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VISITORS

I am becoming more and more ill.  Barely walking. Very giddy

My thinking is very befogged. Headaches. I am now 87 kilos – down from 100 kgs.

Miss 5 came visiting. I love that. And then CathVS came and brought us take away lunch.

But now bed for me . I am so dizzy. Still vomiting and very frightened.

A VERY BIG TV

I had a phone call at 9am from Miss 5. She wanted me to go and see their new ENORMOUS TV. I put her off till later but one hour later I got a Video call from her so I gave up on my  sleepin and headed up. It IS enormous.

Today was heavy flooding in Sydney. It looked like it would here but it passed over us.

I am on a new antibiotic. The ulcer on my leg is not going away.

One step

Stop and lean

Rest

Another step.

A VISIT AND A DRIVE

Today I took a walk and went visiting. Had a great time. Home made pizza and toys and bubbles.  I vomited at the table this time and couldn’t even get up to move away. 

We went for a drive for school pickup and I was going to tap dance but became  too ill. Miss 8 loves her tap dance.

I cooked steamed vegies tonight. My favourite meal and I have not had it for ages. Its rare that I can last an entire meal preparation but I did tonight and I feel well. 

AT HOME IN THE RAIN

A rainy cool day. Phone calls with Arkue and then a surprise visit from the Girls and  their aunt and cousin. Just lovely. Got some food into me.Little bit. Little bit. Facetimed with Eden and now bed with the rain still falling. 

I drive out to Amoonguna to tell family he is right  I sit down with his Aunty, round the campfire, in the night         I ask her to explain the pelicans and the meaning of the sign  She laughs and whispers, 

‘Arrangkwe just 2 pelicans in the sky!’

ALI COBBY ECKERMANN


Poet’s Note: arrangkwe – (arrente word) means no, nothing, no-one

I live this strange small life of being almost entirely at home alone. Of eating almost no food at all. Of sleeping almost all of everyday. I am no longer at ease amongst other people – but I am deeply at ease within myself – most of the time. Of very little shopping or eating out. I graze from the vegies in the garden. 

Perhaps I am mixing a little piece of Nana in the Girls. One that they can each carry for the rest of their lives. Pieces of me passing into my Girl and my Boy. Perhaps I am dissolving. Shimmering as JB called it. And leaving them just some of the best of me. Perhaps one day they will use it. 

When I looked at Izzy lying in the dirt of the road, it seemed to me that his goodness and desire to be of good was simply more than his body could hold and it seemed to me that he had splintered into millions of shards of light and gone dancing off to all the people places and things that needed him.

As for me I do the opposite. I gradually fade away. Gradually shimmer to there is little left of Lynne in the world. I am now as fragile as the white hibiscus I loved at the Beachshack. Translucent.

FROM MY FRIEND KATHY EARSMAN.   SYLVAN SPRITES. 

Seeing Things

At dawn, when sunshine spills across the grass, 
my eye is drawn to fuzzy globes of light 
that float and flit on gauzy wings. They pass 
down low to skim the dandelions, their flight 
controlled, describing angles as they go 
criss-crossing rapidly without a pause 
which makes it hard to see them clearly, though 
here’s one that hovers near, defying laws 
of physics… Oh. It’s just a dragonfly. 
A pity, for I thought I’d seen the dance 
of sylvan sprites. Ah, Mother Nature’s sly: 
for where there’s prey there’ll always be a chance,
and here’s a tic-tac-toe of silver webs 
to catch the morning fairies by the legs. 



© Copyright 2002 Kathy Earsman

PERHAPS NOT EVEN A DRAGONFLY. PERHAPS THE SYLVAN SPRITE

STORMY SATURDAY

Well the spectacular exertion of yesterday left me in bed once more.Didn’t matter. Read the Lee Child book. Ate strawberries and tomatoes from the garden and a lettuce leaf.  My Eden people are on Facetime. Jaybee is carving and Poppy is doing something or other for her sister. Kathy is 19 today.

Jaybee recommended a book for me and I bought it on iBooks. Doesn’t appeal to me but he is my main source of new authors and he REALLY likes this one so I shall venture in.

Outside the weather is wet and a little wild. 

Inside is snug.

A WALK. A DRIVE. A TRIP TO THE PROV.

AND A STRANGE PACKAGE FROM NAWS.

I am rather better today. I walked to the Girls’ and celebrated Miss 5 and her next orientation for school next year. I went with them on school pickup and I even went into the Prov. 

I have been on Facetime with Eden all evening. 

And now I am preparing for bed.

ROSIES DAY AND A PICNIC

Each night I sit here, yearning for the words that would make some sense of what is happening to me but finding only scraps.

I dont know what is happening. Sometimes I think I am slowly dying. Slowly fading away. I am just SO ill and so weak and I have run out of any ideas about how to get help. 

So the days come and I cherish the hours – But I cant walk more than a few metres and I can’t play as I would like to do. At the moment I have head fuzz as well and am just so very sick.

Today, Miss 5 came for a picnic and we were so happy. We played in water and made potions and lotions and the enormity of the love still brings a couple of tear even hours later. I have a desire to call my boy. I dont know how long I can go on like this. 

I can play just a little. But I cant take her for a drive or go swimming. I want to go to Eden but I can’t face that trip. 

Most days and for the major part of every day, I am able to accept what I CAN DO and leave go of the rest – but today I am a little beaten and solemn. I vomit when I eat. I have pain in my side. My vision is blurred. And I keep thinking I am in a Farewelling. 

O God. My house is clean. I had a beautiful day. But I am so very sick.

JUST STAY BEATEN. JUST PLAIN GIVE UP.

QUIETLY

IN Bed. But most of you know that many of my days are IN BED.

I was able to get my daughter an early 40th birthday present. Well, she went and bought them and she looked happy.

It is sweet indeed to see one’s adult children happy. Mothering adults is a painful business as one’s own role in their lives changes and there is simply less and less to do for them.

So, today was sweet indeed. 

A GOOD WEEKEND

My brother and his husband come visiting this weekend and we had the sweetest of times. Happy times. We ate at the Federal and at Red Gum and it was true family love. We went to the Pool for the Morning and they both came to see my place which is looking particularly good with the hedge trimmed and my view restored  and the inside Cleaned. The hard times have brought us to  a kindly place as a family. Petty stuff just don’t matter any more. It never actually did.

Later today a Friend from Toormie came visiting and it is likewise with us. She has been very very ill since 2015 and we need few words to speak well with one another.