A quiet weekend

The view from the kitchen window in the afternoons, now that the sun is shining from a different angle. Such an amazing view. Can never find the right words to express my delight at this view every afternoon, where the light is changing from daytime to evening. It reminds me of the effect people see on Ayers rock, and even the light I saw on the mountains in the Flinders Ranges once! Well, I am sure it happens everywhere, but to me it is a very special sight and time of the year.
Talking of finding the right words and phrases. I have been reading the most wonderful book. It has taken me a long while to actually pick it up and get "into it". But now, devoid of other more tantalising choices, I am, well, I am hooked. This lady, Hannah Hinchman, is amazing. Her descriptions of life , her drawing, and nature rambles, in her journal "A Trail Through Leaves "(the journal as a path to place) are just so...mmm...can't quite find the right word. Clever? I so admire people who can write so well. She has a passage where she describes waking in the morning with a troubled spirit, and then later going for a long ramble in an isloated place, and how her thoughts and mood and feelings can get sifted through, analysed almost, during, and because of the walking! I have to quote some of the passage for you:

"Today, along with a heightened awareness of light and color, comes a sense of relief: I have arrived here, all is well. Time and events are no longer fragmented and jostling, alternately blurred and distinct. I no longer have the sensation of travelling down corridors of thought and entering isolated rooms of memory and projection, then struggling to return to the present. It's as though all the selves have come out in the open, revealed in a wide gracious, space.
And since all is revealed and accessible, however briefly, I can listen to the voice that spoke distress in the journal this morning. Several things fall into place, and with no fanfare, a sort of a solution appears, or at least a course of action......A change is wanted, but it's not the change of resolve, rather the subtle shift that results when lucidity replaces bafflement. There's a little click, like the knob of a dislocated joint slipping back into its housing".

I guess what I really admire about Hannah, is that not only does she use words so well, but she draws so beautifully too. It is an exceptional added element to this journal of hers. Oh to be so talented! As the front of the book describes, "an inspiration to journal keepers and commonplace -book-makers everywhere".

Back to this other world. My zygocactus are flowering. So cheerful, and colorful. And the cooktown orchid has taken a while, but is



finally opening! I will paste a photo of it in the sidebar for you!

Time to get back to the real world, and take Abbey for a stroll. She has been very good and patient today, while I caught up on lost sleep.
Oh and a nice chat to Jo. She was ok after a quiet weekend there too. After all the visitors from the past week, I think she was a little disappointed to have none this weekend. But she is looking forward to a baby shower being given in her honor next weekend, so that will be very special for her!