The eclectic life and creative writings of a horse whisperer
Friends of mine, Megan Bayliss and Char Paul have started an innovative hobby business that collects junk from householders, businesses and manufacturers: The Junk Wave. An excellent service to keep junk out of landfill, the ladies will pick up your junk (within Cairns), clean it, categorise and repack it for early childhood centers and artists. BRILLIANT idea!
The Junk Wave‘s mission that they chose to accept: To reuse and recycle one piece of trash and treasure at a time. [Read more...]
Photo Credit - Thenys
There was nothing usual about the way the days events unfolded. It was perfect weather. The tropic’s in the spring could turn on the best sunny days with a hint of a cool breeze.
That Morning – I had agreed to drop a letter off for my brother to a place where I knew that someone else would be.
I saw a man dance, in the dark of night.
His feet kicking up dust to the unique sound of the clapping sticks.
His body molded in poise as he told his dream time story.
He is the custodian of this land.
This is Megan from The Junk Wave. Julie is having trouble with her system and asked me to post a brief message to let people know she is working behind the scenes with technical problems. She continues writing and will post as soon as the system errors are fixed.
Photo Credit - Clemmesen
I remember the smell of the wet dirt as it rumbled its way down the hill. It left a poignant lingering in my nostrils. The ground I stood on trembled as the earth shook under the enormous weight of the hillside collapsing. The thrashing and crashing was like an amputation without anaesthetic; arms were torn off trees and birds flew from the slaughter. [Read more...]
Where ever you may be in the world, I wish you the best season of love, joy and peace.
As for me…..I have a few days off work and am using them to catch up with local family and friends and soak up all that tropical far north Queensland offers for a mango and frangapanni air filled Christmas.
Be safe, be kind.
J
“Excuse me…but I think that fish is dead,” Eli said.
Eli directed the keepers attention to a fish floating upside down.
The keeper, a mid aged woman with nicely tanned skin, giggled through her brown hand.
“Oh no that’s just a lion fish, they do that sometimes, if they feel threatened they flip over.” [Read more...]
What fascinates me – is that animals are drawn to me and always have been. I’m not talking about the type of being drawn to where you sit down with a nice bucket of hot chips and you get swamped by a flock of seagulls. No, this is more profound.
A few years ago I was part of an annual muster in rounding up about 100 wild horses. [Read more...]
The old truck rattled down the road, it had seen better days. Half the floor was missing, the drivers door was held closed with a piece of wire and the wipers didn’t work properly. Why and how I never got pulled over by the cops all those times, I’ll never know.
A favourite past times on the farm was catching a feed of gilgies (Noongar Aborigine word for fresh water crayfish).
Now there is a method to this so pay attention.
Take a left over piece of meat or meat scrap and then using a long length of baling twine attach the meat to one end.
Then toss that into the dam securing the another end by tying it onto a small stone.
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