Honorable

My mother reached across the void

Crossing her world to mine

She entered my dream 

To speak to me 

She carried a message 

Reminding me 

To live a life

More honorable –

Just as she taught

Reality


My dreams reached out to touch me

I lived them, tasted them, felt them 

Until they evaporated

And I woke up 

To face

Reality 

Bully


A few years ago we decided to make our transition to Australia official, and we accepted Australian citizenship. We are now Australian. We are able to sing the anthem with pride and ownership. Our prime minister, for all his faults, is Malcolm Turnbull. Not Trumbull. Not Trunbull. Turnbull. Maybe Trump and co liked the matching pattern of ‘Trum’ even though it is not a matching pattern at all. Turnbull is not perfect, and Australia is not perfect, but it is a good place to live in. The benefits far outweigh the negatives. The people are relatively friendly, there are no wars, it is safe, we have fresh food, lamingtons, shelter, work, and also, in general, there is courtesy. We wait in queues if we have to. We make way if we have to. We are protected by anti-bullying and harassment laws. 

Which means the brash and disrespectful tone of other leaders towards our own leader hits hard. It leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth. It is unnecessary and uncalled for. It is bullying behavior. 

And it saddens me. For many of my WordPress friends are from the US. Good, kind people that have been lovely towards me. That I now count as friends. I feel really warm towards this wonderful, caring community. 

We had the opportunity to vacation in the  beautiful state of California. One of the first sights one sees upon entry into the United States is a flag, as well as framed photograph of POTUS. For us it was a smiling photo of Obama. I’m not across the policies that he had, but as a person he seemed like a decent human being. Courteous, respectful towards his wife, calm, considered etc. Not a bully.

Our vacation timing worked out well. Otherwise we would now be facing a four year wait, at the very least. 

#iamwitharnold

#arnoldforpotus

From A Friend

I’m so used to taking my own flower pics, was quite surprised and touched to be sent a few on my way home. Not taken by me!

#howrude


I wondered if I should get on the bus that already had a few standing passengers, and not knowing how long until the next one arrived I decided to take the chance, and now I have the first world problem in that someone decided to stand in my tiny little corner of bus space, and now my feet have nowhere to go except through the legs of another man, his legs are touching mine, I can smell his smelly spare shoes in his hand and his back keeps on touching my face, and I am like, really

NOOOOO!!!!! 

(My feet were there first! In my space)

Not Enough Space!

I moved my feet out the way so that they won’t be stepped on, all that happened is that someone stepped in my spot, and my feet then had nowhere to go!

#bustravel

Iced Tentacles


Fingers of ice

Extend from the frozen landscape of my life

Wrapping their tentacles around the warm blood of my heart

As they tighten and constrict, threatening to freeze all that they

Would wrap around – like a Boa wraps around its prey –

The life force breathed into me offers a resistance

So strong, that any ice would be unfrozen before destruction

Could occur, and at the end, the warmth of my soul powers

The melting of iced tentacles, so that life and hope and joy

Emerge forth as the victors of this battle that is fought with

Every beating of my heart

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A Stormy Calm

I honored the quiet spaces within my heart 

By allowing a gentle peace to cover all my cares 

The storm raged on outside, within 

And through it all 

I was calm 

Superior

Zero empathy

Infinite ego

Always right

Every single time 

Never wrong 

Superior in every 

Possible way

The whole world

Is not worthy