..... gives odd looking spiders a chance to move away.
The garden is so lush with growth that ‘space for all’ is called for. I’ve separated and moved whole clumps of plants. While it may not be exactly the ‘right time’, I’ve never worried much about that. Lots of water usually overcomes the shock of dislocation.
Everything now looks slightly bewildered but quite pleased and the first of the tiger lilies blooms orange in delight.
Darling Harbour was great. Sparkling clear, boats on the harbour, city skyline across the way, sun, fun and sweat. Anticipation and trepidation walk hand in hand with me but neither is a constant companion which is actually a ‘good thing.’
Darling Harbour sounds ‘big’ and, in a way, it is. Nobody - apart from family and friends perhaps - is actually coming to see you perform. You’re as incidental as the seagulls. Nonetheless you have more potential than the activities of the birds to entertain and enjoy the moment.
Twenty minutes to play your part and the day is yours to enjoy with that slightly higher state of awareness which follows performance.
That ‘ticks a box’ for me and something in me doesn’t want to do this anymore. I’ll follow this prompting and see where it leads. It doesn’t feel like retreat and doesn’t feel like ‘giving up’. It feels like new direction.
The world financial cold winds reach Australia and it’s reflected in the hunger of my co-workers - who also work part time - to pick up any shifts available. My situation is precarious but always has been. Just as well that I’m good at a job that not many want or consider themselves able to do.
So I’m going quiet and this is a ‘cheerio’ for awhile.