When thinking of Norse god, Thor, I imagine thunder and lightening storms. Yesterday morning, in contrast, the journey to the station was gloriously lit by a light orange, pink, pale blue, wispy grey dawn.
Below a shot of one of my favourite views from the station. Glimpses of the heavens reflected in Saltwater Creek surrounded by silhouetted trees.
As the sky lightened with deeper reds and golds, I took a picture near Petrie station.
At the end of the day, whilst awaiting the arrival of the 4:20 to carry me home, thinking again of Thor, I captured a view of the platform, steel rails, and wall opposite.
This morning I used the double exposure filter to overlay the images in Google Snapseed to create the top image. I like the result.
Earth’s magnetism channeled through beings, Is it a catelyst for amassing? Maybe it arose after emancipation from a modest childhood And Mom’s mission of making do? Or perhaps a mammal’s natural need for nesting? Necessities and niceties for a fuzzy bunny to attract a big cat mate? Three score years of accepting, acquiring, accumulating. Even emigrating, moving interstate; a reluctance to release, relinquish and renounce as we ‘may need it one day’. As hour grains run faster, we the tiger and the rabbit reflect and act upon reality; The compulsion for conservation of capitalist commodities has contracted. Burdensome belongings bring joy no more. Deliberately we’re divesting, downsizing, disencumbering. With lightness of mind body and soul, We are distilling dreams to design a direct destination, Carefully eking out the remainder for our next stage of life.
Winnie-The-Pooh by A. A. Milne, illustrated by E. H. Shepherd was one of my first favourite childhood books. I won a paperback copy early in infant school for a hand painting picture. There was a commemorative ex libris inside the front cover detailing the award, my name, date, and class.
I was once described as being like Eeyore. The old gray stuffed donkey character. According to Wikipedia, ‘generally characterised as pessimistic, depressed, and anhedonic.’
I see myself more like Winnie-the-Pooh. ‘Despite being naïve and slow-witted, he is a friendly, thoughtful and sometimes insightful character who is always willing to help his friends and try his best.’ (Wikipedia)
Upon reflection, Pooh represents my usual optimistic self whereas Eeyore is an inner glum voice.
On Tuesday, my manager took me into a small meeting room for a ‘there’s nothing wrong’ discussion. I was momentarily lulled into a false sense of security. After a preamble of ‘change is a good thing’ and information I already knew, I learned of a reorganisation. In line with a company policy of a maximum of ten in a team, a need to build capability, and improve customer service, I was being moved to another team, the week after next.
I don’t operate well face to face when feeling threatened. Becoming a faun; externally, I appease and please, adopting a vulnerable and cautious stance despite inner turmoil. I expressed guarded displeasure then returned to my desk in stunned silence.
In the five and a half years with my current employer, I have worked in the same team, focussed on supporting clients back to state funded health roles after sustaining workplace injuries. During this time, I have experienced two challenging line managers and two wonderful ones. The uncertainty of a new manager, new team dynamics, and colleagues with limited knowledge and experience in supporting health clients felt overwhelming.
In engaging with change, I remind myself of Pooh’s sunny disposition, a source of comfort and inspiration. While uncertainty looms, I’ll lean on his resilience, turning negatives into positives and crafting strategies to adapt. Writing this post is my first small step toward accepting the shift and embracing the unknown. I still have a job, and I will navigate this chapter with optimism and determination. Change may be daunting, but it’s also a powerful catalyst for growth.
Bored with the mundane of copy paste updating and repetition that could be completed by optical character recognition and coding
Solving problems by identifying, sorting, and organising filaments of information into threads to plait into a rope to hold on to as we take steps toward a goal
Last night we saw the 2010 movie of the same name starring Cher, Christina Aguilera, Eric Dane, Cam Gogandet, Stanley Tucci, Alan Cumming, and Kristen Bell. Its rich dark moody basement club and apartment scenes evoked the feeling of bygone speakeasies, jazz clubs, and Liza Minnelli in the film Cabaret.
I was reminded of awe inspiring evenings in the back bar of the Imperial Hotel, Erskineville, Sydney in this century’s noughties and teenies. We were delighted by the performance of Mitzi Macintosh reenacting the Rocky Horror Show, The Sound of Music, and Little Shop of Horrors.
In other venues in Newtown, Kings Cross, and Darlinghurst we were wowed by the antics of Miss Effervescence (Effie to her friends), Verushka Darling, Tess Tickle, Chelsea Buns, Fahrenheit, Joyce Mange, Vanessa Wagner, Portia Turbo, Miss 3D, Simone Troy, Robyn Lee, Clair de Lune, Atlanta Georgia, Monique Kelly, and Polly Petrie.
Now that we live in Queensland we get our occasional drag queen fix at the Wickham Hotel, and Cloudland in Brisbane’s Fortitude Valley.
As children in the UK, we learned March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers.
In contrast in Australia, the first day of each third month marks the change of the seasons. September, 1st heralds Spring.
September, October were mostly dry, and November is living up to its stormy reputation. Compared with last year, it is more humid than I remember, more than 70% most days.
rain lilies
We enjoy the benefit of one of the previous owners of the house being keen gardeners. The wild irises and amaryllis have finished blooming.
fire star
They are succeeded by fire star orchids and dancing lady orchids.
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