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
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

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

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)
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
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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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
Zero empathy
Infinite ego
Always right
Every single time
Never wrong
Superior in every
Possible way
The whole world
Is not worthy