I have 1.5 dogs … that is one that is mine and one that officially belongs to my housemate but who adopts me the moment I’m around. She used to be my dog so I guess that explains it, or maybe she just likes hanging out with another female or maybe she remembers it was me who taught her to trust humans again after rescuing her from a house of abuse … whatever the reason she likes to sneak up onto my bed at night and curl up close.
She is getting on in age and last night she was unwell so I kept waking up to check on her… animals get under my skin, they seem so trusting and reliant on the kindness of humans and I feel the weight of that responsibility keenly.
When she returned from the vet (pumped with drugs) my own dog and I were heading off to the beach for a walk and she so wanted to come I put on her coat and let her … after all when I’m not going so well one day I don’t wont someone to tell me I can’t go and enjoy the great outdoors just so they can keep me alive a few more days in some indoor cage.
That’s one of the dilemmas people face isn’t it … can interfering be love? … can dictating to someone else ever be love?
Well Trixie-Pixie had a quiet day after her little outing and is much better tonight though there is a bit of a journey ahead. She gave me a deep and meaningful look when we got home, she seemed to say thank you for letting me put my paws in the sand, thank you for letting me watch the gulls wheel and breath in the salty air, thank you for love.
Spent an enjoyable afternoon beachcombing, headland walking and sand drawing with one of my grand-daughters at Cabins Beach, Mullaway on the New South Wales north coast. She threw herself into drawing with all the passion of Pro Hart.
© Margo Laidley-Scott.
Its a windy day today and the temperature has plummeted keeping me inside with my books and computer. But as dog owners know you can only ignore their expected faces and thumping tails for so long. Pulling on my thickest Parka as the twilight settled we ventured out onto the wild and windy beach a few quick strides from home.
As the dogs ran around I hunkered down behind a large pandanus tree and watched the waves being whipped into a frenzy of white horses. The ocean was busy rearranging the sand into the patterns of a raked zen garden, patterning swirls around recently exposed rocky outcrops. On the grassy verge between sand and road someone had lit a bonfire then abandoned it and I moved towards its promise of warmth.
There is something primordial about a fire at night fall, it quietens the soul and refreshes the spirit. I sat in the lee of a small sand dune, warming my face and hands. The flames twisted and turned in the burning branches before escaping with a shower of red sparks across the wind whipped sand. Normally the beach front has a steady stream of people but tonight it was deserted. Just myself, a couple of small dogs, an ocean in turmoil, dark clouds scudding across a deepening sky, and an ancient row of creaking banksia trees protesting at the force of the wind. I let myself go … one with the steady roll of the surf.
so what got me started with this blog idea, was i was lucky enough to be selected to blog at a local writers festival as part of a team of university media students where we got to exchange our purile attempts at writing for a free entry ticket.. not a bad deal on my behalf
the festival is held at an iconic Australian town called Byron Bay..some folk I’ve met overseas have heard of it as its quite a favourite with Hollywood celebrities .. even Paris Hilton has dropped by to eat at Rae’s on Watego’s and soak up the Australian sun
when i was there i saw a panel on memoir that included Jessica Watson, who at 16 sailed unassisted and non-stop around the world in 2010. her book True Spirit: The Aussie girl who took on the world is a great read and an inspiration to the rest of us to take that leap of faith and test ourselves in unknown waters, metaphorically and literally
if you want to check out my blog on her here is the link … there is probably a better way to insert it but for now thats the best i can do!
Hello there WordPress.. and hello cyber space
How is everyone out there in the cosmos…..
I am embarking on a personal quest and maybe others will find enjoyment in my ramblings and photographs.
It seems setting up and maintaining a blog will take lots of time. Though I am keen to catalogue my bird/animal/nature sightings it is inevitable that the great outdoors will beckon me away from the task so this may be a slow and steady assignment.
But hey its all about me, right. And now that I am unemployed (intentionally), single (by a series of unfortunate events that have actually played out ok) and I have become damn good at wasting time (between embarking on an Arts Degree), this will be a pleasant past time when the weather drives me indoors… so if anyone is listening then HI there and watch this space :D.