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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….’




The WordPress suggestion today is one I responded to before, so this time I shall tell you about the kindness of a special English teacher, Miss Street. Miss Street was a dedicated teacher and inspired me to have a pencil and paper by the bed, and a dictionary. As a consequence I’m constantly coming across words that either I’ve heard and not really understood, or are totally new. Reading constantly unfolds new ideas and words. I always remember this teacher when I write the words down.

Here are a just a few recent words:

Invoilably: that must not be violated, kept free from violence, or treated as if sacred.

Peripatetic: walking or travelling about, itinerant.

Malfeasance: the doing of an unlawful act.

Wordpost: The Kindness of Strangers, by Ben Huberman

When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell us what happened!

A Glimpse into Death and Dying:

In our culture, talking about death is unusual, yet it is part of everyone’s life. There are other subjects that are taboo, such as: religion, politics and sex. I shall leave those alone today, but would like to write a little about death.

Visiting a dying friend yesterday made me ponder on differences. dying of cancer and has come to the stage where he is wanting to die. His wife is distraught and wants him to fight it.         J. wants to die at home. Z. wants him to go back to hospital where he’ll get further physiotherapy. All he wants is to give up and die at home. I can see how exhausting it is for Z. but am sad that she can’t accept that J.’s time has come.

This weekend the children will return home for a family conference. Z. wants them to encourage J. to return to hospital. There are services that can be organized to help Z. at home, but they are expensive. They are financially comfortable and this would be possible.

If I put myself in her shoes, would it be selfish to expect my partner to prolong his agony? One can’t step in another’s shoes. I just hope that I have the courage to face such a situation, if it were to happen, more selflessly, and vice versa.

Watching my mother die, I remember how tiring it was. I think it was the uncertainty of not knowing how long it would take, that I found most difficult. I loved her dearly, but didn’t want to see her suffer. I left the room when she talked to the doctor. I respected her decision to take control of how she ended her life, and she had a doctor who respected her wishes. I just wish Z. could find the courage to accept J.’s wishes too, and not fight to the bitter end.

I’m sure there are many of you who have had to deal with death in your own families. Never an easy thing. I’d be glad to hear from you  with your beliefs, experiences, if you want to share.

Living in hope.



Simplicity is the beginning and end of my reasoning. I called my blog with my name, BKPyett, in the hope that when I publish this will be a launching place for my books. If my name becomes familiar, then people will recognize my name and be tempted to read more of my work. Living in hope is better than living without it.

All About me, Daily Post by Michelle W.

Explain why you chose your blogs title and what it means to you.

Remaining steadfast:

180 Degrees: Tell us about a time you did 180—changed your views on something, reversed a decision, or acted in a way you ordinarily don’t.

Doesn’t 180 degrees mean I’ve ended up where I started? If so, this is a topic that has moved me to write before, even though I am not a Roman Catholic; but I am very concerned that children deserve to be protected from predatory, powerful people. It is satisfying to read that finally justice is being attended to.

A News worthy topic today mentions Cardinal Pell. As some of you know I wrote to the Pope and suggested Cardinal Pell should be removed from his office as head of the Roman Catholic Church in Australia due to his neglect of children; allowing paedophilia to continue during his watch.

Although I didn’t hear from the Pope directly, his action in removing the Cardinal to Rome was greatly appreciated.

Since then the Royal Commission looking into Paedophilia has recommended Pell’s return to Ballarat to answer more questions, I was delighted today to hear that Peter Saunders, hand picked by the Pope, spoke out against Pell, saying this:

‘I think it is critical that George Pell is moved aside, that he is sent back to Australia, and that the Pope takes the strongest action against him.’

Indeed, I hope he will be de-frocked, have his Companion of the Order of Australia and his Centenary Medal removed, and sent back to Australia to face the Royal Commission. According to Wikipedia those awards were removed on May 24th 2015. I do hope this is correct.

Hopefully tomorrow, I shall write about happier events.






Mysterious Enigma:

Most people, who don’t read my blog, wouldn’t know that I love playing with words. Here is today’s effort. A rather hasty one, as I have dug up the raspberries, and need to fertilize the soil and replant them. Putting up stakes and wires to try to bring a semblance of order, so that one can walk between the rows. Here is what came to me this morning, early:

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.

The pigs squeal with delight as they fly off in flight. Geese soar up above, screaming their love,

Flapping and honking, squealing and oinking, whelping and mewing, circling and hallooing.


The dog and the cat chase till red in the face. Puffed and defeated with a final expletive,

They curl up to dream of peaches and cream, staying warm till the dawn, no longer forlorn,

Content to snuggle, a warm furry cuddle, as the cow settles down for her milking.


A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma: Daily Prompt by Michelle W.

Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.



Describe the last nightmare you remember having. What do you think it meant?

As a child I had a recurring nightmare of myself in a burning car. I was terrified, and would run and stand in the cold by my mother sleeping. She’d usually awaken in fright finding someone standing beside the bed, and then return me to bed. She’d ask why I hadn’t woken her, but I didn’t want to do that. Just standing next to someone made it better.

As to the meaning, I really haven’t worked that out. Perhaps it was fear of driving in the car, which was new to me.

