Today never the same as yesterday

Photo by me At Mossman Gorge

The heat wave came and went
clothes were peeled like orange skins
rain today broke the crispness
soaked the roots of those that withered
a quieter frame of mind than yesterday
watched the water fall over gutters
standing on the deck of wood
looking at birds open beaks
in happiness and they too are quieter
taking in a new day that is
warm and soaked

The rain continues outside my
windows, hitting the asphalt darker grey
quiet moments of listening to what surrounds me
no music played, no TV watched just me alone
pensively contemplating this new day

Copyright JMTacken 9.1.2015

My day for those who are bored

Last night I did not write  (I know how very dare I) but there was a reason, for yesterday early evening, I lifted the dog we are minding – a dashund that’s a tad heavy without bending at the knees please! The result… spasms in my mid back up to my shoulder blades.

Today was horse riding day with a girlfriend, so last night I was lying down & stretching to get said back right and bed by 9.

Woke up this morning and felt a slight twinge, but no pain, so it was onward & upward. Now in Australia we are in Summer, someone did NOT tell the weather gods that though.

We arrived at the ‘ranch’ and it started drizzling – decked ourselves out in helmets (extremely attractive) and drizabones (what are they you ask?)

These are them 

oil skin ankle length coats, that are rainproof and warm! (Think Man from Snowy River) We looked a treat.

On we went, rained continuing but not too heavy, the path slushy and muddy and puddles, beneath their feet, well trained and accustomed to the track, single file, head to bum all the way. We had the occasional trot, which my back coped with and first stop a Winery — YAY! Now I use to ride quite a bit in my younger years, the last time was 2 years ago. Because I was trying to be careful of my back when I dismounted, I didn’t judge the distance to the ground right, and yep straight out of the cowboy movies, yours truly landed fair square on her coccyx! Looking up at the tree tops in embarrassment!

More ginger stretches before going into the winery to sample 11 different wines from the region (we are talking 2 teaspoons full per glass here people) but it was enough to dull the pain. Then the heavens opened heavier and we were given the option of staying in and have lunch there or move on to the next winery. What MORE wine! I’m in! Off we went, the occasional trot (when I was just wanting to break out into a gallop) but we were advised too slippery underfoot. 😦

More tasting, then back to the stables. 3 hours in total, 22 tastings in total, 1 sore bottom.
The sun did peek for 4 minutes – thankfully!!

Normally this little adventure for two people is $320.00 – this cost $100 (on special) but I would have so liked to gallop or at least get a canter in – so that and landing on my backside the 2 disappointments of the day. Home now to relax 🙂

and me being shoved out the way by my horse Dusty- helmet hair and all 🙂

Remember…Rain…Rebellion

Trifextra Challenge Week 60   We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response.  You may use the words in any order you choose.

Our three words are:

remember
rain
rebellion

Pure rebellion
I stand
against the
squall

           face
body soaked

relentless rain
I weep

         tears meld
hit the ground

reflection of yesterdays

         knowing
time does not stand still
remember

           I scream
be courageous
fight on

This is for Trifecta

I am in a slightly dark place at the moment hence the above

Vis Dare Challenge # 9 – Alone

ALONE

I avert my eyes from
looking at you
shedding your tears
that meld with the rain
and hit the ground
I do not cry

There is nothing
you can say
to make this right
leave me to my
musing

I am alone, but I am
strong, just not today
or at this moment

my universe will heal
being without you
shall not let me
linger in this pain
I experience now
I don’t require
your penitence

I need to sit
gather thoughts
to toughen
to block
further weathering
to my heart

trust me
I’m a survivor
no need
to complicate it
any more with
your words

stop saying
you are sorry
I ask you
be silent
like the walls

Stupidity
on my part
assuming we
could be
more than
friends

We can’t
you said
so life goes on
don’t stay
and beg
forgiveness

I won’t remain
anchored
as the monument
I will move on

without you

RULES:

150 words – or less for   anonymouslegacy.blogspot.com.au

Writing whilst listening to a song from the Moby CD

stones kicked, dusty jeans
worn out boots, jus’ walkin’
watchin’ the sky, the sunset

simple things, beauty in the
illuminated skies
daylight and nightfall

watchin’ the clouds roll over
the sun giving one last
burst before the rain

hands in pockets daydreaming
smelling the rain ’bout to fall
all by myself

thinkin’ would diamonds
give me wealth or the simple
things like a walk deep in thought

breath in the sights
kick the stones don’t
need diamonds

for beauty is up high
and below and all around
kick the stones with dusty boots

heaven all by myself

Love under the willow tree

Chase me through the rain
shout my name out loud
I turn my head I laugh

drops from clouds hit my
face, chase me up the hill
my dress soaked through

the wind will not banish
your voice it only carries
it closer to me

hits my face like the rain
chase me my love, up to the top
where the willows brush the earth

you love me..is that what you said
rain shall not dampen how I feel
hearing those three words

run to me, catch me and throw
me to the ground take me
if you will, you said you loved me

nothing else in the world matters
not the rain, nor the wind
you love me, I want your love under

the willow branches

Rain

drops translucent touch my tongue
pop on taste buds flavour
naught but swallow for the feel

rain on palms open wide
runs between my fingers
like soft melted chocolate

tears from the sky fall
blending with mine transparent
is it I who cries or the sky

