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Rituals fill a purpose

Emptying my bladder has become a nightly ritual, due to a prolapse. No, don’t ask! I ease my legs out of their cocoon of warmth, rubbing my knees to help bring back circulation. To my embarrassment, as I bend and reach for my slippers a fart escapes me. Keeping my eyes half shut to keep them warm and not wake up completely, I feel my way to the toilet. After a rather inconsequential pee, I wash my hands and have a sip of water. Like a blind person I quietly wend my way back to bed. If I don’t get up to do this, I lie awake. This ritual settles me down to sleep. If by chance I wake my beloved, he then, not so quietly, rises to do the same, shattering the darkness with his torch.

The Daily Post, Ben Huberman                                                                                                              Think about your day. Select one of your daily rituals and explain it to us. Why do you do what you do? How do you come to adopt this ritual? What happens on days when you can’t perform it?



Easy peasy:

Golden Age

If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?


This prompt is easy for me. I’d choose my life now. Childhood, although happy in retrospect, I suffered from shyness, uncertainty and lacked confidence. These traits followed me into my teenage years, which could be quite painful. Motherhood suited me, but work and motherhood was hard labour. Now we’re retired we can enjoy the grandchildren when they visit. We are fortunate to be well, and both feel fulfilled with our chosen activities. This phase of our lives allows Chris to paint full time, and I write, garden, cook and have choices that I didn’t have previously. Life is what you make it and I’m grateful for this stage. Truly a Golden Age.IMG_2791




Take a Chance on Me, WP prompt by Krista                                                                                                What’s the biggest chance you ever took? Did it work out? Do tell!

Apart from getting married three times, (and the result speaks for itself), returning to study was a huge, nerve-wracking chance.

As a single mother I returned to Art School to complete a degree, a necessity for teaching. This meant leaving the safety of my hometown and supportive parents. Besides settling my two children into rented accommodation and a new school, I fell in love before term started.

Perhaps being out of my comfort zone, I was vulnerable. Pregnancy happened immediately, with a wedding to follow. The fact that my new husband became a student meant that we had a very meagre existence. Love doesn’t satisfy empty bellies.

Two years into my course husband number two accepted work in far north Queensland, so we packed up to begin afresh. In retrospect this time was spent productively, though I couldn’t complete my degree externally. After five years in the tropics, we ventured south to the Federal Capital. My first phone call was to the University to make enquiries about continuing my degree studies.

Having never excelled at school I was filled with trepidation. This University course was far more demanding than the previous art subjects I’d completed. I became engrossed and surprised myself by even getting the odd High Distinction. Completion of this course not only brought satisfaction but work as a teacher. Here again was another chance of failure, but after surviving relief teaching, permanency brought the fulfilment of finding my niche.






Choices and desires

Three Coins in a Fountain, WP prompt by Krista                                                                                   Have you ever tossed a coin or two into a fountain and made a wish? Did it come true?


Tossing a coin into a fountain or wishing on white horses is like throwing desires out into the Universe. As a child looking for white horses or black crows broke the boredom of a journey. Little ditties such as, ‘One for a wish, two for a kiss, three for a letter, four for something better.’

Or,’ One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a letter, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a story never to be told.’ Choosing which ever gave the better result. Putting multiple wishes out to the Universe meant that some of them conflicted.

I’m sure my multiple wishes have been granted, perhaps not as I expected, but over time, each and every wish has been satisfied. Knowing I’m looked after has allowed the Universe to fulfil my wishes. Anxiety and worry only block channels. So wishing all of you reading this, peace and contentment and may your wishes come true. Be careful what you wish for:ATT0001110





Satisfying disruption:

Through the Window, WP prompt by Michelle W.                                                                                     Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you see.

Outside the study window

Outside the study window

The stillness of a winter’s day reflects the pause between stacking a load of wood, cooking and cleaning. The builder left, leaving plaster dust over every surface. This has created an opportunity to revisit our bookshelves and discover lost volumes, as well as weed out the unwanted; making space for books that are more likely to be re-read. Rifling through papers and files, long past their used by dates has been rewarding.


The studio roof is now insulated and lined, with just a final touch around the skylights to be completed next week. It no longer matters what the weather is like outside, inside has become far more moderate in temperature. It will be satisfying to know every surface has been cleaned, something long overdue.




‘A Perfect Drop’

Arch & Slab No.10

It has been a time of sorting, and some paintings that had hitherto been lost have been found.

