the day is blissfully warm
a reminder of season change.
John leaves for a visit to his country
he packs up the motorbike
and can’t find the frying pan
since the last trip to the desert.
ooooh that’s gross says Jess when John asks her if she wants some penicillin
waving the pan in her face.
no sardines in the house and we have eaten all the fish
so time for him to piss off.
we load up the trailer with the white metal medicine cupboard
and a heavy wooden Marco built table
and take them over to Bec’s studio.
the rats have started eating her oil paints
they loved the purple so much that she can’t find the tube and there is a heap of purple poo
left behind on a bench,
apparently they liked the brown and silver too.
Bec is working on an installation for the Black Wattle Gallery
something about cosmic nesting.
I take some old computers to the tip today
our tip ,
it is a sight to see
the accumulation of our trash over many years,
did we drink all that beer?
do we collect all that plastic?
I am overwhelmed by the number of oil containers, batteries, broken bits and packaging
from a household that claims to be into reduce recycle reuse,
and we do,
it is insane what I need to manage my life
to live in ‘oneness’ on this planet.
is it some sort of cosmic joke ?
I don’t even know how to cut down more than I have ,
stop existing springs to mind but that’s not a real answer.
these computers have become a thing of the past
everyone here has their own personal laptop ,
even that freaks me out but I understand it.
full of solder and boards,silicon and chips and metals and modules
all produced by the machine world,
a world that runs us,
that gives us our desires; the mobile phone, the iPad, the ability to Skype , tweet and blog,
to fly drive bike and shop ,
to have whatever we want.
oh yes I am a user ,
I am a geeky girl intricately tied into this techno whizz while at the same time I cook on a wood stove
in a home powered by solar .
see there is my dilemma,
I have a foot in both camps.
I want the forest to be
I want the koala to live
I want nature to be applauded and respected , feted and adored,
and I want to earth speak via blog.
I want it all
there is a cost .
my existence costs the planet
and that is what is so good about the tip just up the track ,
it reminds me that I am consuming resources
and that to have means
less habitat for the lyrebird
less room for the woodlands
less oxygen in the air
less clean drinkable water
especially when I do the maths and add the waste of 8 billion other souls.
right in close to me is a pair of king parrots dagging around in the bottle brush
while on the other side of the house the grey shrike thrush sings its spring song.
who am I to say spring is not officially here yet?
somehow there is room for us all .