Never smile at a crocodile?

I did and I survived

Day three of “chicks on holiday adventure in Darwin”

Wow what a day.

Adelaide river here we come. I loved the drive inland. Only a couple of hours. Great roads, easy driving. Peaceful! It was wakeful meditation.

Mum and I head out with to meet Captain Harry, a fervent conservationist on the Adelaide River to watch him feed the crocodiles, learn and just be in the croc moment.

I pre-warn them about my mums mobility problems. She was met and escorted onto a boat by Captain Harrys son Sean. I look at her with much love thinking jeez you’re a quick worker mum. “Look at you” I say to her, “you’ve got a man on your arm within five minutes of getting here.”

I’m about to meet mine, “the dominator”a 5 1/2 metre long 80 year old, more mums vintage but I was intrigued.

Harry told us “ we have to watch this one” he is an aggressive bugger, cranky, and will eat anyone or anything who comes into his patch.

Now Brutus, while still the old man at 100 years young, larger than the dominator, was reported to be gentle and beautiful, for a crocodile that was, he would reportedly pop his head up and look into the boat to see what was going on and if there was any food for him. Gentle and beautiful is more up my alley, At 100 he has barely any teeth left but could still crush you between his jaws mind you. I chose not to test out this theory! Who knows that song, “never smile at a crocodile? “

Well I did. I smiled at Brutus, I talked to Brutus. As I do, crazy animal lady, I talk to animals. I spoke to Brutus, I smiled at Brutus, I was enamoured by Brutus. I do believe Big old Brutus smiled back at me.

Or was that him sizing up his next meal?

Captain Harry did remind me, not to hang over the side of the boat as they may confuse me with food. Do I resemble a buffalo?

I was amazed by these creatures, there very size and magnificence. The dominator and Brutus were the stars of the day for me, We did meet a few others along our path, females only 2.5 metres, young males a mere 3.5 metres, tiny! A mother protecting her babies. She did at that. As we drifted into wards the bank, she flew through the water, up onto the bank and protected. A mother is a mother human or animal. The river calm, still and peaceful even in the moments as the croc approaches, silent, a splash as he erupts from the water and the smack of jaws slamming shut on a poor unsuspecting bird. They are quick!

Captain Harry shared his part of the river and it’s history, now in his 80s, he is still trying to protect crocodiles and their babies from the money makers exploiting these “protected” animals from government which allows egg collection and the use of their skins for the luxury goods industries.

In their efforts, they try to cover the nests of croc eggs so they are not in visible from overhead. The commissioned groups that fly overhead looking for nests. Crocodiles lay round 50 eggs, only once a year, these stealers of life, come in and take every single egg, not even even leaving a few for the poor mother. It’s heartbreaking what we do to animals. But you all know how I feel about that.

The day was fabulous backed up by a beer at the famous Humpty Doo Hotel. Most famous for its hamburgers, which I did not indulge in. Buffalo, Barramundi, and crocodile burgers were not for my palate. I scoured the menu for a vegan burger. Not one insight. But jeez that beer went down well.

Now I’m looking for Duncan, coz I need to have “a beer with Duncan me mate!”

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt – #writephoto

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The Book

January 12, excitedly the family moved into their new house. Yes it was old, perhaps little lacklustre, nothing that a coat of paint couldn’t fix, Jane mindfully making plans. It wasn’t perfect, who needed perfect, she thought. There needed to be changes to suit the family, in any case, it was going to be theirs.

Janes 2 sons and 2 dogs loved the rural setting with the large back yard, they were all so excited, It felt like home to ALL of them.

Jane knew they were going to be happy there.

With no spare cash for the renovations, a close family friend offered his help for free, together, they managed to get building materials at a very low cost.

One bedroom was converted into a bathroom and a wardrobe. Two bedrooms were left as they were, lastly, the dining room was completely renovated and turned into a third bedroom. This allowed the small three bedroom home to now have a built in wardrobe, two bathrooms and two toilets. Perfect. Nothing left to do in their little bit of paradise.

So they thought!

