The Foyer of The Bruce Mason Theatre. My babies are there until 29th jan 2010.

Words at last

One of those blue sky hot days is drawing to a close as the sun goes down over the grey green sea. It began with a stroll down to the village where I joined "The Cafe Society" for breakfast, not done as often since being retired. I then boarded a bus to town to have a look at "Flight of Fantasy"(show of paintings by my friend Caroline and I) which will only be there until Jan 29th. The bus was trembling with excited and thunderously noisy teenagers. Elderly passengers were smiling out of the corner of their mouths, probably remembering like me those crazy heady days of our own youth when our energy was high and we could make as much noise as a banshee and dance until dawn. These kids were on there way to the BIG DAY OUTand as I left the bus I wished the stressed out driver the best of luck.
How guilty I feel living this privilidged lifestyle whilst others far away struggle against natural disasters and lay crushed, broken,dead, hungry after a devistating earthquake. My mind also wanders to my friends and family on the other side of the globe where they have had to cope with unusual ammounts of snow, ice and freezing temperatures.
Here I am still here in my mid 60's and writing a blog, this is a strange place where I seem to speak to an empty screen and yet maybe it encompasses the whole world,maybe anyone will press a button and read my innermost thoughts that just pop out of my very own subconscious, gosh how magical is that? Quite a miracle really, you see when you live at the bottom of the world and your family have flown away to far off lands you can become quite cloistraphobic living with thoughts and feelings with no place to put them and so I have found coping skills by painting thoughts upon a canvas and now I have this wonderful pristine box on my screen where I can punch in words.