Dog snoring in sunrise’s early glow. Same coloured cat curled within her legs and snuggled into her softness, who could have ever believed it would be like this.
Meanwhile, people and parts of the world are aflame with misunderstandings, prejudice and pain. Armed combat reaches its tentacles ever outward. Were we really born for times like this?
Water gushes from a big fat pipe, pumped from over 100 metres below. Water thick with minerals and rock dust but still it keeps the plants and trees alive. Thank heaven for a liquid like this.
My shoe hangs from my foot kept safe by my toes curling upward. Who could imagine such a small act could illustrate our lives, everything hanging by a thread like this.
The coffee grinder whirls, the mini barista rumbles, the milk frother swirls, whilst the toaster lights up and turns bread to brown, crispy, crunchy, deliciousness slathered in butter and honey and I’m glad of a life like this.
The wasp breaks the silence, watch out, take care the noise alerts. Much like the news - a noise which instantly makes our stomachs lurch. Scenes from around the globe imprinted on our consciousness and who knew life would become like this.
Knees hurt, dog scratches, stiff legs and painful bones, does she deserve a life like this?
Pigs and piglets have been re-homed. The pig pen is eerily quiet. But a rest, a breather, a break from pig keeping was necessary. That doesn’t stop the farming genes from flexing their muscles as I wonder what else could take their place and I know, I was born for a life like this.
Pencil in hand, marks on the page, words that convey meaning and feeling. The cat creeping onto my shoulder, then into my lap, nudging my hand fluttering across the page as she disrupts my process. And, I’m nourished by a life like this.
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