Urban canopy is being destroyed more than replace.
I was happy to be back weeding in Wilson Reserve today. The birds sang and the soft spring sun filtered through the trees, warming my back and drying the damp spring soil. The spot we were working had been weeded many times before, so the trad (wandering jew-see post Trad February 2021) was under control. … Continue reading Angled Onion – Weeding and Eating
Pluck the day. Not seize it, but simply pluck it. I must force myself to open my eyes to the beauty around me. I arrived Down Under last week. They didn't require any tests, or even proof of vaccination, The trip was grueling but uneventful. No delays, no bad weather no missed planes. I flew … Continue reading Carpe Diem
"Twisted strands to a single center flow. Life is living."
Yesterday, Blackburn Lake, Melbourne, Australia, Reflections Looking at clouds up and down, reflections all around. The reflections are my memories, the good, the bad, and the ugly. A cliché that speaks truth. I love the concept that true happiness comes from solving problems. It seems the only constants in this world are change and problems. … Continue reading Happiness
The Resurrection by Patsy Buell Stierna Description at the end I feel Easter in my soul. It is life, death and rebirth. It begins on Ash Wednesday which brings home the fragile nature of our short stay on this planet. Some would say life is just decay and rebirth through the cycle of life and … Continue reading Resurrection – Easter
Unfinished Portrait of me by my mother Sheila Buchanan Buell It's been another extended week of editing. Going out pulling invasive weeds here in Australia, then locking myself up with my computer, with comments from my Beta Reader and my editor. Based on their feedback I pull out and plant more words into my memoir. … Continue reading Memoir Writing, Undressing My Soul
My second book Getting Beyond... is almost finished. It is about my marriage, and the problems that threatened it both mine and my husband's. Neither of us was perfect. Writing is rewriting. The moment I think I'm finished, and I share the rough draft, I see something is missing. Writing is rewriting, editing again, and … Continue reading Trepidation-no picture
My mother Sheila Buchanan Buell in a tree USA, 1955 Me living Mother's Dream, in a tree 2019, Australia The beginning of a weekly blog series comparing our lives and documenting the process of self-publishing my new book. Getting Beyond… My mother, Sheila Buchanan Buell was a victim. Born in Australia, but taken from her Australian … Continue reading My Mother, Myself
I woke up in the Sonesta Airport Hotel, where Delta had put me up when I missed my flight to Syndey. I’d had a nightmare about missing my flight in Syndey, never thinking the problem would be LAX. Refreshed and hungry, I went down to breakfast, but they weren’t open yet. I was stuck where … Continue reading Legs 3 & 4 to Australia, March 2-3-4 2022