I’ve been flying a year with WP!

A little while ago, July to be exact I wrote about not having that little blue badge that WP hands out for ‘flying with them’ for a year. The reason I did not receive this then is because my orginal name started as randomramblingsfromamum ( I know a tongue twister really). Then I changed it not long after I began. So now I can say it…. drum roll anniversary-1x
I hate maths but I’m sharing my numbers (isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?)

Posts –  590

WP Followers –  486 – thank you each and every one of you. I am enjoying this journey on WP and the opportunity to share my ramblings and meeting new and interesting people on a daily basis. You have spurred me on with your gracious comments and support and for that I am truly grateful and I hope I can continue for another year (without annoying anyone) 🙂  My writing is something that is important to me (like any writer) and what I am vehemently passionate about. To see all of you enjoying what I do, makes the late nights, the early mornings, the phone near my bed in case a thought strikes at 2am…all the more worthwhile. So once again, let me say that I thank you for your kindness and your support (quite chuffed really).

🙂

Visitors –  25,697

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I am also going to possibly annoy some folk by putting up the Liptember cause till the end of September. So I will apologise for this in advance, if you tire of seeing it.

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LIPTEMBER MONTH OF SEPTEMBER – Shaun from http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com has kindly and generously written a blog for Liptember to help Kayla raise funds for the fight against Mental Illness. He has donated recently, as have a few of my readers. Please read and if you can donate (for those that haven’t already) we would be most grateful. Please re-blog his post too if you can, to get this out there. Thank You!

We are in the process of getting a Pay Pal address for those who have had difficulty donating.  

Monday to Thursday for anyone who is interested in babble

Good evening everyone out there in Blog WP land.

How are we all this evening, morning, afternoon?

It's so hard to keep track of times and days for that matter.

This is just a rambling blog post from moi.

Just because I can :-)   Ahh the freedom of speech isn't it grand ~ oops no poetry this evening.

Updates on my week - you ready? Comfy? Drink in hand be it coffee, wine or beer? Perhaps some cheese on crackers to go with that?

  • Started the juice diet for 4 days straight I drank nothing but squeezed out fruit and vegetables (my hat goes off to all you vegetarians out there by the way). Yesterday I was in a complete daze, had no idea where the day actually went, proceeding into the supermarket to top up on fruit and veg and other things. Yes, I forgot the other things - my brain was frozen in a sludge state.
  • Tonight yee ha I had a meal, I never knew how much I enjoyed the physical art of chewing! I ate some calamari and salad. Treadmill in the morning, so all will be good Weird how I felt guilty for actually eating after 4 days though.
  • No wine consumed for 4 days (I know,  how the hell did I do that) tonight I am shouting myself to a scotch with Pepsi Max (it is soooooo good) yes the treadmill will be a definite in the morning.
  • Went out twice with Pop on his scooter ~ hmm little concerned as he still doesn't look left and right before crossing the road and I think he feels as if he is still in a car to protect him a little. More practice required, more of me running or walking very fast at his side.
  • Attended a funeral on Tuesday (for learning Celebrant purposes) I did not know the deceased. 20 family members. Song being played for reflection time - wrong song. Try again - wrong song. I sat in the back row cringing, oh and taking notes.  The Celebrant though (as she told me afterwards) "It's best to stay calm when things go wrong, so the family remains calm".  Tell me if I'm wrong readers (this way I will know if you have actually read this far ) her reaction after the song not being played twice was "Right we will move onto the next part of the ceremony".  What the??? No apology for technical difficulties now we will move on??? Nothing? The service went for 20 minutes (family's instructions) but to me way too quick, no time to absorb what was happening, no speakers apart from the Celebrant. The music that the family chose for the recession (the walking out of the service) was a classical piece interspersed with quite 'bubbly' violin… not my choice AT ALL. This had to be played by the FD (that's funeral director lingo) who held a portable CD player at the back of the room. All went well till his/their recording jumped, hopped and skipped and crackled towards the end. I was mortified readers mortified! I shall do better (if I ever get a gig…(no gig isn't the right terminology is it?)
  • Lastly, I want to thank all the people that commented on My Gate is Open piece for DVerse - I am being guided and supported most admirably and for that I thank you one and all.

