MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS…

This has been a week of extremes – sorrow and joy fighting in my life.  My beloved home town has been the victim of another tragedy – this time a tragedy of hate, as fifty people lost their lives in the Mosque shootings.  How do you understand this kind of hatred.  I cannot.

On the other hand, we have been visiting our cherished great-grandchildren, and it was so lovely to spend time with them, and to be welcomed by our family in Whakatane.  I pray that they will grow up in a world that has less hatred.  We do not need to hold to the same ideologies to love each other.

what happens
when the well
runs dry

 

 

SORRY…

… I’m not around much at the moment.  Thought you might like this photo:

and a little poem I wrote after seeing my license reapplication form.  Gob-smacked.

at a certain age
we are called upon
to renew our driver’s license

and bureaucracy
must sacrifice some trees
for their beloved forms

mainly straightforward
until I am asked to tick
male, female, or indeterminate

I ask you, at 75
I should have decided
what sex I am
by now…