 

djchuhan.com

a prompt from Miriam E  3 lines 4-5 words each line – how rain makes me feel –  Thank you!

ramblingsfromamum    2.1.2013

3 more challenges given from I need Help. This is # 1- Why I dislike Camping.

This one was kindly requested from Lynette d’Arty-Cross she asks Why don’t I like Camping?

To give this true substance I am drawing on the odd 1 or 2 camping expeditions from many…many  years ago…

zzzzzzzz No I’m not sleeping

“Great”!  Pesty little vampires with wings about to attack me now. I wave my hand madly thinking that will distract them. “Go find someone else to bite”. No, clearly not listening, one lands in my ear and the sound escalates to ZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Go away”.

“Shush” said one of the parentals.

Yes, when we had our camping ‘holidays’ (and I say that term rather loosely)  we the 5 of us were in one tent, a big tent mind, but still a TENT.

“Mosquitoes” I reply grumbling & grizzling.

“Well get up quietly and get some spray”.

“It’s cold I’m not getting out of the covers”.

Silence..

zzzzzzz here they come again, like kamikaze pilots on their mission,  now if you can believe the myth that they go for quality blood, then I have bucket loads as I am always the one to look like I’ve been struck down with chicken pox overnight. ZZZZZZZZZZ

“Good grief” head under the covers.

“It’s cold” I continue to grizzle (yes I really am fun to take away camping).

Silence…

Pit…pit…

“Rain?” You have to be kidding, it’s raining now.

This tent didn’t have the fancy built in floor liners as they do now, we threw a couple of tarpaulins down as best we could when pitching the tent in the dead of night usually.

“Now the ground will get wet”.

“No it won’t shush and go to sleep”, the other parental.

Silence….

The night seems longer than a usual night, I’m uncomfortable lying on a blow up mattress that has as much air in as a packet of chips. I toss, I turn, I swat , I’m cold, I wait for the morning.

“Morning!” both parentals and brothers echo.

Silence…

“Do I really have to walk 1/2  mile to get to the toilet & showers?”

Silence…

We (I) stagger out to the daylight, eyes squinting, at least the sun is out.

We sit on logs and the parentals organise breakfast, yes bacon and eggs on a campfire (gas burner) tastes so much better in the outdoors.

Shuttlecock time after breakfast – one of the games we played a lot when we were younger. Whack hit, catch, retrieve, whack.

Time moves on….

Camping when I was in my late teens.

Still the vampires, still the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, still the dirty, dusty ground inside and outside the tent.

This time though it’s a campfire for breakfast, it smells good in the open air. There are cups of warm tea and even with sore backs we (I) can manage to smile and laugh and chill. The walk to the toilet & showers didn’t phase me as it did when I was younger and I put up with enjoy the camaraderie of others.

I’ll camp now – but my version of camping is to stay in a cabin fully equipped – nice beds – toilet – shower – couch – table to eat at – kitchenette –  microwave – TV – radio.

NOT because I am spoilt and want the grand luxuries – but because I’m older and I don’t need to have a sore back, I need a toilet within seconds (if you get what I’m saying here). If it’s miserable outside I want to curl up with a good book, or listen to music or watch the idiot box. I want to shower where I don’t have to wear thongs (flip-flops) on my feet for fear of catching tinea. A table to eat at instead of juggling a plate on my knee.

So there you have my “Why I don’t like Camping” tale..I can DO camping just my style 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HOPE

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars

Charles A Beard

You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die

Or when

You can only decide how you’re going to live

NOW

Joan Baez

Imagine the people in your life as tiny infants & as 100 year old adults. Ask yourself this question “Will this matter a year from now?”

Richard Carlson

The grand essentials to happiness in life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for

Joseph Addison

HOPE

RAINBOW BRIDGE

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

I just put this link to http://irishkatie.wordpress.com  website. You will need tissues if you have ever loved and lost a pet. These are the words put to music of the Rainbow Bridge. http://indigo.org/rainbow/

It just reminded me of when we lost our ‘fur-baby’ 6 years ago.