The extraodinary ordinary

As I sit, propped up by a tree's thick trunk, I ponder the picture before me,

A visceral scene of ordinary life illuminated by the infectious heat of the day.

The white-framed light of indigo hanging intoxicatingly low above

Washes over the resplendent moment with a magical glow.

The skeletal arms of the tree enclose me beneath an umbrella of new life,

The fresh budding-green of the leaves lustrously transparent.

Damien's electric melodies in my ear punctuated pleasantly by the chorus of the crowds.

Enthused chatter of women walking by, the glimmer of their Punjabi suits dazzling.

Afghani men rowdy as they fly through the air on the volley-ball court.

Youthful girls with their pink fleshy parts exposed cackle rythmically.

Small boys chase their balls, screeching menacingly as they dance across the grass.

Dogs bark, birds sing, insects hum the chant of it all rousing some deafening swell of happiness within.

Caputring these moments of mundane remind me of how spectacular life can be.

becoming a mother

magpie in a blossom

Walking home today I spotted a magpie. A magpie in a blossom tree. The slick, inky blackness of the feathery foul was stark against the fragility of the delicate white blossom bloom. As the bird's bead like eyes turned towards me I felt myself shudder. A reaction to echo the teasing tension of my every sinew and reflect the frail flowers that framed the stained crow. The awkward harmony of the bud-like petals against the strong lines of the 'pies beak, upon a head held to the side as if questioning, imploring and gnawing at my very thoughts. Sharp talons clasped tightly upon the wiry branches looked to be sapping the last drop of life from the tree, from me. A sigh from the depths of my belly rippled out in to the sun-blushed air and hung moronically as time appeared to stand quite still. The moment broken only by the fall of a leaf from the blossom and a dewey tear from my cheek. 

Vole-sized victory

This is the moment I completed my ethics form, all 40+ pages of it. It was a moment of minute victory, worthy of celebration. In terms of self-motivation and determination one of the most challenging aspects of my studies so far. Next week I find out if my it passes the ethical screening. Fingers crossed.