Dexter's Lesson

I sit in the garden, watching Dexter climb in and out of the old dried out plants with not a care in his world. Maybe he heard the rustle of a field mouse and decided to explore. I would be too scared – it could be a spider or even worse, a snake!

He climbs over the old tree stump which is kept together only by the disintegrating outer bark. The inside of the stump is just a powder of broken-down bark and tree dust. Sad. This dust used to be the core of the tree.

Could this be a symbol of what I am now, as I sit in this garden, full of despair?

Is this the platform from which I must launch myself to embark on the journey of finding my ‘Authentic Self”, my Inner Child, - my ‘Mini Me’?

Dexter has moved onto another part of the garden now, still looking, still investigating. I wonder what he has found?

He struts off to another part of the garden, lies down to rest and basks in the rays of the sun. He lies a while and then he is off again, leaving the old stump and the dried out plants and wanders to another part of the garden, the part of the garden where the grass is green and plants survive.

He comes bounding back and lies down beside me, his story told.

Is this his lesson?
Is this why this little dog came so inexplicably into my life?

What if I am that old decrepit wasted tree stump? My core in tatters, like dust.

Old bark holding the ashes of my core together. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The time has come. I must transform myself and let the Phoenix rise again.

Dexter moves onto another part of the garden, still looking, still investigating.
I wonder what he has found?

Has he found the secret to life and has he, in his own little way, played out this scene to show me what it is all about.?

Pam
7th August 2005

Poem to Dexter

You came into our lives one day
Enriching our lives like never before
You were only three weeks old
Found discarded in a rubbish bin

We didn’t think you’d make it
But you proved us all wrong
Your strong spirit prevailed
As you wove your way into our lives

At first you looked like a tiny bat
On that dark, wet, freezing cold day
Your life blood flowed
And you grew stronger day by day

Your playful antics keep us on our toes
You are a little dog who gives us your all
We love you little Dexter
You are the epitome of Joy


Pam
March 2005

Sunset Beach

I walk along the beach
On broken shells
On the wet and dry sand
On a seaweed laden shore.

Waves rolling like white horses
Dashing to and fro
Rolling crashing receding
Intoxicating all that is near.

Reflecting light
From a shimmering setting sun
A golden ball slips
Lower and lower.

It hovers like a kite in flight
Then suddenly it is gone
It dips away and leaves behind
A sky of pink and blue

The dusk sets in as the clouds float by
The sky takes on the colours
From the light of the fading sun.
The colours dissipate.

It leaves behind an inky sky
The sun is gone ‘til the morrow
Blackness leads you back to the shore
The light celebration over for the night.

All that is now left
Is the a deserted beach
Waves still rolling like white horses
In the dark of the night.

Reality kicks in, dull and bleak
It is now a dark winter’s night
Clutching you in it’s unwelcome cold.
Edging you back home.

Back in your bed
You lie in the black inkiness of night
Your dreams hover over you
Then sweep you into the warm rose tinted light.

Out of the reality of the darkness
Dreams envelop, guiding you on
To the warm honey coloured images
Of the other life.

Escaping reality of your internal clock
It ticking freeing and guiding you
To the light of a timeless setting
Of the other life.

Dance and song all fill the air
Birds twitter, music fills the air.
Free from the darkness of the bleary night
Entangled in laughter and light.

Pam 16 July 2005

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler,

Long I stood and looked down one as far as I could -

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other,

As just as fair and having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step has trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

                                                                                                                - Robert Frost

Purple Reign / Rain

The drag home from work has just begun

Winding along side-roads avoiding the mad rush

Despite all the filth and crime

That lines the roads

There is a beauty that strikes one-

Flowering Jacarandas all along the way.

They bring life to the streets of my hellhole Joies

And ease the stress of the day as I gaze upon them

The purple sooths my eyes

And in turn my soul

There is a presence out there

Pretty purple flowers which line the way.

As each day moves from one to the next

The colourful flowers add more beauty and colourful zest

It eases the ache deep inside

Of the need to get away

There is a peacefulness they exude

The pretty purple flowers sustain me ‘til the next day

The season moves on and as time would

The pretty purple flowers have done all that they could.

They have budded and flowered and lived

But their job is now done

And they must wane like the moon

The pretty purple flowers give way for new life.

Then come the first rains of the summer

That taints the air with the smell of new grass

Then come the accompanying storms

That smashes all the flowers

Down to the ground

The pretty purple flowers have had their day.

The drag home from work still goes on

No longer hanging from the branches of their trees

Now the pretty purple flowers lie flattened on the ground

Smothering the pavement

In a deep carpet of spent blooms

Announcing the end of the purple reign.

Pam 2 June 2007

Greetings from South Africa

Hello,
I decided that it was about time I created my own blog - everyone seems to have one. So here goes. I'm not sure what topics will develop - maybe a mixture for interest. This is just for fun, so anything goes.
So long for now, Pam