Okay that's it, hope I haven't bored anyone, thought I'd do it all in one blog (I so hate that word) post ~ thanks for listening..I mean reading.

Moi

xx

The Gate Was Open

fingertips trace the suede
that swaddles the comfy place
we’d sit and watch old movies
leaving imprints of my identity
across where you’d lay your arm

the kitchen table where we shared
our meals and laughter from the day or
serious conversations on world
events with stifled yawns from me ~
sits barren

looking sideways to the crooked frame
hanging on the wall; giggles remembered
and stamped feet, how you never hung it
straight ~ the memories of ‘us’ ~ just
simple things

the gate not mended; the grout worn and
fallen; rubbish stacked behind the shed
it would be cleared ‘one day’ ~ things undone
things left; importance now ~ very little
within our walls of home, love held
between four fences ~ that had value

we broke down, distracted by so many things
sweet madness; sweet love of ours
disappeared between the palings
as you drifted out of reach and
that’s what mattered

now with suitcases
at my feet ~ my sweaty hand grips
the handle of the unpainted
door ~ the unfinished
I must say adieu

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I have swapped over the last two paragraphs on advice from Grace – also placed ‘and’ instead of & advice from Victoria – thank you I feel it works much better now.

Below is Brian Miller’s (from DVerse) edit for this – I welcome critique, I feel fortunate to be supported in my writing. I have put Brian’s version below so you can see the difference between the two.

fingertips trace suede
that swaddles the comfy place
we’d sit & watch old movies
imprints of my identity

across where, you’d lay your arm

the kitchen table where we shared
meals & laughter from the day or
serious conversations on world
events with stifled yawns from me ~
sits barren

sideways, the crooked frame
hanging on the wall; giggles remembered
& stamped feet, how you never hung it
straight ~ the memories of ‘us’ ~

simple things

the gate not mended; the grout worn &
fallen; rubbish stacked behind the shed
it would be cleared ‘one day’ ~ things undone
things left; important once,now
very little
within our walls of home, love
between four fences, that had value
what mattered; with suitcases
at my feet

my sweaty hand grips the handle of the unpainted
door unfinished, we broke down

distracted by so many things
sweet madness and love
disappeared between the palings
as you drifted out of reach &
I must say

adieu

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A Fictional write for dVerse and Open Link Week 112.  I would appreciate any critique.

Squeeze me squeeze me

So after hearing about the Juice Fast Detox Program http://www.rebootwithjoe.com/
from a lovely lady at WP (I won't give her name away in case she does not want me too).

This afternoon down I went to the local shops and purchased a juicer ($25.00 in KMart) how flippin' good is that I ask you!

I had a lemon juice this morning to kick it off pre juicer, then when I came home I made a smoothie - low fat low sugar berry yoghurt (2 tablespoons) - banana, apple, pear, strawberries…yummmmm.

Tonight for tea whilst Mr. S and daughter #2 were having their salt and pepper calamari, salad and potato, I sat down with them to a glass of broccoli, beetroot, celery, carrot and parsnip (all raw mind you - not baked till they were sweet). It was .. erm.. hang on I shall find a word to describe it..it was … um...nope sorry I can't.

I mean it wasn't like I was poisoning myself, but oh dear did that calamari look and smell divine.

I don't know how long I shall last - all I know is that I am so looking forward to my fruit one in the morning. I'm not doing this to get healthy (being a light smoker) notice how I put in 'light', the chances of my body getting healthy ..yes I know unless I quit, is fairly slim. This is more shove off winter coat I do not want you anymore and I have my nephews wedding in October that I want to fit into my dress that's hanging in the wardrobe.

I shall now go and join Mr. S on the couch to watch some TV and have together time while he stuffs his face on chocolates.. :-(

I'll keep you updated ..for the love of Mike the things we I do..

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*Yawn*

it’s L8..O gawd its 1am
clunk slow…ly the key-boAred
Daphne sits next 2 me
the flower frm the garden
not a purrrring cat or person
I dont have cats…I dont have dogs
I mind dogs tho… r u excited
(hmmm then u must get out more)
IF u r

I type & watch an ant…. little tiny
crawlin back black on an envelope
& wonder where he’s been..visiting
perhaps, a L8 nite snack – out with
the lads – rampANT

as time ticks /click – no
noise juz numerals on the monitor
fold ova ea other & my eye-lids
beckon me 2 sleep
my nonsense has got the better of
me

I look at my ph upon the desk
how do u speak in text?

