He – Red Capped Robin

I don’t know why my husband and I felt compelled to stop at the old cemetery on that fateful blustery day.  Maybe it was our shared sense of impending doom.  Maybe we were tempting fate.  We certainly didn’t go there to take photos.  So maybe it was intuition, a guiding hand.  The power of the robin.  He.  Red-capped robin. Read more

Sacred Lake

It has been a freezing wintry day in Canberra (Australia).  For a brief thirty seconds it managed to snow, but because I was too slow to get my coat and shoes on, I missed it.  Today I stayed indoors.  Even so, the cold soon got to me, so I decided to cook and went on a musical journey from America to Mongolia.  The two go together in my house.  I was very intrepid, listening to a few of the suggestions provided by that popular music streaming platform.  It was worth the effort.

It is nice to know that there is still much beauty to enjoy.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

The Changing Seasons – July 2019

July — Winter.  Fade to red.

I am the first to admit that July almost always represents the winter of my soul (not discontent; that would be going too far).  At this time of year my mind tends to dwell on the negative and by some unconscious impulse, I dress in mourning.  This year my existential July crisis has been exacerbated by some serious hypoglycemia incidents that I have suffered, leaving me wondering each night whether this will be the time I don’t wake up in the morning.  So I often don’t go to bed.  That’s tiring and ineffective.  My little dog also requires a full-time carer.  (That’s another story.  Also tiring).

You know that feeling when you are so tired that you think it wouldn’t be so bad if you died but, at the same time, you want to cling on to dear life because your family, friends and animals need you?  It is a conundrum.  (My apologies, ladies and gentlemen, this is turning out rather more solemn than I expected.  Also, Martha Kennedy has written a blog like this recently.  Bear with me.)  By some other unconscious impulse, I seek sanctuary outdoors.  Made glorious by the sun and wind.  (Sorry.  I couldn’t resist).  What did I learn? Read more

Is It Over Yet?

You may be wondering why I am sharing this particular song, ladies and gentlemen.  All will be revealed in a future post.  Consider this a prelude to, or perhaps the start of, my overdue July Changing Seasons post.  If dark themes and sad endings trouble you, rest assured that post will finish on a much lighter note. Resilience, a few birds, help from friends, etc, etc.

The feature image is a photo I took in the midst of an overnight hypoglycemic episode.  Because that is what you do instead of fixing said hypo.  In the good old days, I usually had to finish the brief I was writing first!  I know which I prefer.  I’m looking forward to getting a new insulin pump and possibly starting continuous glucose monitoring if my budget allows.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

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Our Home Away From Home Local

Our friends wonder why we don’t move to the country since my husband and I seem to spend more time in a neighbouring country town than we do in our own city.  Sometimes I wonder this myself.  I grew up in the country so I get a bit nostalgic for the “country life”.  However, we can enjoy both worlds, town and country, as it is only a 20 minute drive to our favourite country market. Read more

Dream Lover

When I first started blogging, I realised I had to take some photos to accompany my words.  Now, after nearly two years of blogging (how is that possible?), I search for words to accompany my photos.  This blogging business has also re-ignited my True Love’s passion for his own photography.  He hasn’t been this happy in a long time.  Maybe we will find what we are looking for someday. Read more