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| Cullenswood Church near St Marys Tasmania |
Replace the feathers with a pair of tracky dacks and a tee shirt and that could be me......
I could see it all from up there....the very fancy estate next door or the duelling banjos property over the fence (and that's being nice!).
I can imagine myself sitting there (the rules are that NO ONE else is allowed up there with me; call up to ask if I'm alright; ask me the time; or what I can see; or other such tripe.......The point is...excuse the pun....that I could be that bird.....sitting there looking....looking at all the pieces that make up my life right now, they are all there...If I sat up on that steeple long enough, and some lovely soul brought me up a cuppa tea every now and then, I have great faith that just by allowing thoughts to happen, being open to them, the pieces of the puzzle will begin to move themselves around to their right alignment. This great force, whatever it is you want to label it......does have a plan........it is just so easy to get pissed off with what are pretty shitty periods of time which appear outside our control. My own journey seems like a never ending ride on a 1972 Landcruiser SWB 4WD over 600km of cattle train country. Not particularly comfortable, you have no idea where you are going, and you just want to get the heck off!!
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| Real tea, real teapot, real china tea cups! Everything is right with the world. |
PS::We had great meal for very little cost at Rosie's Cafe in Kettering....again! And real tea, in real china cups! Thanks.
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