when i'm sixty four

"will you still need me, will you still feed me?"

i remember way back when ...
sixty four sounded unthinkable! i mean one is well past it by that age, practically one foot in the grave!

ah the perception and misperception of age and aging.

come september the reef turns sixty four!

i don't feel sixty four, i don't even feel fifty ... fifty is a grown up number, definitely not to be considered by one who fancies themselves a wolf and has their own imaginary herd of horses which follows them around.

so today me, myself, the ever young, decided to have a bit of a hack at the really tall weeds in the back garden.
the trouble with over grown gardens is that one can't really be sure about the footing to be found beneath the virulent growth. how, you may ask, do you know that the growth is virulent?
quick answer - because i darn well landed in it!!
missed my footing, tumbled to the green and muddy ground, quite by chance hitting my chin on a half brick covered by stinging nettles. ouch!

i now have a burning lump on my chin and muddy knees. fortunately no one was around to witness my untimely descent into the weed pit so i am still able to cling to a few shreds of my tattered dignity.

i would really like to make it to my eighty fifth birthday so i turned my back on the weeds and determined to watch 'Hunderby' on the tv instead.

the road home

summer is on the wane
the long light almost forgotten
i travel home
first the A77 skirting Ayr
with ubiquitous traffic circles
city speed limits and lights
slow down through Minishant
with pub and parked cars
and dive into the country dark
the road home winds
careless and eccentric
as good country roads do
a big half moon hangs heavy
almost hidden by dark cloud outline
glowing not gold or silver
but with the sweetness of burnished brass
the road home is long and lonely
the dark seldom broken by fellow travellers
on their way to elsewhere
my eyes track the light exposed tarmac
watching, wary, for fox and rabbit
at times tall trees reach out
and touch each other
with their summer green arch
my heart sings
of love and forever together
my memory reaches for her smile
the light in her
which shines for me
i feel the future of us
and i am joyously content

Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann 

three feet high

there is something very right about this place where i find myself. i awake knowing exactly where i am! in my previous abode i would often wake confused and wondering where the hell i was. why? i have no idea ...
here, in my new home, there is much to do and so much to be thankful for.
does it really matter that the weeds in the back garden are perhaps three feet high?

waiting for the sky man

he called and said he would be here about ten, that point in time passed half an hour ago and no sign of a sky van.
patience ...

so far, i like dailly, today is our second sunshiny day - always a good omen.
so there we have it, i like dailly despite the fact that my children have not finished vacating the premises. not even nearly!
so my furniture, boxes, stuff ...jammed higgledy piggledy where ever we could find a free space.
i live in the hope that some time in the not so distant future all their worldly goods will disappear off to their new home in girvan!

in the mean time ...
three days without sky, three days without TV. all those olympian efforts i am missing!
come on sky man, even if your name is not Bob ..." you can do it!"

and so ...

i came to dailly.

small country village set in the lush,  green south ayrshire hills.

i told my kids ...
"i'm going to plant a cherry tree and you can bury my ashes under it's branches."
the nomad is tired of moving!

the power of losing!

"Losing an illusion makes you wiser than finding a truth."
~Ludwig Boerne

how many times?

how many times can i begin again?

i guess ... as many times as i can pick myself up and dust myself off.

of course i could just lanquish there, in the dust. but, how much fun would that be?

besides, if you lie in the dust too long, you become invisible. the next thing you know, feet are walking all over you. leaving dusty footprints! not my style.

so i will begin again. a new begining, a fresh white page,  the very thought brings a frisson of excitement.

what new adventure awaits, will this old wolf once more find words to share?

is there a delicious and delectable lady wolf out there in the world, just waiting and wishing to hear the seeking howl of a searching soul mate...

the full moon hangs bright in the sky tonight. fleetingly hidden by the occasional dark cloud scudding by.

light and shadow.

illumination!

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Illumination, an observable property and effect of light, may also refer to:

• Illumination (lighting), the use of light sources
• Illumination (image), the use of light and shadow in art
• Illumination (manuscript), the artistic decoration of hand-written texts
• Global illumination, algorithms used in computer graphics to add realistic lighting to 3D scenes
• Light (theology) - Illumination in theological terms, is spiritual information or wisdom, as transmitted through spiritual means such as through divine presence