Mint sauce with that?

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Their laughter mingled with the clink of wine glasses in the
drawing room.
“That was a spritely one that got away this afternoon”, he roared.
“Oh yes, rather, afraid the old girl can’t muster like she use to, sadly”, came the reply.
“Do you know I went down to Jones’s farm prior to the round up?”
“Really what on earth for my good man”?
“I am thinking of purchasing his cattle dog, damn find specimen if you ask me, clever too, agile”.
“Oh yes, I have heard of him, but haven’t seen him in action, so did you offer for him?”
“Yes ol’ chappy, I did as a matter of fact four hundred pounds, I have him in the yards as we speak”.
“Four hundred pounds, good god man, I hope he proves himself worthy for that amount!”
“Yes, he has already, if only I could teach him how to cook”.

Okay I was so lost with this one – see if you can write and join in the fun (or tear your hair out as I did)

For the wonderful       VisDare 34: Fearless

one DVD down

Hello everyone,

Approximately 7 hours ago I wrote a post wherein I told you that I was conducting my first (albeit with friends) mock interview for the funeral celebrants course.

The two ladies arrived at 4pm, after a brief run through, we began. IPad in hand I was recorded from the moment the front door was opened and I walked in, giving my condolences and pointing out a good (pre-planned place to sit). I was shaking so at first, and the initial questions could have been a little more slowed. Also my comment of "As I said, I am sorry for your loss", which sounded so superficial, I can only blame my nerves.

The girls basically bounced off one another for their answers (they were 'sisters') who had lost their mum. Apart from the fact that their dearly departed mum was either a hippie of the 70's and never grew out of it. Mother Teresa or the best thing since sliced bread…..to the point I had to refrain from yelling 'NO MORE' as I was about to burst out laughing and grab a bucket. I let it go, and we all went to the flow, they answered the questions and got into a rhythm. We stopped for a cuppa and they said they almost felt as if it were real and that I had drawn them in. Now of course they are darling friends so they may just be boosting my confidence with this, but I did feel more confident as we went on.

Two and a half hours later we were done, much longer than what I anticipated.

We reached the end, we did it..we played it back and though it was serious affair with some smiles and a bit of laughter and the cups of tea shared, the three of us have never laughed so much, listening to the answers, as they had to ad lib (which they did excellently I may add) trying to conjure up a 'pretend' mother figure and have full knowledge about this person between them with very little prior discussion. They did well - we did well. I did it *SIGH OF RELIEF*. So now I sit back with a well earned glass of wine and a little less butterflies floating around till the next one comes along.

Now tomorrow's homework is to assemble it and then write a Eulogy from my notes. That will be the 1st DVD down.

Hallelujah!

Boredom

Today is … um yes it's Tuesday.(well here anyway - some of you if you can look down - you'll see me waving)!

Being at home studying/writing for the course it's amazing how quickly you can fall into the .."I don't ever want to work again as long as I live mode".

I am there, reached it, but I know it isn't feasible sadly. I have a mortgage, bills that never cease (for some reason). Mum is old school can't you just quit and let Mr. S take care of you"? Well I could, if I wanted him to do that, but I have always been fiercly independent when it comes to money and what I feel is a necessary obligation.

Why should he be 'punished' for me wanting a life of relaxation and semi-luxury"?

This afternoon I am doing my 'mock funeral celebrant' interview.. am I excited - erm nope, scared shite - less. I think I would be more comfortable conducting this in front of strangers than 2 of my girl friends.

It took me almost 5 hours to write type out he questions I will ask, about 50 in total. It is quite involved to try and obtain enough about a person whom you have never met and to write a story about them. I have one hour before they arrive, one hour of pacing, of reading, of re-reading.

My next post will be a poem, I have no idea about what, I have no muse hitting my shoulder, I don't have a block, I just have no clue, but I need to write one.. well not need so much but want".

"OK fine if you insist, I shall - just don't say I didn't warn you".

omg my 570th post already – how the dickens did that happen 😉

Quote-a-licious

Perhaps one could say I’m over tired or merely bored, but I thought I would put some Quotes up and then make comment.

