Day: July 30, 2020

Explanation

Is an erosion

If it begins in defence

An unravelling occurs

Building momentum

As it rolls

Tearing strips from the soul

Of any artist

If it means to enlighten

The words spill one over the other

Over the other

Not always going anywhere

At

All

To the non verbal thinker

And inward dweller

Explanation is hell

Preferable all round

Is silence

Questions after all

Are just words

Making the rounds

Step out of the whirlpool

And

As my Mother always said

Keep your own counsel

*Kate Moss “never complain, never explain” as a recovering explainer I find this concept so deeply relaxing.

Header photo – chairs along the wall of a simple tin, one room house in Windorah Qld. It belongs to the man below who kindly let me take his photo. We had a long chat.

Horses

Life forces

Of their very own

Intelligent

Capable

And if you win their respect

Honour it

As the great treasure it is

*My father was a great horseman – he broke them in, used them for mustering, played polo from their backs and had a great respect for his four legged companions.

My Grandfather’s life was if anything, even deeper entwined with that of the equine. He also had a great reputation as a horseman and his polo sticks are displayed in the Eulo pub – or they were at one time. I haven’t been back in years.

Horses were indispensable as work and play mates for a very long period in our history.

By the time I came along we used motor bikes to muster and any horses left on the property were brumbies, shy and rarely seen.

I wanted a horse as a child and would nag…

What’s your story?

Mine changes

When I was young

I was the daughter of graziers – my story, my life – I was a bush child and so proud to be from the land

I grew older

And a wonderful man asked to marry me

I must have said the word “fiancée” one hundred thousand times that year

Then wife

Then mother – the best one yet!

Then I lost mine and my father six months apart

They were sick

Mum in particular – Alzheimer’s – dreadful

But let’s skip that part

It

Was

Dark

Then I was sober although I never was a drunk

Just temporarily, a seeker of an alleviating state of mind

Something that pressed pause – instead of rewind

And eventually I threw away the deck altogether

And found it a place to nest in amongst all the other stories in my chest

And the narrator…

“Dahil ang Pag-ibig ay masasabi kong isang napakagandang pagkukulang na masarap kulayan at nakatadhanang punan.”

February na naman! Hello sa mga may jowa, kunware may jowa, nangangarap magkajowa, at syempre sa mga nawalan ng jowa, mawawalan ng jowa at higit sa lahat.. Yung walang jowa! 🙂

(the term** haha!)

¤¤LOVE IS BLIND¤¤

Madalas kong marinig, makita ang mga katagang ito. Bulag nga ba ang Pag-ibig? Yung tipong nagkaroon na ng union ang pamilya, mga kamag-anak at mga kaibigan mo, kulang na lang isali ng nanay mo si Kapitan Tiyago sa samahan nila para lang ipamukha sayo na hindi siya karapatdapat para sayo. Kasi daw oso sya. (Bakit, cute naman yung oso ah?) Pero hindi kasi yun. Kahit anong sabihin nila, alam kong ang bawat isa ay may kanya kanyang sagot sa katanungang “BAKIT SIYA?”. At walang taong pwedeng magdikta kung sino ang bibigyan mo ng matamis na Oo or kung…

MGA BAGAY NA HINDI IKAUUNLAD NG PILIPINAS.  KAYA HUWAG MO NALANG GAWIN. PLEASE.

Habang pauwi ako kanina, at naghihintay ng masasakyan, bago ko makasabay ang isa sa kasama ko sa asul na gusali, hanggang sa makauwi ako ng bahay, naisip kong may mga maliliit na bagay na akala natin walang halaga sa ikabubuti ng ating bansa. Eto ang ilan sa mga bagay na yun:

Perfumee ni Kuya, na nakatayo sa may gilid ng poste. Hindi pa ko nakakalapit sa kanya mga sampung hakbang pa, dala ng hangin eh ang amoy ng kanyang perfume na may syeettt-ano-yun feeling. Wala namang masama kung magpabango tayo, pero kasi, wag naman yung isang milya pa layo mo, amoy na amoy na ang pabango. Mainam na yung amoy baby dibuuhh.. hihi kairitaaa..Ang tanong, ikauunlad ba ng Pinas kapag ganyan ka magpabango?? HIndi di ba. Kaya wag mo nang gawin. Please.

Nakulangan ng tela si Ate, 

“Life is a matter of respect to every single soul.”

My blog doesn’t deserve horrible stuff..but I feel uncomfortable to tell my concerns to anybody. It’s not that I don’t trust anyone, but yeah maybe. But it’s more like—- if I do that, I’m gonna be doing THAT horrible thing too, which—- I don’t want to. But let me tell it to the world.

Mga Iba’t Ibang Uri ng Tsismosa

• Chismosang Pang Long Distance 

Yung tipong hindi lang pang 25-radius, aabot ng 99-radius ang kaya niyang isagap na tsismis. Eh kung kinimkim mo nalang kaya yan sa bibig mo, ay “bunganga” mo pala. Iba kasi ang bibig brad. Ang bibig para sa tao, ang bunganga para sa hayop.

• Chismosang Issue-sera

Ay eto. Ibang klase ‘to brad. Kung baga sa drink mo sa fast food na a-Upgrade niya ang kwento. Kung baga sa studyante, may “improvement”, kung baga sa gas may…