Kane yelled to his mum “ my homework isn’t here Mum, did you move it? No! Knowing that there was difference between how the boys look for items and how she does, they often laugh as Jane refers to this as ” a boys look & a Mums look” Jane shouts out “Can you look again” and have a Mums look” Jane chuckled to herself.

Between the two boys this was becoming a daily question. Where is this, where is that? Jane did begin to wonder “hmmm why are they always misplacing things” distracted? Too busy playing video games”? That’s just boys, Jane smiled as she thought affectionately about her 2 sons.

Two weeks later, after moving in, Jane started to get a niggling feeling that someone else was sharing her house. She kept her crazy thoughts to herself, though took action to remedy the situation the following day Jane purchased a smudge stick to cleanse her home of past negative energies, spirits or influences.

This is something she has done every time she moved into a new house.

Furthermore she relayed her kooky thoughts to a friend who is very knowledgeable about the spiritual world, deep down, wanting to hear ” don’t be silly, there is no such thing, you are imagining it”

Helen said “it sounds as if someone is stuck there, I can bring someone to clear your house” Jane nervously replied “okay, umm I’ll let you know if I really need it” hoping deep down the situation would sort itself out.

Reluctant to accept the offer, as that would be acknowledging that there really was something there. She left it be.

During the renovations, Cam, the family friend, was working in the bathroom. He was bent over the bench, when something brushed past him. Knowing Jane had two dogs, he presumed it was one of the dogs and never thought about it again. Then, it happened again, when he turned around there was no dogs.

Janes disturbing feelings continued. Always with a feeling that someone was behind her, watching her, when she was sitting watching TV at night, could not quite put her finger on it what it was, she just knew something did not feel quite right.

One night, having a chat to Cam, he said “I think you may have a ghost” Taking a sharp breath in, somewhat relieved but also shaky at the confirmation, replied “oh my god I have been thinking the same thing but thought you would think I was mad if I said it out loud”.

What she did know for certain, it was not here to hurt or scare her.

Further incidents continued to happen. Papers moved around, (the boys homework really was being moved) momentarily, she felt guilty, drawers would open, things would fall over, constant noises at night. It got to the stage where she was uncomfortable being in her own home by herself. She found herself staying elsewhere or asking friends to stay when her two sons were at their dad’s place.

Boston her big dog would sometimes just stop and stare unblinking at nothing. She knew he was staring at someone. Whoever it was didn’t scare him, he almost seemed intrigued.

One night, having been awoken about 2 am. She got up to go to the toilet, walking into the dark bathroom, where the first contact was made with Cam, something brushed against her leg.

Her automatic reaction was to brush it away. She kept walking towards the toilet, something gently stroked the length of her arm, again a quick swipe to brush away whatever had touched her. Her mind racing to justify what was happening. What’s that she thought? Not daring to speak. She sat down on the toilet, something gently stroke her left cheek. Could it be cobwebs yes, it must be cobwebs, there’s a spider in the bathroom. Arms flailing trying to brush the imagined cobwebs away, she jumped up, turning the light on, there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing, she stood frozen for a split second, trying to gather thoughts. She went back to bed, Jane didn’t sleep that night.

The next day she contacted Helen, “please send me your ladies phone number?”

It was a Friday afternoon, 3 pm, when Jane rang the lady, her name was Susan, Jane explained what had been happening. Susan usually has a fairly long waiting list to cleanse peoples houses, however after tuning in to Jane’s house, Susan said I’m coming tomorrow.

She arrived Saturday morning at 11 am.

On entering the house, Susan a lovely older woman , sweet grey-haired petite not what you expected. I am vision and a middle-aged woman with wild hair dressed in flowing layers smelling of patchouli. “Jane you have a really good positive vibe in this house”. “You have made it your home and it feels lovely.” “However you do have a visitor”, “she loves your home and your family”.

It was a lot to take in, Jane listened and could feel the spirits vibration.

A beautiful lady who had passed around the age of 50 years old, was the mischievous, lovely, extra guest. She loved the large windows at the back of the house, with the bucolic view.

“She loves watching your interaction with your family, she misses her own”.

