Although over the years I've let my feet roam, There will only ever be the one true home, It’s where the hills roll, and we drink too much tea,
Cracking the Spine
I had an epiphany the other day, as I studied my small library of masterpieces, each book sitting neatly in a row on my bookshelf; upright, smart and proud (much like a young Scout achieving another worthless badge in ‘knot-tying’, as he beams brightly towards his parent’s who stand in the crowd reflecting back at him).
An Alternative Beginning
The morning sun kissed their naked bodies, gently baking their soft skin, as they enjoyed the last of their sleep underneath the blossom. Eve awoke first. She sat up, yawned, and stretched her arms high above her head. She must have jostled Adam in the process, for he was not far behind, dragging his mind from his dreamworld into their reality.
We first spotted Goliath out in the bush on a cruisy, mid-week muster, just as the sun had reached its peak in the sky. Obviously, we didn’t know his real name. The sheer size of this scrub bull, trying desperately to hide his 7ft high frame and incredibly burly physique behind a measly saltbush, was enough to warrant the title. Goliath. For he truly was the biggest bull we’d seen yet.
The Marigold Club
The slowly cascading late-afternoon sun blasted through the office windows. Up here on the 24th floor the view truly was breathtaking. The clock was ticking. 3pm. 4pm. 4.30pm. 4.45pm. 4.55. 188.8.131.52...5pm. Finally. The usual rumbling of desk chairs begins, as they are slid out from underneath their occupants backsides, followed by the slamming of drawers, the hustle like rummaging of bags and coats, and the quickened footsteps of people evacuating the premises in their haste to begin the weekend.
The BA Meeting
Audio: Deep Blue BA Meeting #324 Transcribed: July 1, 2021 [00.00] Amahle: Good evening everybody. Hello there, I’m Amahle and I am the counsellor that will take us through tonight’s group session. So, to start off this week’s Biters Anonymous meeting, I would like to thank you and to welcome you all for making it down tonight, especially with the terrible weather we’ve been having. And I’d like to give a very warm welcome to the new face in the room. Would you like to introduce yourself?
My Inner Peace
When I read about this challenge, I almost decided to roll right past it and write something else completely. Not because of any lack of inner peace or mindful making activities, which we all have, whether we acknowledge them or not. It wasn’t because I didn’t have any good ideas on the subject either. It was solely based on what I’d read about meditation and mental health activities in the past.
Post Xmas Xmas Party
Santa Claus took one last look at himself in the mirror, dropped his head to the back of the cistern, and easily vacuumed up the other line of cocaine he’d cut himself up just a few minutes ago. He could instantly taste the 100% pure quality of the stuff (The President himself had personally given it to him, as a Christmas present of course), and it didn't take long for the usual dopamine charged euphoria to wash over him for what seemed like the thousandth time that evening.