Hot is hellish

Is there anything more unpleasant to the person who is adjusted to temperate weather than constant hot days and glorious hot sunshine. Yes it would be glorious without the temperature. The bamboo tells me first that it is distressed. The leaves shrivel to pin sized pathetic pale green pieces of distress. Yet to walk out there and hold a hose is almost to miserable to comprehend.
Maybe I shall wake around 5 am and be able to go out while it is warm but dark enough to not be so oppressive.
Almost the end of Summer and in it comes with a vengeance.
My body too is affected as are the plants. It aches, cramps and makes doing what is normal intolerable.
Oh for the blessing of safe steady rains again. May we yet have some filling of our catchment areas and may it be a normal winter with rains.
Of course one would always prefer Camelot rain........That which comes at night when we are snuggled safe into our cots and can listen to its soothing sound on the roof.
Oh the blessing of the desert blooming.
May this great south land yet have the abundance of water but in safe measure, yet in constant enough rhythms to enable us to gain on the drought, to recover and to even entrench on those desert areas. May we have the blessing of seeing the desert bloom.

And may our bodies and inner beings also know Divine refreshment of the Holy Spirit........May we reach to the desert around us with healing and refreshment as we overflow with the richness of living water.

Living in an altered time zone

It seems an impossibility to make my time zone equate to the one in which my physical being lives. I am somehow quite removed from the notions of living according to a normal clock routine now that I seldom actually must be at a certain place in a certain time.

It was with an amazing amount of shock that I saw the time 5 am pass my eyes as I turned off my bedside light last night.
But then, did it really matter.
Well I guess it does to those who want me to dress and join them for coffee.

blogged out

woe is I, for I have been locked out in the cold......lonely and speechless.
But blogger has triumphed and won through the barricades and I have a voice again.
What did I intend to say?
Well that remains a mystery for the margins of memory.
No doubt it was worthless, or it shall return in due time.

Another day another dollar, another year another birthday.

Well yesterday was meant to be a day of celebration, however it turned out to be a day governed by Asthma and a congested lung deciding that enough was enough.

Then a night that was comprised of 45 mins of sleep and the rest of the night devoted to attempting to sleep.

However I managed to be at Church on time to have final music rehearsal for the back up worship leading group. Just the best choice of songs.........so joyful to sing and one of the lovely old hymns with one of those top soprano notes that it is a joy to find one can still belt out with not just enthusiasm but correct pitch and sound.

So home to catch up on sleep.

Glorious gentle summer temperatures which was wonderful when spotlights are making the stage a hot place to be standing.

And then just enough coolness to pull up a quilt and gently catch up the nights lost sleep.

The washing out of the hidden things

Interesting to watch the news tonight and see the refuse that has come to our beaches from the recent flooding rains. Things which would remain hidden in dark places are now needing to be cleared by heavy machinery from our beaches to make them safe again.

How refreshing is rain! We feel it on our faces, we smell it in the air and we luxuriate in bed to listen to it on the roof.

How seldom do we use an umbrella compared to when I was much younger.
It matters so little today if hair is windblown and wet, crowned with a tiara of raindrops.

How glorious is the green of lawns that a week ago was loosing the battle and showing patches of yellow and brown. How seedlings of basil, baby tomato plants in a pot and a massed planting of impatiens which just were planted in serendipitous mode at just the right time.

We refresh our bodies with water as we bath and shower, but I wonder how often we consider the refreshing of our minds as they accumulate the type of hidden garbage and clutter released by the flooding rains.