Sun Day

I attempt to get a calmer outlook on life by putting on my new yoga DVD.  A few downward dogs and cobras later, I attempt a wobbly tree pose and feel ready to say “Hi” to the Sun. I am feeling rejuvenated and ready to start my day – ok it is 2pm and my day actually started quite a few hours earlier but I had to get other things out of the way first like the washing and shopping and getting my roots done didn’t I? Oh and did I mention that I am on a fast day and need to keep my mind off what’s in the fridge?

I get a call from a friend and go for a walk along the beach.  I don’t know if it’s the lack of food but I see yoga poses in the sky…


Fighting Back

A jab in the arm, to ward off the flu
A second of pain then we’re through;
I can’t afford to be off with the lurgy,
This year I shall enjoy my faux turkey!
There are plans afoot so I better be well
To enjoy the festivities come Heaven or Hell.
The children at school get all the bugs
They pass them on – along with their hugs,
their coughs, their colds, red noses and slime.
They’re contagious I’m told, just give ‘em time…
Sneezing all over the classroom you see,
Their books and tables and worst of all me!

Scanning for aberrant cells

Sitting in a waiting room filled with patients of the opposite gender must be quite hard. Everybody gives each other a smile of support however and they must have passed on positive vibes as the results were negative.  A silent sigh of relief is audible from the other end of the hospital I am sure.


The roads are sombrely quiet –

everyone must be at the great

Bestival Party on the Hill.

Mixed emotions swirl like chronic

indigestion when I start to

think about what tomorrow brings.

First a trip to the hospital

promises a tense waiting time

while a meeting with a friend not

seen for months shines up ahead like

a longed for lantern in the gloom.

Six for Saturday


  • Mixed emotions this week – hard work!
  • Families reunite – happiness, celebration, conflict…predictable.
  • Four score years – reason to celebrate!!
  • Results come in pairs – others intervene…
  • Loving someone, not always liking them…
  • Scan needed. Fear starts to bubble…

Having eggs of a non free-ranging variety

To have to sit

in a waiting room full

of blooming abundance –

on seats, up walls –

like a hothouse

incubating fragile,

exotic blooms;

an antenatal clinic


fertility in all its


must be hard enough…

but to be faced

with a doctor who has

no clue

about your condition;


no advice,

no support,

who hasn’t even looked

at your notes – well,

that’s heart-breaking

when you are only

16 years old.


Family planning

Sometimes you think that the future is all mapped out. How quickly this can change.
The start of a new life (often something taken for granted – or even thought of as an inconvenience to be delayed until the appropriate time) is suddenly in question. The next generation now has a transparency to it. The image has become less clear, as if the sun of today dazzles and distorts the eye; providing a shimmering, illusory quality. Like a mirage.
Tomorrow an ultrasound may make the picture a little clearer…and that in itself may paint the future in a different hue.

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