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April 27 HOPEHOPE
 "Hope is the feeling you have,
that the feeling you have,
isn't permanent."
Jean Kerr
 Another weekend to bask in, inspite of catching a rotten head cold from my nephews on Anzac day, am sure will stay on top of the pace.
 Planning to go to a youth mosh pit tomorrow night. Am looking forward to hearing the bands and the motivational speakers. One of those speakers is a beautifully refined stunning young Year Twelve girl: a former student of mine. I will indeed feel privy to such a wonderful young inspirational witness.
Meanwhile, my heart and head goes out to Ms Guided, who lost her aunt to a tragic head on collision with a truck yesterday. Baby Harry survived intact. An amazing feat! You are such a brave and resourcefilled wonder, my lovely friend. We never know what each day will bring us. When we are at the bottom of the pit that can be the abyss-depends on how one perceives it-there is no other way out: only up.
    April 25 SOMETIMES...SOMETIMES
"Sometimes I feel I am everything,
I call that Love.
Sometimes I feel I am nothing,
I call that Wisdom.
Between Love and Wisdom
my life continuously flows"
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Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
 April 23 AND THE WAVES COME CRASHING IN...DREAMWORLD VERSUS REAL WORLD
Just when you think it will all be easy along comes the reality check that spins around on the solicitor's table. The sale of the old home on acreage becomes a nightmare yet again. It never had a good aura about it. Once I was informed of our wonderfully inherited two house lifestyle, twelve years ago, I wallowed in an abyss of confusion and bleak surrealism. Now, six years after leaving my former partner, I am now advised that A PARTITION APPLICATION FOR APPOINTMENT OF STATUTORY TRUSTEE FOR SALE is the only clear cut option for a 50-50 resolution. Nothing less for me thank you. Yes, Horatio, no matter what I do, I am "jibbing" you. Wake up to the harsh truth that your reality should be!!!
 Maybe it is and that may explain your eratic angry ripped off feeling. If you only knew the other way of living!!! Am not here to give you this time and energy, rather I am here for me and my children and everything I stand for.Don't you love the terminology that comes with the initial package wrapping! Worrisome and as long as it sounds, not to mention the stipulations that follow an hour's consultation.
$7,500 up front fees for the appointment of a trustee (solicitor/accountant) by the courts to execute the sale of the house. They will make sure it sells for market value.
At the end of three months of filing fees and court application procedures, the house is ready for sale. Where art thou Horatia? Will you see sense and strike a deal before all of this wrangling has to unfold? Yes, I believe in miraculous Divine intervention and perhaps I need to release it more to the Force that works through all things in life...Ours not to ask when or where but to trust in the how of it all.
The truth reveals itself again, Horatio, you cannot buy me out 'cos afterall you are on a meger $25,000 a year. Remember one of the zillionith delusiory schemes that you concocted to evade honouring your committments to your family. Well, here it comes crashing at you. Snap, crackle and hey presto, pop!
Will justice be done and will life take on a lull of ease for a change?
 Well, wish I could have Madame here next to me to cast that crystal ball a year down the track. Am too chicken to even attempt embracing that one yet! Where to from here, the sky is the limit, I hear Mother Earth screaming at me from the belly of that melting Eastern ocean. April 21 strong and weaketernally complex
 "Your biggest strength is
your biggest weakness"
and
"Your biggest weakness is
your biggest strength"
Tao
April 19 LOVE ... A RED, RED ROSEA Red, Red Rose O my luve's like a red, red rose. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And fare thee weel my only Luve!
April 15 NO WORRIES... Love is a many splintered thing...
Oh room of inequities
where is thy sting!
Ohhh.....ding...ping
to all salted impurities! Ah to those serenities
that lay entrenched;
mere etchings on that windchime,
gentle reminders of those ought to chime moments.
Dreaming...a mockery of friendship;
nightmares...of nonsubstance.
That carcass! A stance against embalming!
Burying it: the midnight hoot.
A return to work tomorrow-bounces off a platform of plenty of fabulous and fun moments that we had over the past ten days. We now call our new house , home and are growing to love it more and more. Its serene and character laden nature makes it easy to love. I have even launched on a furniture, art and light gallery expedition to assist with filling in the gaps around the place. Yes, I need to save lots but yeah it is possible. This week sees me launching on the rocket of blasting off some initial plans for the final settlement of our old home. Could be tricky but it all needs wrapping up. Am sure I can do it, no matter how daunting it seems. Have a great week folks...prayers and hugs xoxoxo April 10 YOUR SON IS HEREYour Son Is Here...
Your Son Is Here
A nurse took the tired, anxious
serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed.All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward,holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited. Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her. "Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered. "No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life." "Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" "I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sickto tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
April 07 strong versus strengthTHE POWER OF INTEGRITY
 One Solitary Life
Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office.
He never owned a home. He never set foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He had no credentials but Himself. While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying -- and that was His coat. When He was dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the centerpiece of the human race and the leader of progress. I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that ever were built, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as that One Solitary Life. by James A. Francis .................................................
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FOR THE STRONG WOMAN..
A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape...but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape... A strong woman isn't afraid of anything...but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear... A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her...but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone... A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future...a woman of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be God's blessings and capitalizes on them... A strong woman walks sure-footedly...but a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls... A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face...but a woman of strength wears grace... A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey...but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong... Am back folks and, yes, missed the cyber activity so much. As you can see am also finding it hard to get used to the new blog adventures that I planned two months ago. Have been on a fast from the online thing for awhile now.Putting it down to my Lenten fast that just happened. Don't you love how we can justify anything with the good hand of hindinsight to follow.
Happy to report survived the house move from hell. Our new house has suddenly taken on that dreamed about home look. Hence, all normality has almost returned to the cocoon except the mistress of the nest has abandoned homemaking skills for the gals party hammock.
Day two of the holidays sees me waving MsGuided off with Patrick, her baby for the weekend. Patrick, the dog from hell, almost had us flipping into fits of numus late evening. MsGuided and myself arrived home after a wild night of dress ups and all of the other perks of a night of girls on party bloc, to find that Patrick, the neighbour's dog, that MsGuided was babysitting, decided to race off for a wild fling too. He was not a good boy at that moment. However, he compensated for it by settling into a gals night in. Meanwhile MsGuided and moi decided we needed some free radicals to float around that polluted system of ours. So we indulged in the fav Turkish bread, smoked salmon ala rocket salad with dashings of Tasmanian double brie and mini capers. Followed with wild berries ala creme frache.
Of course, this was sprinkled with fabulous Australian red wine as recommended by the young guy in our fav bottle shop. It served the perfect purpose for a dreaded but realistic recollection of our mad dress up party from last night. And yes we had gals caught on cam dressed in prima donna outfits moments along with numerous interludes of forbidden moments of wild escapism to account for. Not to mention the texts and phone calls that happened in the nondancing/prancing moments. "Ouch...did I really send that text at that time?" was to be heard on more than one occasion. Maybe we need to hurl those fones to the land of brain cell hell on moments like this!!! Thankfully, the vino continued to flow as did all other crazed moments of fun making.
Slainte to surviving from a month of bizzare strippings of the human spirit to a renaissance of fun making. Hence, my reflections on a woman of strength. Guys, this applies just as much to you too. Oh vanity of vanities, I hear you mutter...that is me folk but I really feel that I can survive anything now. Passing that furnace of endurance yet again does leave one feeling like life does go on. Perhaps the saga that goes with housemoving has its long term benefits. Working hard and playing hard does have its upsides. Here s to holidays folks and Easter blessings
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