Congenital Heart Disease
June 30, 2011
My heart is swollen with the
Pulmonary joy of friendship
Threatening to
Rupture and disarm me.
He is an Old Cat
June 14, 2011
He is an old cat
Shrinking every day
Into his baggy black
Suit of knobbly bone and
Matted fur.
Heart on a Cold, Wet Sleeve
June 12, 2011
I have just come out of the bush after three wet days. Though in all truth when you can see the lights of towns on the distant ridges when the cloud lifts there were moments when I felt a little cheated – if you go bush you should go “remote”. But being in the bush is better than not being out there at all. I do enjoy being out in the scrub by myself. I find that “fills my tank”. But it is not long before I find myself thinking “so and so would enjoy this” and I know that there is nothing quite like have a like minded nutter share the remoteness with you. This weekend I walked from Katoomba to Wentworth Falls not with another nutter but another eight nutters, all of whom had the choice of staying dry and warm at home but who elected to come out in the cold and wet and share this walk with me.