The visitor loved to watch Jane in the bathroom doing her hair, putting her make up on, choosing what she would wear for the day.

She was mesmerized by Jane. The unpredictable guest did not want to leave.

Susan spoke silently to my guest and helped her to continue her journey over to the other side. Before she left the visit asked Susan to give Jane a gift.

She passed Susan a book written by Adele Basheer. Jane watched as Susan’s hands opened as if actually receiving a book. Adele Basheer writes inspirational quotes to live by. The book cover was green and it was about positivity and a yearning to live your life and realising your goals and dreams. Jane was deeply touched by the gesture and said thank you. Both Jane and Susan had a tear in their eye.

Susan told me I must go out and purchase that book.

Jane did look for the book, unfortunately she did not find it in any book shops. Sadly she forgot all about it. Jane never told a soul about that book.

Approximately 12 months prior, one of Jane’s little dogs had passed away. Jane was heartbroken. Helen her friend who recommended Susan, had bought her a gift. Jane never received or learned about this gift because Helen never gave it to her for one reason or another.

About 12 months after Susan cleared Janes house, with no further incidents, Jane went to have a reiki session with Helen. Entering the healing room, she sat in a chair as she waited for Helen. Facing a magnificent book shelf, a book caught her eye. She had so many beautiful books. However it was a particular green book that stood out.

Whether it was the colour, she wasn’t sure. Jane was about to walk over to have a look when Helen entered the room. Jane had a marvellous Reiki session that day, Afterwards, feeling relaxed they sat having a cup of chamomile tea in her kitchen, just chatting.

Talking at length about Buddhism, spirituality, energy, healing, spirits, the conversation led back 12 months ago to Jane’s house clearing. “Have you felt anything recently Jane? Do you feel it’s clear? Jane replied “there has been no more visitors or incidents Helen.” Which took Janes mind back to that day. She relived that moment, that day, with Helen, ending the conversation with “I never did get that book”.

Helen gasped loudly and ran from the kitchen. Returning with the green book Jane had been eyeing in the healing room.

Helen spoke excitedly “ I bought you this book when Meg died, I don’t even know why I didn’t give it to you at the time, perhaps timing wasn’t right. So here it is.

It was the book that Janes spirit asked her to read

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Challenges incorporated

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/prompts-april-28/

FOWC

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/27/lacklustre/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/26/marvelous/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/25/yearning/

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My weekend

I am fit, I am strong, my fabulous day job is a “Pilates instructor” and I love it.

Very rarely do I experience muscle soreness from the group classes that I instruct and consequently demonstrate the exercises.

DOMS Have you heard of this? Delayed onset muscle soreness. I very rarely feel muscle soreness. Have I said that already? yes, because it’s true. Except for today, the day after.

We did a lot of hamstrings (back of the thighs) yesterday. My Saturday mornings are very busy and it’s predominantly athletes, runners, swimmers, cyclists, triathletes, I even have some martial art black belts attend weekly. Thus we do very strong sessions and due to the large numbers I run two sessions back to back.

Now to add to this mix, today anyway, occasionally I help out a local catering company.

The events they cater for are amazing and when I say amazing, I mean out of this world amazing. So I get paid to work, (on my feet for a further 6 hours) plus have fun, socialise and save money, due to not spending somewhere else. Win win

So my day started at 7am, Finishing at the studio at 11:15 am I dashed straight over to the festival I was waitressing at. Home at 6pm to cook a roast veggie dish for a dinner party,

With sore feet and an exhausted body, veggies ready, I pulled my tray out the oven. Oh no, my exhausted arms could not hold on, I dropped it all over my new kitchen mat which I bought two days prior. Tears almost welled in my eyes.

I did see the funny side, took a photo and sent it to my dinner party crew. What next, yes okay that’s it, I decided to chop up a watermelon, yes a whole watermelon, popping it on to a plate, I carried out from the kitchen bench to another in preparation for move to the car. Guess what? Yesssss, I did, a whole sweet delicious watermelon smashed all over the floor.

Breadstick yes, what can I do to that? Bite the end off in hunger? Only I know the answer to that one. I say with a wink 😉

Leaving my house, better close the blinds, seriously? they fell down.

