A quiet little slice of suburbia
May 14th 2007 03:07
Its hard to explain, all of this. Im trying desperately to recapture my old talent - where Id sit down with a half baked idea and words would just pour out of me, dancing pretty patterns on the page, with no effort the words would dance beauty for me, leaving even myself in wonder. These days the words dont come easy and they are delivered awkwardly, but I do my best.
When the descision came to move to property both mum and I envisioned REAL country - Where you cant see your neighbors and theres no traffic, not that it would matter if there was because your house is an acre off the road anyway. So, swallow hill was not ideal. The neighbors could see us and we them. The property backed almost directly onto a main road and the noise can only be described as Industrial everyone in the street ran a business - trucks were never ending.
Moving to the new place I was not hopeful. Its small, its right on the road. Its rough, with hills and fallen trees.
Its suburbia. I walked to town this morning. I had to see the doctor and I just wandered down the road and back again within 2 hours. It was lovely. Its not quiet like the country here but it is - PEACEFUL - and I had forgotten that suburbia has its own peace. Its lived in, and has none of the hard edges of the old place.
Swallow hill and its denizens call me. The powerful elementals and the many gremlins, they miss me in their desolate spaces. Fantasy K thinks of how, with millions of dollars I could really use that dark and dreary effect and turn that house into a haven.
Except for the deep feeling of discomfort that permeated it. Of course, when we lived there you didnt really notice the 'wrongness' because you were home. It was just something you 'couldnt put your finger on'. But HERE! Man, the peace! The trees are thick and tall, mature. The birds are numerous - I have a pair of rare rainbow lorrikeets nesting above my window, you can hear the babies peeping all night. Its amazing to feel HELPFUL spiritual presences once more - the dozens of wood sprites who follow me around and seem so enamoured by all my little routines, so unlike the gremlins of the old house who were always tripping you up.
It was amazing to go out to town and return so fast. At the old house, it would have taken all day, even though the distances are not quite so different. I saw two fellow walkers in my travels, and we all smiled genuinely and said "good morning!" unlike at the other house where we would have ignored each other.
My point? Im not sure I have one. Just that no matter how good I felt at the old house, it was an illusion, a lie. Weve had problems here - Zayfir hurt himself the first night and now it looks like Spirits sprained himself - but its not affecting us EMOTIONALLY like the old house did. Even though Im still getting over my severe bacterial infection(havnt eaten REAL food in about 2 weeks) and Im being referred to a gynocologist(ovarian cysts) I feel ok. I thought it was cancer!
Half our stuff is still on the lawn - we cant fit it in! Magnus and Zayfir are loving it - they spend most of their time in the house yard and are having a ball ripping off clean washing and personal possesions. Zayfir follows me around the house - Wherever I go he finds me and looks through the window asking to come in. They have discovered toast. I put them out in the wilderness (only about 2 acres worth but its hilly and full of trees so to my wussies it looks like the outback) when I got back from town and its very amusing watching them try to figure out how to be real horses. I dont even mind Zayfie trying to mount his mother, just so long as she doesnt let him!
I have to personalize my furniture - various bits of mine Ive appropriated over the years - recently coated in blue paint and now begging for nebulae and dragons to adorn them.
And now that Mum and Kman have left me alone?
Im in heaven.
Kleos back.
When the descision came to move to property both mum and I envisioned REAL country - Where you cant see your neighbors and theres no traffic, not that it would matter if there was because your house is an acre off the road anyway. So, swallow hill was not ideal. The neighbors could see us and we them. The property backed almost directly onto a main road and the noise can only be described as Industrial everyone in the street ran a business - trucks were never ending.
Moving to the new place I was not hopeful. Its small, its right on the road. Its rough, with hills and fallen trees.
Its suburbia. I walked to town this morning. I had to see the doctor and I just wandered down the road and back again within 2 hours. It was lovely. Its not quiet like the country here but it is - PEACEFUL - and I had forgotten that suburbia has its own peace. Its lived in, and has none of the hard edges of the old place.
Swallow hill and its denizens call me. The powerful elementals and the many gremlins, they miss me in their desolate spaces. Fantasy K thinks of how, with millions of dollars I could really use that dark and dreary effect and turn that house into a haven.
Except for the deep feeling of discomfort that permeated it. Of course, when we lived there you didnt really notice the 'wrongness' because you were home. It was just something you 'couldnt put your finger on'. But HERE! Man, the peace! The trees are thick and tall, mature. The birds are numerous - I have a pair of rare rainbow lorrikeets nesting above my window, you can hear the babies peeping all night. Its amazing to feel HELPFUL spiritual presences once more - the dozens of wood sprites who follow me around and seem so enamoured by all my little routines, so unlike the gremlins of the old house who were always tripping you up.
It was amazing to go out to town and return so fast. At the old house, it would have taken all day, even though the distances are not quite so different. I saw two fellow walkers in my travels, and we all smiled genuinely and said "good morning!" unlike at the other house where we would have ignored each other.
My point? Im not sure I have one. Just that no matter how good I felt at the old house, it was an illusion, a lie. Weve had problems here - Zayfir hurt himself the first night and now it looks like Spirits sprained himself - but its not affecting us EMOTIONALLY like the old house did. Even though Im still getting over my severe bacterial infection(havnt eaten REAL food in about 2 weeks) and Im being referred to a gynocologist(ovarian cysts) I feel ok. I thought it was cancer!
Half our stuff is still on the lawn - we cant fit it in! Magnus and Zayfir are loving it - they spend most of their time in the house yard and are having a ball ripping off clean washing and personal possesions. Zayfir follows me around the house - Wherever I go he finds me and looks through the window asking to come in. They have discovered toast. I put them out in the wilderness (only about 2 acres worth but its hilly and full of trees so to my wussies it looks like the outback) when I got back from town and its very amusing watching them try to figure out how to be real horses. I dont even mind Zayfie trying to mount his mother, just so long as she doesnt let him!
I have to personalize my furniture - various bits of mine Ive appropriated over the years - recently coated in blue paint and now begging for nebulae and dragons to adorn them.
And now that Mum and Kman have left me alone?
Im in heaven.
Kleos back.
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Comment by katyzzz
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MS Paint Art
Ovarian cysts are not easy to cope with, you have my sympathy, if no-one else's.
Do BUY next time but do your research well, once you've bought in, it's a good idea to stay.
katyzzz......oh, o, I feel like dancin' gunna dance the night away, if not all over the page.
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
We'll see on the cysts....Could go either way. I just want the bacterial infection over with so Im not scared to EAT.
Yes, Ive heard all the buy versus rent arguments....I want to go home to Victoria when I buy....To damn dry and expensive up here in Sydney......
And 'fun' and 'horsin around' dont even begin to describe it....Zayfir stands at the window and watches Big Brother with me, snorting whenever hes got a comment.....Keeps asking if he can come in and put his feet up.
Comment by Wendi
I'm so happy you've found a piece of peace. I believe environment plays a large role in our state of mind and spiritual well being, as well as for our creativity.
I love your elemental style.
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
So for someone who has no understanding of woodsprites and gremlins can I request an explanatory post? Who are they? What are they? How do you know they are there? What do they do? Why are they there? Where do they come from? ... I think I covered the who? what? why? when? how? ... well I missed the when but maybe you could come up with that reply before I even asked the question... gee what a start to the day it`s not even 7am and my mind is buzzing!
ash
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Thanks for listening.....I honestly cant believe how peaceful it is....
Ash,
I took some notes, I'll try to post on it for you today. Im so glad youre interested!