bunnitos

When I was young there was a great big tall tree in our backyard, much taller than our house. I used to climb right to the top and sit in a fork of the branches there. It was a difficult climb for me, especially reaching the first branch which was far above my head. It scared me but I’d climb up anyway. The tree would sway on the way up and the branches were thin. When I reached the top I’d sit there, with the tree swaying back and forth and I’d just let all the words run through my head and away into the sky. If it was daylight I’d search for shapes in the clouds. If it was dark I’d just stare at the stars until they blurred and coloured. I miss that tree and it’s long gone but last night I found those stars again.

I met fengshuiguy’s mother last weekend. She was lovely and it was great to meet her. She was very happy to see both me and fengshuiguy. He is so very doting on her, so caring. We had lunch at the Coffee Club and then wandered around the Centenary Lakes park. There were flocks of white cockatoos flying about and dotting the trees like fruit. All in all, a lovely woman and a lovely day.

I want to meet her because she’s the mother of the most important person in the world.

I have moved out to suburbia, it’s a scary place, so quiet, so noisy, so strange. People are distant and too close all at once. I feel isolated by distance and difference. I find it difficult to leave the house. And yet, there’s magic here… Down the end of my street a white guinea pig is living in a series of burrows it has dug beneath a shrub. People who pass by leave food and water for it. I wander what would happen if I followed the white guinea pig?