|PELICANS ON THE RIVER AT URUNGA|
|ROBBIE AND HIS LITTLE LASS IN THE SAILABILITY ACCESS DINGHY||
VIEW TO NEWRY ISLAND FROM THE URUNGA BOAT RAMP
I had planned to stay home today after a full day out yesterday. I hear rumblings of people who found the Crazy Day and Markets not to their taste – for a variety of reasons.
I, myself, must have been in a more charitable phase of my life because I enjoyed both experiences. Some of it I enjoyed for frivolous reasons. I like seeing the local Pet Products Store people dressed in animal outfits. Large Chooks and Large Dogs amuse me. The sheer madness of a rather dour local shopkeeper whom I rarely see smile, wearing a completely Crazy outfit and still dour – well that amuses me too. I might be shallow or I might not. A few years back I did an online retreat in everyday life. It was an Ignatian retreat and very DEEP, very intense and at the end of 10 month’s meditations and contemplations I emerged deciding that it truly was better to roll around on the floor laughing.
Back to yesterday and my amused phase of life.
In addition to the frivolous and flippant pleasures of the day, I was very aware of the Good Stuff; of the Community and the Market System. Of the Young People and their music and crafted items. I sat for a time on the park bench that the LEAP kids built in 1996. I introduced my granddaughter to her first Markets and 3 female generations of US walked for hours. I saw the good man in my life stand at the gate for 2 hours with a bucket to help raise money for the YouthSpace to be set up in town.
I am back here after a decade slightly further North. Guess I was just glad to be home with fresh food, and sweet pumpkin pie. With the Nambucca Rainforest Nursery and its fine healthy plants that almost sing of purple fruits and birds coming to the gardens. My homecoming is perhaps a 60 year old’s integration of many years, many passions and passings. That might have softened my view of the weekend with a Gaussian Blur. Sometimes I need that on the acid etched years that are now gone. Mellow Yellow.
That was yesterday. Yesterday’s gone and today is almost passed – equally reminiscent and enjoyable for me. I am of the Depressive Variety of Human so golden days like these, especially in times when our own families are touched by some of the worst of the worst times, well, they are poignant and I am glad I was able to get up and out of my own self-created and inaccurate judgementalism – and simply go and watch the young beauty display her hooded capes for me, see the pelicans en masse at Urunga and the SAILURUNGA people with families and access dinghies out on the Kalang before wrapping up with a Urunga raiders Soccer Match at the Ovals with young men whom I haven’t seen since I taught them in primary school.
That was my weekend and Urunga won the Soccer. That was a bonus.
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