Scream 😱 I arrived at my dinner party bottle of red wine and a breadstick. Everyone decided everything comes in threes so my run of bad luck was over. Do you think so?

Get to bed around midnight after a lovely evening and a couple of glasses of my lovely red wine, exhausted, one of my kids is pocket dialing me at 5 am. No no no no this cannot be happening.

I did lay in bed for a little bit longer, of course my bladder wants to throw a spanned in the works, up I go to the toilet, only then I felt the soreness.

DOMS.

Back of my thighs so sore. Anyone who exercises and experiences that day after soreness will know what it’s like to go to the toilet. Sitting down and standing up. Who relates?

A walk, that will loosen me up. Grabbing a coffee to go, I take my three dogs in the car to head to the park. Now I know that’s not ideal to carry your coffee in hand and drive, that statement proved to be correct when a car pulled out in front of me, I slammed on the brake my little foxy terrier Ella went flying, my coffee went flying all over the windscreen and my legs, my American bulldog Gloria’s big boof head ended up between the two front seats.

All 3 of us survived, we continued on our journey. The park was busy, I was walking with a few girls I knew, between us about 10 dogs.

The 3 rescue pups & loves in my life

Our local dog park is amazing it’s full of bush and trees and creeks and with path Full of roots and branches sticking out of the ground so you have to watch your step.

Gloria disappeared, she can’t see very well consequently she she ended up with another group of people. Unaware, she followed them about 300 m in the opposite direction. I took off after her. I ran, I tripped, over a branch, landing hard flat on my face and cracking my rib cage on a large root . Winding myself, gasping for breath, pain on breathing and pride hurt. Oblivious to all the other aches and pain‘s I was going to feel in about two hours time.

I try very hard not to be a victim, however I was feeling a little sorry for myself at this stage. We get home without any further ado, and I make myself a smoothie bowl for my breakfast. Blended fruits topped with muesli and more fruit. Are you thinking what I know happened? Yes I wore it. Off to the shower I went for a cleanup. Take two. I enjoyed my breakfast.

As the day went on I started to look like someone who was about 100 years old. My usual perfect posture slightly bent over, a limp, I couldn’t use my hands, my rib cage hurts, I have a bruised right hand, a swollen middle finger on my left hand, my right knee is bruised and causing a limp. My right big toe is sore.

Can it get any Worse ha ha ha

My puffy swollen exhausted body is looking for a new day. A new weekend in fact.

Contract:

I the non-victim dreamer, hereby requires a new weekend. Starting afresh where everything will run smoothly and as planned. Money is no object, therefore not requiring her to work a second job. The caterer that she worked for in her parallel life is so amazing that he prepared her roast vegetable dish, freshly sliced watermelon packed into containers and placed in her drivers car to be chauffeured to the dinner party. She arrives home to a clean house, (always) where her three dogs do not play in the dirt resulting in floors that remain clean. (Always) lack of sleep and overwork are no longer a problem, the tired induced clumsiness in no problem.No bruises, no sore limbs, no wounded pride.

I will however accept my sore hamstrings. I know I earned them with a great workout and I will wear that pain with pride. I love a good workout.

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Who am I kidding I’m a realist. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday and it will all be but a memory as my new week begins. I wonder what I’ll fall over, drop, smash, spill next weekend. Ahh at least I’m laughing at myself.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/opposites-attract-challenge-april-6/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/puffy/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/03/word-prompt-memory/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/story-starter-challenge-april-6/

A letter to his teacher – I wish you could see him now

This is a repost from Chaotic Shapes. Please watch the video.

http://chaoticshapes.com/2019/03/21/shared-video-1/

School is not a measure of a persons success.

The grades a child receives in school does not define the child or his journey into adult hood, their passion does,.

Follow your heart, your instinct and trust.

