It’s Autumn here and the changing seasons bring their own creative tasks. As a gardener I enjoy the rhythm, the transplanting, pruning and planting. 

Now is the time to plant Polyanthus, a flower very childlike in its bright primary colours and one which blooms cheerfully in the occasional snows of winter. 

Shortly I’ll move some red current bushes to a sunnier spot and plant a crop of garlic in their place within the vegetable beds. 

The garden is inhabited by a tribe of slow growing Treeferns, a water feature encourages the birds and an ever changing display of bulbs and colour delight the eye. 

I continue to play guitar and although song writing has vanished for the last few years there’s always practice of ‘the blues boxes’ and the occasional play at the local pub. 

Got Skype recently. I don’t used social media and both phone and computer are ancient but it seemed a good idea to keep contact with grandkids. Tried to teach them ‘Salute to the sun’ with a small degree of success. It’s perhaps the greatest gift I could give them – it’s been a boon for me. 

I walk daily, bed early and up early for a three and a half km walk and this is usually followed later by a walk with a neighbour. It all helps. 

Although ‘retired’ after a few decades of disability work I do put in time with a neighbour’s bright but autistic son. Teaching him cleaning. 

Moved hosting service for my website recently and made the songs free because I can. 

Apart from that I follow my interests which range from ‘who dun wot to whom and why’ regarding 9/11 to UFO related material – a lifelong interest – to ancient history, other cultures to keeping a sense of wonder.

....and 'now' becomes 'later' depending upon point of view ...

‘Now’ becomes ‘then’ immediately or otherwise depending on the breadth in time of the ‘now’. In terms of working within the obvious dictates of the changing seasons, the garden gets an Autumn overhaul and what hasn’t worked in one spot gets moved to sunnier climes – this happens with some red currant bushes and leaves space to turn over and refresh that soil in preparation for planting a garden bed of garlic – I had to transplant many Dutch Irises for this whole procedure to work and this too required some thought. 

It’s very satisfying, creative work/play. 

Mid April and I’m a year off seventy, the three score years and ten allotted biblically. The human world is in shut down with the cascading effects you’d expect. Collectively and in social isolation we hold our breath and hope … for some sense of normal to return. 

Can’t see it happening. 

China is being stared at with questions asked. Rightly so yet the prevailing conditions make it relatively easy for governments everywhere to look at China’s use of facial recognition and social credit scores, all used to keep their population in line and quiescent, and those governments must be looking at this with something akin to a sense of envy. 

It’s sinister. I feel very fortunate to live in Australia yet authoritarian voices are raised and heard to a point where common sense is in danger of taking a backseat – police chasing a solitary woman along a beach deserted of all but the woman taking the exercise. 

5G is being rolled out at pace to keep informed and amused those locked to their devices. In 1859 we had the Carrington Event when a solar flare set telegraph wires alight disrupting society. If it happened now it would change everything regarding internet and much more. 

Can’t dwell on that. 

In the now that I inhabit I still play music, listen to remarkable voices via youtube, keep physical, take walks and drink beer. Probably doesn’t amount to much but it’s honest.



Now – and I’m far more creative in the garden than I am with music. 

 Now is mid Autumn here in Australia and the seasonal tasks which this time brings occupy my energy as I bed the garden down, blanket with mulch and everything’s ready for winter. 

Now – and I know how fortunate I am to be in this position when so much of the world is struggling to survive. 

Now – and the garden knows nothing of virus while the recent good rains sink in and the memory of high summer massive bushfires recedes. 

Now – and it’s important to be a good neighbour. Always was. 

Revisiting the works of Alan Wilson and Baram Blackett who opened my eyes to an early British history of which I was unaware. Sadly, they’ve been largely ignored however a book called ‘The holy kingdom’ by Adrian Gilbert written in conjunction with Alan and Baram is still available and there’s also youtube offerings. 

I used the information given in their writings when I went ‘home’ to the land of my fathers – Wales, fifty years after I left. It gave me an ancient road map to follow, a pilgrim’s way. 

Now – and I’ll keep a sense of wonder, a love of mystery, curiosity and a delight in ‘the far out and cosmic.’


Now turns into later turns into now ...........

‘Saving face’ – pretending that appearance is reality – brings its own problems, one of which is echoed in the story of the Emperor’s new clothes which, of course, were non-existent but no-one but a small child had the innocence or courage to mention the obvious, whereupon, in the story, the ‘spell’ was broken, the nakedness revealed. 

An unnamed Chinese official mentions the obvious in respect to the South China Sea and the conflicting interests of all the countries which border this body of water – they are small, we are big. 

It may not have been the exact words but the large/small aspect was ‘writ large’ in the message – ‘Might is right.’ It isn’t. That’s not to say it doesn’t work but it doesn’t make it right. 

The English Channel is not owned by Britain, The name describes location not ownership just as it does with the South China Sea. 

The spiritual sources of Chinese culture have much to say about Empire, the move to expansion and the dangers of neglecting the edges of the Empire and the legitimate interests of neighbouring countries. If they’re not dealt with in a fair manner the build up of resentment will manifest. Much better for the Empire to show some moral courage and place their interests below their smaller neighbours – a process which encourages trust and goodwill. 

I haven’t absorbed this from a British upbringing but from Chinese sources which have stood the test of time and whose principles apply equally to the running of a household, a garden or an Empire. 

The British Empire had a democracy of sorts at home but didn’t do likewise within its empire. The empire is gone, resentment remains. Same for the American Empire, teetering on the brink as its currency is devalued and its society hollowed out. 

There is no magic answer to what besets the world. Here it’s cold but the sun shines. All looks normal. I know it’s not. 

I’ve finished reading Velikovsky’s ‘Ages in Chaos’ which, unless you’re very familiar with both Hebrew and Egyptian histories which I’m not, is not an easy read. He makes the case for there being a six hundred year disparity with these histories and that, for the accounts to match, one of these accepted histories is wrong. 

Where his book ‘Worlds in Collision’ fired my imagination and changed my perception of the past, this work goes into such minute detail – as it must – that my eyes glaze over and I’m none the wiser as to Egyptian and Hebrew chronology except to recognise that history is a fabric much patched and perhaps unrecognisable to those who actually lived it. 

Thank God for music and the time and inclination to play, practice and develop.