The painting above was sold and I wanted to find a photo of it, and thought we’d lost it for good. Doing some cleaning up has been very rewarding. This painting was done after we’d been out to celebrate a birthday with a friend up at Dalesford, Victoria. The restaurant has since closed, but the memory of the small dishes to share were exquisite. I think the painting expresses our satisfaction of the meal and company perfectly.

‘Lost is the new found’

The prompt today is: click on your favourite blog, and pick out the 4th and 14th words(that aren’t ‘the’ or ‘an’). Drop them into this phrase.

“——- is the new ——.’ There’s your post title now write. Well I have adjusted a couple of things!



Best Dream:

This is probably a repeat, but I couldn’t find it in my less than tidy file system.

The best dream I remember is one I had at a time of enormous discord in my life. I was lucky enough to have a Jungian psychologist helping me sort out my life, which meant I was having about six dreams a night, interpreted.

Finding myself in a walled city, I woke and bathed in an open- air bath. Above, on the hill, we were observed by three golden yellow watchers, angelic beings holding umbrellas. Gathering my baby, a basket of food and blanket, we went to the large door in the city wall. With a huge key, we opened the door and left, walking down the hill to a boat. We stepped onto the boat and were taken on a railway like journey, as if our future was mapped out for us. We felt safe and optimistic.

Following this dream I was on a high for three weeks.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) Daily Post by Krista

‘What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory….’



Mortality/ Immortality:

Olive has found a home

Olive has found a home. Adoring Grandpa and Hazel.

Being of a fanciful nature my mind plays tricks with me. Mortality has drifted in and out of my awareness, but there again, so has immortality. I still like to dream of a linking up on the other side. A(n) oneness where love unites us; where multiple husbands are not a complication, but a delight.

Living life to the full is a necessity to prevent disappointment when the time of passing arrives. Not being a believer in hell, as such, but a believer in disappointment for a wasted life. Activity may not be a physical thing. For those in nursing homes, where physical activity is no longer possible, positive mental activity is essential. Creating positivity is a blessing for all of those within your orbit.

I like to think of the charm of childhood continuing throughout my life and the innocence and belief in humankind remains positive. Naivety is something I’ve been blessed with!


Finite Creatures: Daily Post prompt by Ben Huberman

At what age did you realize you were not immortal?

How did you react to that discovery?

Dreams do come true:

Futures Past, prompt by Ben Huberman                                                                                                    As a kid, what did you want to be when you grow up? How close or far are you from that vision?

When I was pre-teens, all I wanted was to marry Christopher Pyett. The fact that I had to wait till I was 54 didn’t deter me; just allowed a lot of growing up to happen in the interim. I was always a slow learner.

Christopher has a goal of one day winning the Archibald Portrait Prize, though he probably wouldn’t admit it. This year was the first time he’s entered and he missed out. There were over 800 entries, and 47 were chosen.

The good news is that he was accepted into the Salon des Refuse´s. The National Trust S.H. Ervin Gallery at The Rocks has chosen paintings that didn’t make the Archibald Portrait Prize or the Wynne Landscape Prize from this large group of entries. This gallery has a good reputation and I hope if any of you reading this live or are visiting Sydney, you might find time to visit this gallery.

As this will be a touring exhibition, it will also come to the Mornington Regional Gallery on the Mornington Peninsula, Victoria, between 9th October and 29th November. We are very excited about this as it will allow the portrait of Rosie to get some good exposure.




Today’s prompt has left me cogitating: The children I have borne are my greatest gift to the world. I hope bits of me will live on through them. I admire each of them in different ways, and I know their love will live on through their own children.

A very small legacy will be the trees I have planted throughout my life. In every home I have lived in, in Australia, I have planted a lemon tree. Of course there have been hundreds more trees than that too. Others won’t know who planted them, but I will know I have left this planet a better place.

Christopher, my husband, will leave many beautiful paintings behind and they will continue to bring joy to many, so he will never be forgotten.

I have just completed, (yes, again), a YA fantasy fiction. I shall contemplate whether to be brave enough to have it self-published. In the meantime it will go off to an editor for the final polish. Will this be good enough to be remembered? Big question.

The Synopsis:                                                                                                                                             ‘Angels behind the Scenes’ is a fantasy novella written for you, whether you are young or old. Heaven and Earth merge in this gentle tale, allowing you to ponder on the after life. Remember you are not alone. Love and joy are not old-fashioned values, just the necessities of a full life.

Don’t forget about me. Word Prompt by Krista                                                                                Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave?                                 Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world after you have gone.