As in this video these parents are told that their child is not very bright. I had the same experience when my son was in grade 3. Aged approximately seven or eight years old. The teacher said to his father and myself, just face it, the facts are your son is not very bright and he will struggle in life. I was shocked. She categorized my son at the age of eight years old. She made an opinion of my son and classified him as having no future. She defined him by his grades and made the decision that this was how he would perform in life. (A struggle) Thank God that we did not believe in her thoughts or her unvalidated opinion on our son. I feel sad at the thought of how many children’s lives she may have impacted on.

I felt let down by the system and the system did let my son and us down.

We took him to another school. They ( the teachers) believed in him.

As it turns out the classroom was not the best learning platform for him. Life and experience was. He is successful, he is intelligent, he is wise, he can recite facts that blow his audience away, he is funny, hilarious in fact. He is kind, compassionate, he is a hard worker and he is highly respected by his employer, his work colleagues, his peers and friends. He is passionate about life and is following his passion, he is making his mark on the world. He is amazing.

He is my son and I am proud.

I still remember that teacher.

A letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher,

You probably wouldn’t remember my family. I personally have never forgotten you. My beautiful son would not remember you either I am happy to say because we did not allow you to impact on his life.

Thirteen years ago you defined my son. An 8 year old who you blatantly classified as not very smart. I do not know if you were having a bad day, or that is your thoughts on children who learn through different processes, but, shame on your intolerance.

We all have different strengths and weakness, your own weakness did present itself very loudly that day.

However I do hope you found your way to kinder teaching methods, empathy and tolerance.

As it turns out you did us a favor, we removed our son from that school, where he went on to learn in healthier environment where he thrived and became the confident, capable young man he is today. You never took his power or ours.

If by some small chance you read this, I wish, I wish you could see him today.

Furthermore, I would like to say to you “I hope you found peace of mind and heart in your world”

Kind regards

A Proud Mum

#fowc

A New Beginning

A new day begins

Surrounded by clear black night

The coolness of the air

Wrapping us together

In a new love affair

Awaiting the new dawns glimpses

Through the darkness of the skies

The first light colors a secret to

only our eyes

Hues of grey, burgundy then red

Peaking through in the newness of

The morning

Whispering welcome

to the new day ahead

An artists palette is the view

Shades of bright yellow,

Then orange, pinks

and blue

The softness of the morning born

Like a piece of art

The sunrise, thy sky adorn

Another new day begins

Tucked together under

each other’s wings

A new love

A new beginning

#writephoto~Sue Vincent

#writephoto

Janette Bendle February 2019

What will tomorrow bring?

On a cliff I sit looking over treetops

The oceans waves and white crests

Jumping over each other

Crashing into one another

Like kids on dodgem cars

The trees trembling and shaking as the wind rushes through the bending branches

Threatening to break the weaker ones

I close my eyes

Listening

Viewing the world through my ears

Wind on the face

Cool

Gently pushing me backwards

I smile as I mindfully say

I’m staying

The roar in my ears is soft but evident

What else do my ears hear

The ocean

My eyes witnessed the game at play

as the waves leapt over

and into each other

Now my ears hear

No longer do I think of kids at play

In their dodgem cars

I hear nature

Playing a game

A perfect game

Rustling leaves

as the winds says hello

Leaves fall

Birds are chirping and shouting to their mates

Come share my branch

My ears and touch are sensing

Click click click

Bushes rustle with movement

My mind imagines a small furry animal

Making shelter from the wind

Footsteps walk the path

somewhere behind me

the panting of a dog,

it’s puff telling me it’s happy on his walk with his master

They do not interrupt my moment

I turn my face towards the sky

Through my closed eyes I see

A brightness

Is it the sun?

I feel it radiating infinite happiness into my mind, my heart and my soul.

Healing

I am in my happy place

Do I have to return?

Voices disconnect my moment, they are soft, then getting louder as they near me.

They moved nearer to the lady sitting on the bench

Shining with love and happiness at her moment on the sun

Did they see the light

It is beaming around me

In that split second it is gone

Their are so many more unique and beautiful moments awaiting me every day

What will tomorrow bring

I cannot wait

True beauty in our cruel world

This is the most beautiful photo depicting the emotional connection like humans. We all (animal and human) know emotions and we all feel love and pain.

Compassion and kindness

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