Walking

Following the Crow Song

13217164_10208374301688052_2122945924710784762_o Early sunset autumn

Early autumn and our sun begins setting around five.

We head out for a walk before the evening chill sets in.

My youngest son and daughter walk, then run, then walk.

Youngest is speedy, fluid, fast – he loves to run but not in competitions even when asked to consider the school cross country team.  Instead running is, moving like the wind, being in the moment of freedom.

My daughter sometimes wants to catch up, to attempt to pass the speedster, but he just turns the speed on and then playfully circles back to run and walk with her.

Their Dad and I walk behind, observing the siblings chat and race, and walk, as well as having our own chat.

There are cyclists everywhere on the track, some just ‘ting, ting’ others yell out ‘bike.’

The joggers count their kilometres and listen to their plugged in music. …

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Searching for Poems

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Ripple Poetry

Even when I am not writing
I am.

Seeing things like statues
in the park
makes me wonder
why they were put there.

A statue of  perhaps local Indigenous people
a family
at the water
is a tribute to first peoples
making them ever present.

Does it mourn the massacres
or celebrate their survival?

I need to find out more.

I like to stop
to photograph tiny details
like grasses of different
textures and maybe later
I will ask my friends who
know plants well – ‘What’s this one called?

I love the wildlife so close
everywhere in Brisbane city.
Someone was thoughtful at town planning
and valued keeping small pockets
of land for lakes
and ponds especially for the birds.

The swamp hens and the ibis are so close.

Sometimes one could
almost forget the traffic surrounds
and mini sky scrapers
going up and up.

Brisbane what is your…

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Jourama Falls

 

This weeks highlight was a trip to Jourama Falls on the way home from a medical appointment.

It was late afternoon, but being North Queensland still fairly warm.

My children weren’t that sure about the whole idea, but their Dad and I thought, come on let’s see how we go.

It was about a 50 minute walk there and back from the car park.

The walk was moderately difficult.

It was well paved, and had rubber grip mats on some of it.

I enjoyed photographing flowering cycads, the falls, and the river we walked over. Of course I was at the back of our walking party, as usual.

The final incline was hard work, but glimpses of the falls through the trees teased and motivated us to keep going.

Definitely a walk to have a drink bottle on; we were thankful for it, and had a good sip of fluid during the journey.

When we arrived at the falls, my youngest son thought they looked like Rivendale in the Hobbit.

We had just been to see it at the movies, so it was fresh in his mind.

The series of mini falls was very different from other falls we have seen in this area.

Was it worth the walk, I think so!

 

You can see more pics at my flickr space.

Walking Zombies

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Before he Slept

 

We are walking zombies, not parents, undertaking a ritualistic walking up and down, up and down, with our youngest child.

He just won’t sleep; even with dark circles under his eyes taking over his face.  He is such a cranky toddler.  Grizzle, grizzle, grizzle.

Awake again.  All night!

Nothing works.

This has been going on for months.

‘He just doesn’t sleep,’ we say to friends (all of them experienced parents) and distant family on the phone, and we receive a list of suggestions and many a sage nod.

‘Teething’

‘Burp him’

‘It’ll end soon, always does.’

But it doesn’t. His mouth is full of teeth.  His tummy rumbled.

He is not our first child, but our third, and we just know something isn’t right.  This has been going on for months!  A lack of sleep leads to indecisiveness amongst other things.  We can’t see a way out.  We are wrapped in the bandages of miscomprehension of most of what is going on around us.

My husband is increasingly scared he is going to make a mistake at the lab where he works on heart research.

Every suggested technique has been tried and we are on the verge of a sleep clinic book in.

One of my husband’s work colleagues, notices his dark circled eyes, asks a few questions, and finds out our story.   She passes him a number, tells him her story – her own cranky child treated by cranial osteopathy.

My husband is not averse to alternative therapies, but he is a scientist, and wonders how this method is going to work.

Being a sleepless parent makes you crazy, and he knows this is it, we have to branch out and try something beyond traditional medicine.

Driving to the cranial osteopath, we are full of hope.

I go in with youngest, as my husband takes our other two for a walk.

A few questions are asked, ‘How was he born?  How quickly?’

I answer, ‘Rapid, almost onto a concrete floor.’

He listens compassionately, whilst he gives the lightest touches to our son’s head.  Yet our son is screaming as if in absolute agony.  He does a little more and then stops.

‘That’s all for today.  He’ll sleep when you take him home straight away for a few hours. Bring him back in a week.’

It’s true.  He does.  Bliss.  Happier child, happier parents.

My husband can’t quite believe it – a sleeping child.  ‘What did he do?’

I explain and he reads the pamphlet.

Next time he asks for a treatment too, keen to understand why ‘I’m never going to sleep boy’ has suddenly turned into a cherub.

Seems our boy was born way too fast and had some kind of disturbance to his head on the way out, and it is gently being realigned.  There are charts and qualifications up on the wall.

After each treatment he sleeps through the night for longer blocks of time.

Our son, finally, is in truly healing hands.

Then comes our last visit, the osteopath now sends us forth again to be parents without needing him, ‘he should be okay now until he has growth spurts.’

Our child is more placid.  He sleeps soundly and sweetly and once we are used to this new found luxury, so do we.

We are no longer zombies.

 

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Now he sleeps well