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Guilty as charged.....
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Guilty as charged..... Guilty as charged...I judged I was so wrong Nirvana, surely this is Nirvana Sitting here in the park above the beach The Sun caressing my body The gentle breeze ruffling my hair The aromas of family barbeques being cooked �s� laughter, dogs barking, Teenagers playing volley ball On the golden sparkling sands Surfers slicing the azure waters Dolphins riding beside them Jumping high into the air Performing somersaults disappearing Only to resurface on another wave Playing with the surfers and the waves Yes all is right with the world I am n Nirvana My closed eyes contemplation is disturbed A voice with a slight upper-class accent Is raised in annoyance....this is unacceptable This water fountain has been broken for 4 days now How am I supposed to get my water? Her Mam, I have a spare bottle, please take it A woman of an in terminate age Looks at me for a moment Then gingerly walks towards me Wheeling a shopping cart I take in her appearance Her clothes are old fashioned But neat and clean her hair In a bun at the back of her head Thank you most kind of you Taking the bottle from me She opens the lid and drinks Half the contents down at one go Chuckling, she turns to me, yes I am I am a bag lady, isn�t that they term they use Embarrassed at being caught Staring at the contents of her trolley Oh forgive me so rude I mumble She pats my hand and an involuntary Hand withdrawal making me even more Embarrassed, what has come over me? She continues on as if she had not noticed My reaction.. People here are so kind to me Look someone in the supermarket had broken The box of soap and this one was all that was left The same with the shampoo and conditioner It has spilled and was now only half full So Albert gave them to me. Grinning, the prosciutto he said it was too small He could no longer slice it The cheese was a little old not so fresh Yes Albert is a good man, The milk, bread all sold to me At a trifle with some excuse as to why, His wife bless her kin and knowing heart Slipped in a small bottle of deodorant Some baby powder and a small perfume spray Her understanding of my feminine side I could not resist.... But the Wood, The pieces of wood, is it for fire wood Laughing she looked at me with Amusement written all over her face No I have a little project in mind Since I lost my little cottage to vandals When I was taken to hospital, I have Since my discharge lived here Here....!But this is a national park managed by the Warrnaguping indigenous council Yes, the women�s council has been so generous. Did you know they call me Yothu Yendghengi When she saw the blank look upon my face Woman who is one with mother earth Looking at her I see an amused twinkle, Would you like to visit my home? Oh looking at my watch, well I err. Her laughter washing over me I understand, the mad bag lady might Attack you Feeling so annoyed with both her and myself She was reading me like a book I was even more furious with myself I had always prided myself on my ability To be non judgmental Definitely not predijuicedd Swallowing several times, my voice A little croaky... I would love to visit your home..errr What do I call you, Oh I am Pagan by the way Jezebel.... her face breaking into a beautiful smile My mother loved the Bible and tried In her own little way to be outrageous My friends call me Jess We commenced walking up the hill We arrived at the hill, the entrance of Burleigh Hill Indigenous Sacred Site She led the way up one of the footpaths That had been cleared for walkers I was starting to pant after about 5 mins Of the steep climb, Jes was happily talking And pushing her trolley apparently not even Raising a sweat All of a sudden she was not there in front of me Jes, Jes where are you, my voice raising a pitch. As my fear registered I heard her voice behind me, I turned quickly Sorry luv, I forget my home entrance Is a little hard to see Please come back here... I look at the vista in front of me, tropical rain forest, trees, vines and large rocks Was she having fun with me? I tentatively started walking back towards her My jaw dropped open, there in front of me was a wide almost tunnel like entrance I walk slowly following her lead, Then, there ahead of me Is a brightly colored yellow wood en door set in brightly painted orange door frame. Oh my god, when I entered the cave I was speechless Before me was a cosy spotlessly clean home, A wood platform above the dirt, Laying on that platform a beautiful Persian rug, Two old sofas and a single lounge chair Arranged along a wall and coffee table. All three covered in a beautiful crocheted Afghans. A butcher block and a gas 4 top portable stove, A little fridge stood next to it, A small generator humming away in the background. An old dresser restored with loving care Shelves and bookcases along the other rock wall All overflowing with books, hard cover and soft. A small CD and DVD player and TV receiver A young g surfer friend, very cleaver young man Doing a degree in it, at the local public University at Parklands Hooked up several generators (Petrol run) to work my computer \ Ah you noticed my lanterns... I prefer the soft light they give off Would you like a coffee, I am dying for one Unable to speak I just nodded my head Over coffee we became friends She relayed her story to me how she came To be Yothu Yendghengi. Quite a few hours later I finally left My mind trying to cope Trying to take in all I had seen and learned. The hardest was my perception of Myself lying in rubble at my feet Here was a lady, and I mean that In every sense of the word teaching Me the true meaning of judgment Prejiduce, and discrimination Life had not been kind to her Battering her to her knees but always She rose again stronger and more tolerant Than many around her A woman who had been born into a wealthy Affluent family some may say with silver Spoon firmly in her mouth To a woman who each morning Went to the beach and caught a fish. Yes just one as she explained She could only eat one so why catch more Then to scramble over the rocks Prying fresh oysters from where they clung The rock pools gave her baby octopus and squid... Her net bringing in a few prawns Cleaning all prepareing them She would put them on to simmer Adding fragrant native herbs She had grown in her small Aussie native Garden.. Jes explained she had sought Aand received permission to cultivate A small veggie and herb garden, Permission was also given For her to lay traps for three Peahens and wild Ducks and chickens that had made their homes In the sacred national park for her personal use. What an inspiration, I could see many hours of conversation, debate and just general Chit chat ahead with my new extradionary Friend It would also give me a chance to rebuild my . Shattered illusions of myself and hopefully Become a more tolerant open minded woman Like Jezebel.... a woman so comfortable in her skin  |
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5/28/2010 1:33 pm |
something to make us all think and remember not to be so judgementle of those we meet...
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