Losing the 'Us'...

Dear Girl,

It will be okay, maybe not now, but soon... I promise; Heartbreak is a part of life.
Maybe it will be slow, or maybe it will hit you hard, but all of a sudden you realised there was no longer an 'Us' ...didn't you?

Yes, yes it hurts. Of course it will, you let some-one under your toughest layers, without considering how easily they could flay it from you...
But people heal, it is a part of our humanity that we can, nomatter how long it takes. -Remember not to spend so long crying over a lost skateboard that you miss the Rolls Royce thats parking right in front of you.

As far as the universe is concerned, this is simply a step in the journey; it is the rarest flower that blooms in adversity and it is through these peaks and troughs your soul will grow... When you are ready, the universe will present someone new.

If there's one thing to learn, it's that a girl has to kiss afew frogs before she finds a Prince.
Take good care of yourself, you need it now more than ever:
Don't eat Junk Food,
Don't think junk thoughts.

And remember love is infinite, and we generate as much as we consume.

...best of luck girl,
you cannot get lost on a straight road.

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Wandering Shoeless...

There are petals in my coffee, as I write this... I think Jake put them there while I went to put my guitar away, because here they are, shredded jasmine in my cup of coffee.
I am not sure whether to leave them floating and not finish the coffee, or pick them out and ruin the tranquility of it all...
Jake! you truly are a Clever Villain: to make me choose between serenity and coffee like this!

...Little brothers, eh?

But I've allowed myself to stray here... Where was I? ...ah, yes, I was Wandering Shoeless...

Yes, finally, Summer is here! it's been nipping temptingly at our heels for a month-or-so now, but finally it has arrived: I can hear the cicadas! (Or "G'day Bugs" as 'Pa would call 'em in his rolling Queenslander-speak, --if you listen to the cacophony just right, it almost does sound like g'day,g'day,g'day,g'day repeating over-and-over.)

The hills of Pyalong and beyond are mottled brown, and I have, in my traditional summer fashion, cast aside my shoes; Only to be worn again if I happen to be going out somewhere, or helping work on one of Father's backyard projects where safety is required.
As my feet slowly regain the toughened, fireproof callous that had wasted away swathed in thick socks and runners during winter; I will spend my days roaming the house, hills and town alike, -shoeless- (with a pencil in my hair and a notebook in my pocket) until the holidays end and I am forced back into the heavy, clumsy school-shoes that would cause a rolled ankle out there on the hills...

The Christmas hype has never really been a bug to bite me, I am just glad of any excuse to see the ones I love, they live so far away...
Well, my pondering is done, my coffee is cold, my fingers itch to slide that stubby pencil behind my ear and be off, The hills are calling...

Happy Summer,
Leah Mae :)

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

"Yeah... like I could probably say a bunch of stuff to try and make you think that what I belive is right, but, well you have a right to what you belive in" -Billy

Thankyou Billy... wiser words aren't often spoken... each individual has the right to believe what they wish... thats a great thing to believe...
Bill, you're awseome!

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To Fly Away (sketch)

It occured to me recently that I wasn't publishing as much artwork as I used to... This little scribble is from the back of a worksheet, the teacher liked it so much, she didn't tell me off... :)

Happy Scribbling,

Leah-Mae :)

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Rain Day (The World ouside the walls)

Today was a RainDay, I mean it when I say it... our dusty, sunburnt November has been washed away with holing wind and driving sheets of H2O... The world outside the walls has never smelt so good- rising in tricky columns of steam from the warm, rain-beaten ground...

(a little pic of the cherry-tree from under the brim of my battered umbrella,)

The sound was almost deafening.. there was so much energy in the air, my hair practically stood on-end!

And the scent of it all: the bitumen, growing, blooming, winding, soft earth, frenzy, whisper, lacquered, snipped, mown, left-to-go-feral, stagnant-water, rising into oblivion, clouds, sunlight, dried-then-drenched glory that is Rainy Days!

Our water tanks overflowed (both of them):
>>
As did the guttering>>

...Now, hours later, the rain has relented to little more than a begruding drizzle (a mere shadow of the torrents that dashed our windows earlier today)... And us? ...Why, now we can enjoy the best part of all: The PUDDLES!!

Signing off with an almost childish enthusiasm;

Leah Mae, :D

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"What's the point in even having these quotes if they make no sense unless you explain the context?" -Ted

...actually dear, that's exactly the point; they're in no way intended to make any sense whatsoever (that's half the fun!) XD

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PineCones...

The Pine Tree is ageing again,
Its needles fading, vibrancy waning like the folded grey skin,
Of a Grandmother's hands...

And the PineCones...
They crunched underfoot, and crackled in my palms,
Resting gently under the tired boughs...

Creaking gently in the windless air,
Dryer than the trickling sand, of a turning hourglass,
I quivered,

The fluttering seeds, rustling,
Disconnecting from their blooming, geometric cocoons,
Settled huskily.