Top 10 Moving On Quotes

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” — Dr. Seuss
"But it was SUCH a great movie - why…why did it have to end at all"?

“Get mad, then get over it.” — Colin Powell
"Right foot-stool do you see how angry I am, NOW watch these feet".

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.” — Reinhold Niebuhr
"Yeah..yeah we know, don't drink, don't gamble, don't smoke, don't stalk, don't eat what's bad for you and I'll feel better about living".

“I gather strength from life’s storms.” — Jonathan Lockwood Huie
The electricity goes through me and I turn into a strong beacon".

“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass… It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.” — Vivian Greene
"So you think it's okay to get this Versace gown wet then"?

“Look at life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror” — Byrd Baggett
"Because everyone knows you don't want to see what you just ran over".

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” — Maria Robinson
"I wonder how many athletes using drugs have said that"?

“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” – Author Unknown
"No s… Einstein".

“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” – Proverb
So I’m allowed a tinsy bit of cyanide”?

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” — Lao Tzu
"Hmm, I'm a writer, so I need to let go to see if I become a garbage collector"?

You can blame my boredom for these.

For the love of Cemeteries

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I have a love of cemeteries. I always have done, always will have.  Some of you may think strolling through a cemetery and this past time quite macabre, whereas I find it fascinating.  I know some of you may share this 'hobby' of mine.  To walk amongst the dead,  gives me reverence for those who have lost their lives and inner tranquility.

Because our country (Australia) is relatively new (243 years) or thereabouts when Captain James Cook first landed declaring it Terra Nullius, we do not have the historic cemeteries of Europe, or indeed other countries.  Regardless, I never tire visiting or reading the loving words etched in stone.

The picture above also depicts the sparseness of the land, with the sugar cane (that is abundant in Queensland) and the picturesque mountains in the background, this is because as of 2011 there were 1733 people living in this small town of Mossman, so to put it politely, they have space.

As I strolled from site to site, I noticed vases with plastic flowers that had been blown or knocked from the grave. I tended to these, I could not walk past without doing so. I refilled any rocks or pebbles that had been spilt out of the vases and arranged the flowers or ornaments back on the grave as they were intended. On some sites, I would say a few words to those that lay beneath and wonder about the families that have either passed away, moved town or do not care to pay homage any longer.

When we were away, Mr. S played a round of Golf, I on the other hand wanted to visit the small cemetery.

The oldest grave was 1938, the majority of them were in the 1960's to current. I took the one below because they were a Czech couple (my Pop/dad) is Czech. They both escaped the War as he did, I stood and thought of him when I read this.

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When I was in the UK I remember visiting Highgate:-    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highgate_Cemetery

Some graves, yes admittedly have brought a tear to my eye, especially when I see the graves of little ones,  but as I read the words (some barely visible) I am transported back to their time and stand absorbed and pensive, thinking of who they were and what their life was like before they passed.

At Highgate there are approximately 170,000 buried.  Some of the people laid to rest here include, the parents of Author Charles Dickens and some of his family. Jean Simmons the actress , Karl Marx, poets, painters, soldiers and more.  Below is one of graves with a fallen Angel.  Who lies beneath her I wonder?

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Also in the UK, we visited Grasmere in Cumbria and saw the grave (below) of William Wordsworth the poet.

http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/wordsworth.htm

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When we visited France in 2001,  my daughters and I went to Pere Lachasie Cemetery

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Père_Lachaise_Cemetery .

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Here lies Sarah Bernhardt, Frederick Chopin, Isadora Duncan, Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison to name a few.

Which brings me to my last photo taken at Mossman Cemetry.

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and I am lain beneath hard earth
I feel no pain, nor cold or heat of sun
I hear no voices, or hear the distant waves
nor view the sparkle in your eyes

and those that witness where I lay
my name revealed to you and how I passed
spare a thought for me, for I once
stood above this earth as you

and if my name's invisible
please stand and honour me as my loved
ones have moved on and leave an
unmarked cross, to show that I once breathed

Perhaps this is why I feel I have the calling to be a funeral celebrant. Maybe my love of walking around cemeteries has something to do with this(in a Freud type of way) Do you walk around Cemeteries like I?