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Forever in Memories


To Each Their Own

This post isn’t anything to do with Three Sisters Exclusive. But I couldn’t help sharing these pictures. Last Saturday morning about 8 o’clock I was checking out the lawn sales in Alice Springs and saw this guy leading his camel through town. He would stop every few minutes and pull up choice bits of grass and feed his very arrogant beastie. I have to add that this camel was the best looking one I’ve seen since coming to the Alice.

Alice Springs CamelMan leading camel through Alice Springs

While sitting there trying to get a shot of these two nomadic partners, a road train roared by. These are the main movers of merchandise in central Australia, three 80 foot trailers, end to end. And I’ve seen four, but haven’t had my camera handy. It’s quite impressive watching them maneuver the roundabouts and corners. Just a perfect example of the surprising diversity to be found in this quite isolated desert town.

Road Train in central Australia

By the way – a great way to get to know a new community is to shop its garage sales, or lawn sales. You learn the names of the streets and the interaction with local folks is first-rate.


I’ve been thinking this week a lot about angels. There are several questions I have, but mostly, I’m very thankful for them.

I’m thankful for their protection and wisdom. I used to work in a little canteen, late at night. Quite often, I was the last one to leave the premises. I always had the cash drawer and drove an open jeep. Not the most secure set up. One of the last nights I was there, one of the volunteers asked if I wanted him to stay till I was ready to go. I told him to go ahead and leave; that my guardian angel would take care of me. He looked at me strangely and remarked, “But they’re not going to fight off the creep that sneaks up on you.” Without thinking twice, I replied, “This one will, he’s my son.” I got another strange look, but he just nodded and promptly left. I thought about it while cleaning up and realized those words came out because that is what I truly believe and I wondered how many times my angel has come to my rescue. I also realized I truly was not afraid.

An angel is usually thought to be light, airy, and beautiful. But sometimes when I see a beggar I wonder if he, or she, is really an angel in disguise, searching for kindred souls.  Archbishop, Desmond Tutu, once said “Angels, like parables and fine poetry, speak in many layers of meaning and mystery, trying to express the inexpressible. If we ignore them, our lives are the poorer.” Are they our window into the world beyond the veil? When we listen to the true music of our souls are we really listening to angels? Are the songs we hear their guidance? I’m sure their touch is often very subtle and unobtrusive, and if we’re not fully aware we will miss it.

Photo of my Angel

My Guardian Angel

I would love to hear about your experience with the essence of an angel?

Blue sky above Macdonnell Ranges

Photo 1 - Outside My Studio Window

When I’m sitting at my desk Photo 1 is what I’m seeing. That is part of the Alice Springs golf course  outside our back fence. I haven’t played on it yet, because I haven’t had a chance to learn golf, but that is on my to-do list before leaving here. Early in the morning I will walk around it, though, before the golfers come out. I’m a little afraid of getting lobbed in the head. The hills are part of the MacDonnell Ranges , which surround the town.

Our garden in Alice Springs

Photo 2 - Outside our back door

Photo 2 is a picture of our back yard. I’ve come to know that gardening, digging in the dirt, looking for the first sprouts, and fostering plants, feeds my soul. The desert soil needs a lot of help before it will produce much. So I’ve started a compost bin and have been building up the soil with mulch and green stuff. It is spring here now. I’ve planted beans, a pumpkin vine, and lettuce in the bed against the wall. We’ll see what survives the nematodes, the rabbit, the birds, and the aphids.

The words flow as I am able to let go of myself. And it’s easy to lose myself in the wide open sky, the leaves gently blowing in the breeze, or the shadows on the lawn.

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