029I am doubling up on the bench today. It is a very hot day and even young people were taking a break. As for me, my usual timidity kicked in and so I have my usual rear views of people who had been sitting on the bench. I was waiting in Bellingen outside the IGA for Kati B and the Baby.  It was on that Bench that a young man came up, lifted my hand to his lips, kissed it and called me Auntie.

032Today, a young fella was sitting there when I arrived. He had a guitar in a case, skateboard, suitcase on wheels and backpack. We chatted a while. He was hitching back up North to Brisbane to get rid of all his belongings and then to hitch around Australia. He had been in Brisbane during the Flood. He took my hand, shook it and said, “ My name is Jack.” Then off he went to Kombu to get some food for his hitching.  I love young people.


It was one quiet day in Bellingen. Very hot. Just Garbielle’s dog waiting while she shopped.

FEBRUARY 28 2011 : Day 59 : THE END OF SUMMER.



The summer days are fading, as they must
From endless hours to short and fleeting light
The bird’s once bright, immortal tune, now cries
A melancholy aura to the dusk
The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race
Before their wild and unchained days depart

Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck, USA.

The last day of February and of a Summer which truly didn’t go in any manner that I had expected. I love Summertime. For that reason, I lived further North from 2001 – 2009 where its warmer still. This Summer stayed cool until the last week or so. Sometimes cold-ish. It rained and rained and rained. The Capital City of Queensland flooded and houses and people were washed away as well as the ‘ Symbols of our modern city “ as the Premier said. The city of Christchurch was struck by an earthquake  in the very middle of the day and people are still buried in the rubble a week later. Hundreds dead.

My family whirled in and out of our place and the baby turned one. Then, just a week ago, my sister passed away. All through the Summer months and her last Christmas she had become increasingly ill and tiny. Poor wee thing. Seemed that the world wept for her. The skies and the heavens. She DID have the one last Christmas she wanted.

Kati B and her IMM moved houses and now we come to the last day of Summer somewhat daunted. I put Les Murray’s poem in the side column. I know a good few people who don’t like Les Murray but I do. And the ABSOLUTELY ORDINARY RAINBOW is to me a very decent thing to read.  I can sit still when I have read it and weep. I can sit still and gag on an attempted breath. When I read Les Murray, I feel no need whatsoever to ‘ recover’ quickly or rally to the ‘positive’ view of things. I have no obligation to measure my right to sorrow against the rights of others or the nature of the event.

The old howl of mourning  is mine to use as I will.

I see a woman, shining, stretch her hand
and shake as she receives the gift of weeping;
as many as follow her also receive it

and many weep for sheer acceptance

Les Murray.




Totems were vital in Aboriginal life, emphasising the close link between Aborigines and the spirit-world around them. Aborigines believed the world abounded with spirits, some friendly, some hostile. this belief led to explanations about the origin of human life, and also helped to explain what happened at death. Death was the end of physical life only, for a dead person’s spirit was then released from the body. It would make this way to a home in the sky with the spirit-ancestors, or to a spirit-centre such as a waterhole, where it could await rebirth in another human form. In some groups it was believed the spirit was carried across the sea to a land of the dead.


Death was a complex issue. Aborigines often believed there was another form of the dead person’s spirit, called the ‘trickster spirit’. this mischievous spirit sought to remain near the body and cause trouble. It was best not to disturb it. After mourning their loss, often with loud wailing and gashing of their bodies, the family members left the scene of death, though mourning ceremonies could still follow. To prevent arousing the trickster spirit, the use of the dead person’s name was avoided for a long time, possibly for ever. but there were often visible reminders of death, such as mound grave, a cremation site, or a tree-platform on which the body was placed, together with white clay and bark armlets worn by mourners. Graveposts were often erected. In northern Australia, where funeral rituals were important and prolonged, the graveposts of the Tiwi people on Bathurst and Melville Islands were grandly decorated, and were features of the sacred (Pukamani) mourning ceremonies held there.

And now we reach the last day of this Summer. The little girls are back at school. The heat has arrived and appointments are made. Not for me. I deal with that world as little as possible and at the end of this Summer, I have not made an appointment with anyone for anything. I am simply sitting here thinking about the Summer of 2010-2011.


The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race
Before their wild and unchained days depart.

Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck, USA.


There have been a lot of  butterflies and birds about all Summer as well and hopes I have held for a long time about the Family and the Beach and Swimming, well they all came into being.

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Summer clothes in Port Macquarie. Mowing with a chook.
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North Beach Pool.

Lady selling home made Xmas decorations at Markets.

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Blazing Sunrises. Christmas Days.


Nambucca Heads. Lots of Lorikeets.
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Hungry Head Lagoon. Bridge at Bellingen.
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The last day of January 2011.

Out at the swimming hole called the Promised Land in Gleniffer, west of Bellingen.

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Sarong Days. Wild and Unchained Days.
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Rosellas on the fence. Farewell, Summer.



Today I went to funkya@unkya, the markets down at Eungai. My family was there way back in the 1800s and distant cousins are still thereabouts as well as Neil Christopher.  Down at Unkya was a mosaic bench, the second one I have seen in the Nambucca. Its been a while since I have seen anyone sitting on the benches but I shall make some effort to focus on the people on benches. Perhaps even find the courage to talk to some Bench Sitters.

Today’s bench was set beside a Pizza oven. The pizzas were  $12 for a whole one. How good is that ? And what a splendid bench.


FEBRUARY 27 2011 : Day 58 : People deserve the truth.


People deserve the truth. They deserve honesty. The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it’s essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.  

Bruce Springsteen.



What: You abandon the story you’re working on, even though you know it’s brilliant and the idea is perfect but GODDAMN it is driving you insane for some reason.

Today will see the beginning of a restart for me. February is almost done. I am going to follow through on the GEM COLLECTION TOPICS and move into a different technique guide. I don’t know as yet what that will be but it will be a March Restart. I wrap the month up with PEOPLE DESERVE THE TRUTH.

I am not going to write much about that topic. Once again, I repeat the words I once read. “ Dishonesty makes  people afraid.”

Thanks to Max Barry for unknowingly providing me with the February theme. I surely did need it.Thanks to Me for making the Gem Collection from hours of hunting down the words I have needed for the days that come to me.

The Kookaburra who has been here for weeks is still up close to the house and looking at me now and then. I am giving up on the idea of February 2011, my dear Burra. Its really hot and I am really done in.  Let’s rest.

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