A MORE KINDLY LOOK AT THE PHOTO CHALLENGE ENTRIES FOR INDULGENT. THE ACTUAL LOOK AROUND THE BLOGS.

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INDULGE IN THIS !

THE YAAN : I took a bit more of a look around the Blogs today and found a few images I liked better. It’s a very interesting word “INDULGE” . I am beginning to understand it a  little more and have managed to see it through your eyes as well as mine.  Such a fine line between INDULGE and OVER-INDULGE.  I must have been in a bad mood last night because some of these Posts really work for me this evening. A couple of them are beautiful.

FAVOURITE INDULGENT POSTS.

http://justalillost.com/2012/02/24/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

http://ceeslifephotographyblog.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/022412-indulgence-6/

http://catbirdinoman.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

http://jobryantnz.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

http://ateliermadman.com/

http://lorely-writingfromtheedge.blogspot.com.au/2012/02/picture-it-in-your-own-words-indulge.html

http://nolawildandprecious.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/
http://theurgetowander.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

MY PROTESTING  PLACES.

http://methinksshedothprotest.wordpress.com/

http://methinksshedothprotestaustralia.wordpress.com/

http://methinksshedothprotest.blogspot.com.au/

A MORE KINDLY LOOK AT THE PHOTO CHALLENGE ENTRIES FOR INDULGENT.

WOMAN ON CENTTRAL RAILWAY STATION IN SYDNEY WITH HOMELESS MAN ASLEEP.

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It would be nice to see Politicos weep for the Intervention, the homeless, the pensioners without electricity, the people who can’t get their teeth fixed, the refugee boat that sinks, the little boys killed on the highways – anything human – rather than ” Who will I choose. My best friend Jules or my 2nd best friend Kev ? ”

I posted that today on Facebook. I don’t usually put anything political on my Profile. I have another site for that as well as two protest blogs. It was just on my mind that this man and others can weep for their own world and ruthlessly implement inhumane policies throughout the Land without one tear falling.

http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/political-news/albanese-still-haunted-by-coup-20120225-1tv56.html

I had two images with me when I wrote that little bit of idle thinking. One was of my sister on Central Railway Station where my Family has a long history. She was being treated for lung cancer and her prospects were poor. As she became more ill, we were still waiting for palliative care to come into the home and help, as promised. They didn’t come till she was in her final coma, near enough.  Beside her in this photo is a man we didn’t even see until I downloaded the image.

The other shot is one I took last October in Martin Place in Sydney. The business world was bustling out to lunch in high heels and suits. At a set of lights a wee lass with her mobile hot trotted it  across the road past a woman sitting on a low stool with all her possessions offering to shine shoes. I don’t think the wee lass saw the woman.

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IT WAS ONE WEEK LATER THAT MARTIN PLACE WAS OCCUPIED.

I don’t think many people saw that coming either.

I don’t write well politically and I don’t write well on contentious issues so I generally stay away from them but I DO know that there is a time for weeping and a time for not weeping.

Now for a new post about the TITLE of this one. Forgive me. I became distracted.  The self-indulgence of the Era in History which I have just survived can still do that to me.

26 FEBRUARY 2012 : SUNDAY, INDULGENT SUNDAY.

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SUNRISE FROM MY FRONT VERANDAH THIS WEEK.

THE YAAN. Morning to you all. As I said yesterday, this is a very occupied year for me – so far. There was a definite demarcation line between 2011 and 2012 at New Year. That’s something that doesn’t  always happen. Since then, life has been moving slightly faster than me. I guess it would look pretty tame to a lot of people but I have put much time and discipline into developing the pace of life which suits me well and I am a little startled at the acceleration. I drive a little old car – not really by choice, but its what I am now accustomed to it. 2012 is like someone popping me into a fine, brand new vehicle that takes off 0-100 in 10 seconds.

That said, here comes Sunday. A blank canvas before me. That’s what they say – a blank canvas. For the moment, the Gentleman and I  continue to dwell together, continuing to cohabit in our cottage and in essence simply are continuing. Its been a pretty funny week, all in all. Takes me back to the year’s meditation I once did on the Hill in Bilambil where every time I emerged from meditation, it was  with the clear inner instruction to ROLL AROUND ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING. I had expected some serious insights into the meaning of life but that was the only one that came – so I took it seriously.

This week has been like that. Lurching from one funny situation to another. The pumpkin vine is growing almost into the doorway now. The passionfruit is climbing up and over the roof but the local critters are snaffling the fruit before it ripens. I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of water gurgling. We had the plunger to hand but it made little difference.  The mobile phone began tinkling with incoming messages a few minutes later. They turned out to be Facebook operating on U.S.A. time and round about 2.30 a.m. we got up, made a cuppa and gave up on sleeping.

One of the Eungai people says it was probably a snake in the S bend and sure enough the next night, a large snake appeared at the back door.