And I am quiet.


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QUOTE OF THE DAY

Thankyou Eleanor, your word-unscrambling abilities put me to shame.

"Is it Special?" -Eleanor

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to Aquire a Political Satire.. (or rather, create one)

Too much is blamed on the GFC, Ho Humm... XP

A Thumb-Twiddle Fiddler-Riddle...

"If a scribble 'aint a scribble would the answer make you dribble if you asked it what is was when it wasn't?"

...mmm, I don't know either, but it popped into my head just now and had the pretty cadences of a riddle worth a scribble. Gotta love the "iddles" fun for when you're sitting at school idle, just pondering and wondering and staring at the table.

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The Storyteller

Light a fire, sparks chase each

Other,

Wonder is twisted and imagination takes

Over.

Smoke of reality, watch it drift to the

Sky,

Let it curl though your fingers to whisper

Goodbye.

Joyless heart soars as a new thought is

Freed,

Buried in possibility like a just-planted

Seed.

See the watercolour dreams of a handwritten

Grace,

Far off starry lights burn softly in

Space.

You may open the door, but only peep

In,

This is the place where stories

Begin...

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May your day be a riddle with an amusing twist!

Best of luck,

Leah Mae :)

An Awesome Discovery!!!

I was browsing the interenet just now, and stumbled across a website called '333 ways to get kicked out of Walmart' ...I can guaruntee belly laughs people... I post it here for all my mischevious friends; and anyone else out there in the mood for some trouble-making....

(Another) QUOTE OF THE DAY

Well, I guess I DID owe you guys two... this was simply too lolworthy not to post...

"I am laying on a bench over a cupboard.. further proof I am a Tool" -Mitch.

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

A salute to the lolworthy dacking of Josh:

"Surprise but- NOOOOOOO!!!!" -Ian

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There are no words...

When you lose someone you love, there are no words anyone can tell you that will make it alright. No light-hearted jest will make you forget. Even for a second.
But thanks for trying guys. I appreciate it...

On the 1st if November, we received a phone-call from my uncle.
My eldest cousin, James, had taken his own life. And there are no words to descibe how I feel.
Remember my last post? the Hallowe'en one? Well why I was carving that pumpkin and writing that post they were zipping up the body-bag of my Jamie.
Think of that.
Go ahead, Pick any negative emotion in any thesaurus, dictionary, -of any language-, dodecatuple it, and then you may have a smidgeon of a concept of a word to describe a hundredth of how this came crashing down on me.... on us. And of how I remain.

My Father has two sisters and one brother, there were four of them; These four each had two children.
Together, 8 cousins; including Jake and myself... Once we were 8,
Now we are 7.
Seven cousins, and one Jamie-shaped hole.

So don't tell me it is, was, or ever will be okay; I don't want to hear it.
It is NEVER okay for ANYONE to want to take their own life. It should not have to happen. No-one should have too feel like that is their only hope. NO EXCEPTIONS. NO EXCUSES.
Here is a link to the Beyond Blue website, for anyone out there who needs to take a good long look at how they are feeling, or are concerned about the wellbeing of someone else.

You will be missed sorely, James "Jamie" Pirotta. I hope you found whatever you were looking for.

And I? I am no longer Heere nor Thare.

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If you're EVIL & you know it Clap Your Hands!

Happy Hallowe'en everyone! Though we don't tend to celebrate Halowe'en in Australia, sometimes you can't help but get into the spirit.... pardon the pun.... we started with a little pumpkin-carving, fondly nicknaming our pumpkin 'Scarface' because of the scabby grey marks under his evilly winking eye....
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How's this for scary?:

...Jakie contributed by giving the camera his best "I'm going to kill you" face with the pumpkin-carving knife.. if you look close you can see the orange bits in the blade... he makes quite the convincing murderous-psychopath, doesn't he? ...Scared the collywobbles out of Mam when she first saw 'Jake's madman-mug-shot'...

A touch of the occult to weird (or should I say 'Wyrd"?!) things up a bit... Some skillful photo-shop brings out an eerie glow from the crystal, and the symbols luminesce freakishly... it was a joke photo but I like the way it scrubbed up and decided it was worth posting....

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Blood, anyone???:

...Just kidding guys, it's portello cordial, kindergarden strength! makes a reasonably convincing table-centerpiece though- ....Kinda brings back the craving for the edible fake-blood we used in Jekyll & Hyde: Mint flavour! Ah, production memories....! mmm....

*Laughs* Well, whatever you're up to wherever you are in the world, have a great evening; and be on the watch for them boogie-men!!!

Morrigan aruna dei Samhain Sabbat, il'medora! ...translation: HAPPY HALLOWE'EN EVERYONE!

...SidewaysSmileyFace, :)

Leah-Mae.

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