When I grew up, being chased was a terrifying dream until I read a book about dreaming. In that, it told me that I had control of my dreams. If you are being chased, turn around and face your pursuer and you find they are no longer chasing you. You can smile and they are no longer terrifying. They usually slope away. So, I no longer have such dreams.

As to why I’d have had such dreams? Probably it was being scared of boogeymen, or just  the unknown.

To dream or not to dream, that is the question.

The daily prompt today brought to mind some dreams I had in my twenties. Flying. Have any of you flown in dreams? I’d love to hear from you, if you have. For me it was such a wonderful feeling! It did take some energy and concentration to get into the air, but once there, the feeling of exhilaration and excitement remains with me.

The Jungian psychiatrist I spoke to about these dreams, from my rather inadequate memory, told me they were symbolic of taking charge of my life and that flying has a very positive meaning.

My dream life is such an important part of my life. Fortunately Christopher remembers his dreams too, so we’re able to discuss our dreams at breakfast. Sometimes they are so delicate they become ephemeral, and can be lost in the blink of an eye. Writing down a sentence from a dream can help retain the memory and bring back the full dream. Without dreams, life would become very mundane.

I’d love to add a Chagall painting, but due to copyright, I shall resist the temptation.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream. By Michelle W.                                                                                 Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps?                                                  Have trouble falling asleep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.            (Thanks for the suggestion thunderwhenitrains!)

Time away:

Three nights away and I feel a different person. Celebrating my aunt’s 90th birthday was a treat. She is the last of my mother’s sisters. Mary holds herself so straight; always dressing in such a dignified manner, she’s an inspiration. Her health hasn’t always been good, and yet her complaints are kept to herself. I wonder to myself, will I be as stoic?

View from fire lit D'Anvers restaurant with delicious hot chocolates.

View from fire lit D’Anvers restaurant with delicious hot chocolates.



My aunt’s cousin, Jane, (80, previous winner of the Australian Seniors’ Golf Championship), took us for some wonderful drives. On arrival we had afternoon tea at the House of Anvers, a boutique chocolate factory/ restaurant at Latrobe.






Lunch on the birthday was at La Mar at Turners Beach. Totally delicious fare of fish and chips, cooked just right.

Up behind Devonport there are places called No Where Else and Paradise. Places such as these had their signs removed during the war to confuse the enemy, in case they were invaded. I’m sure with the signs any enemy would have been none the wiser! The Forth Valley is mostly farming, with such vegetables as: beans, broccoli, onions, leeks celery, swedes, potatoes, cabbage, cauliflower, lettuce and pumpkin.

Glencoe, B&B

Glencoe, B&B

B&Bs are scattered, this taken out of the moving car, shows a sign for one of these where there is a famous French chef. They grow their own produce and the food is exquisite.


Poppy growing



Tasmania is the only Southern Hemisphere location where poppies are grown for the production of morphine, codeine and thebaine. Victoria has been threatening to start competing in this area, but Tasmanians are hoping to retain their monopoly.


Of course the conversation always wanders down memory lane, and my aunt’s long- term memory is in full swing.

Deloraine was where we met up with my mother’s only brother, Henry, (92) and his wife Anne. Eating out, my aunts, cousin and uncle are recognized wherever we go. Tasmania is such a friendly island with so many links.




Afterwards we went into the rural countryside behind Deloraine. (In the middle of no –where, where the search for the Tasmanian tiger still goes on). Here, there is now a place called 41degrees South where they farm salmon and grow ginseng, producing gourmet products with free tastings. Returning to the Highway we went to a place called the Creamery where they make ices of every description, dairy free! They were like the Italian gelati with a wide range of flavours. There too, of course, someone knew someone, and more discussions ensued in the Tasmanian way.

The rows of poplar trees were all golden and glowed in the sunshine with the blue of the mountain as a backdrop.

We didn’t stop at the cheese factory this time. The whole of Tasmania is catering to tourists and niche industries have struck up all over the island. It is certainly a place I’d recommend for a holiday, no matter what your interests are. Many artists and writers have settled in Tasmania as it retains a fresh and unspoilt feel.


Quote Prompt 2

‘I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.’ E.B. White

This quote describes the cleft stick that many feel torn between. Or, are we improving the world by staying positive and doing the work we enjoy?

My letters to politicians may be a very small token to improve the world. I guess I must content myself with small increments. Improving the soil quality in our garden and growing our own vegetables brings satisfaction and cleaner air! Keeping the house clean makes it better on a micro level. Those small tasks completed to retain a semblance of order avoid chaos.

I used to think when my own grandmother was very old sitting in a chair and becoming negative, if only she could be aware that her thoughts are important! Positivity is contagious and helpful. Where as the opposite is also contagious, and can depress and hurt those you love.

So, as I get older, I am trying to take my own advice and remember to smile, as it uses fewer muscles than a frown. As my father used to say, ‘If you can’t think of something positive to say, say nothing.’

George Bernard Shaw wrote wisely about happiness: ‘The secret of being miserable is to have leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not. The cure for it is occupation.’

An amusing Noel Coward quote to finish on: ‘I’ve brought you here to enjoy yourself and you’re bloody well going to.’ Mother to child at the seaside, Cavalcade.

This prompt is kindly suggested by myathiestblog., as an alternative prompt from WP.