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Each Day a New Dawning

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  I’ll be 78 in Feb 2023...unthinkable, truly! I look at others around my age, and I am concerned...how will this physical body last the TIME to fulfill every dream I have?   And yet I feel like my life is just beginning, each new day a dawning of a new experience, a new opportunity, new lessons, a new time. We think we are repeating the old, but when we find a situation that we don't know how to handle, are the lessons we have learned of yesterday able to help us today? We are the divine travelers, reaching for eternity!   I am reminded of a poem I wrote when I first came to live in Leichhardt, QLD in Jan 1994. I had already spent the previous 14 years with impaired energy and mobility issues, and gradually my health declined to such an extent where I was bedridden and needed the use of an electric wheelchair. The house I had been renting in Ipswich was not suitable anymore. I had been diagnosed with Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/ Fybromyalgia and severe osteo-arthritic back and k
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The Longing of Love

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How can I plant flowers i n a garden full of weeds? And even if they grow how can I see them? *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  * Once again I'm reminded that feeling this breath of life is my first joy: whatever else I seek cannot compare to this *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  * I witness the aqua-blue of ocean against the cerulean-blue of sky they touch each other with fond appreciation *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  * In the aftermath of confusion clarity is sacred. In the midst of a tempest the sun brings calm. *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  * Cold sea water, all of me immersed in salt and foam. Autumn touches the morning light and I feel refreshed, reborn. *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  * The immovable in me needs change each day is ripe for gathering The heart thrives by flaming the fire for the longing of love. *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *
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About ME - Introduction

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I've just had to give up my previous Website 'Parnas-sus.com' as it was becoming too difficult to manage. A petty as my niece Astrid Kuenne did such a fantastic job at designing it for me. So here I am back to my my old Blogsite 'Ramblings' and perhaps in the future I'll change the name to something more exciting. But the meaning of this word does capture my intention.... 'If you  describe  a speech or piece of writing as someone's  ra mblings , you are  saying  that it is meaningless because the person who said or wrote it was very confused or  insane ' However, for me it is more about having the freedom to write on any subject that comes to mind, a poem, a song, a narrative, a personal story etc.....without a time sequence. A friend of mine refers to these stories as 'Vignettes'...quite like the comparison. 'A  vignette  is a short  description , picture, or piece of acting which  expresses  very  clearly   and neatly the  typical  char
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Before and After - my Amaroo

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   In the midst of the chaos of our civilization -  our jobs, relationships with family and loved ones, health problems, prayer & meditation,, ...I stand and balance this feeling of LIFE and try not to loose myself...to find myself, to bring forth the better qualities of my personality. Often it's done by mentally preparing myself, or through self-reflection whilst witnessing the thoughts that spread around me and through me whilst diving into silence. In the preparation for attending an event with my teacher Prem Rawat I am consumed with organizing all the 'things' that I have to take to keep this body alive and well: wheelchair, mobility scooter, walking sticks.....appropriate clothing.....then the essential food items and natural products & medicine. I spend months preparing to help my friends from overseas to be able to camp on site, making sure they are as comfortable as possible. I arrange with my oldest daughter & partner to borrow their caravan, and make
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The Mirror

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I use a mirror to see myself - a camera to take pictures of all my life experiences and of other people's experiences.  A notebook to write down all the events of my life - and finally through the arts to express my longing for love and fulfillment. This aging process is challenging, pressing, losing the will to plan ahead, sometimes empty, friends leave us and depart, and we are left with the present moment of our lives...memories that seem to stay on forever, wrongdoings, precious moments, a string of memories that keep us awake at night. I've come to the Sunshine Coast to take control, to mark time, to be present. When I am near the ocean, I feel that. Nothing is important, just to breathe the sea air, feel that volatile wind,  touch the sand with the souls of your feet, and the merging with the water - feeling our ancestral fish-fins take us deeper into an embryonic fluid that feels like home. Ipswich for me was a town that reminded me of my days in Amsterdam as a teenager;
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You Are Blessed

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Know the divine is inside of you be thankful for this life I hope you have tolerance left in you to hear the truth for when the truth is actually told it is the sweetest thing on planet earth It is sweeter than any fragrance of a flower it is sweeter than any singing of a song it is sweeter than the playing of any drums it is sweeter than the sweetness of nectar itself And that truth is  You are blessed beyond belief Blessed beyond belief -Prem Rawat- Nrth American Tour 2010
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The Awakening Slave

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'I saw an angel in the marble and carved until I set him free'. The Awakening Slave (1525-30), Michelangelo Buonarroti. I feel like my life has been like that, each period of flux carving another part to me; something that was always there, but just not visible. And my relationship with the ONE who knows me, wants the best for me, and is already able to predict my every wish and desire, is providing me with those experiences that can unlock the magic within me. Good, bad, happiness, sorrow, these are all states of emotions that are changeable with the tides of life. And we spend all of our time to try and perfect the circumstances in the world in which we live; and so little time finding that resting place within ourselves where that peace resides. When Inge visits her mother's grave after falling pregnant in her new relationship with David ( The Glass Inferno, by Angelika Fremd ) she says: " Mutti, I just want to know if you ever loved me?" as Inge had never felt
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