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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Spring into Summer...

It's all too easy to get caught up in the sweet domesticity of home, the subtle changes in where things are stored, displayed; how they're cleaned and maintained, or if it's the wrong season to bother with them at all... the details to be relished in how the knick-knacs inside the house can reflect the transition of the world beyond the garden.
I took the time (Sundial) to wander 'round the dwelling and snap afew things that have changed already....

The dried herbs- no longer needed for hearty winter meals, and would be out-of-sorts in the light summer salads of the warmer days... I'll soon have to store them in jars or something, 'else they'll go to waste..

The piano will be stored in our hallway until Gran can sell it, as there's no room for it in her little nursing home closet- how she must miss it!
Jake seems to have taken a liking to it, and though he can't play, has an ear to it enough to send mournful, rippling tunes echoing over the balcony in the evenings and afternoons; we've offered to organise lessons, but he doesn't appear too keen on the idea....

Our newest chookens, Nugget, Noodle, and Dumpling, have shot up while I wasn't looking... no longer the gawky fledglings I remember from our autumn frenzy to have a new chook-house ready for their arrival, they strut around with the full, glossy feathers and proud expressions of hens who lay more eggs than we can eat, and allow it to get to their vanity more than a tad!...

And finally, to the muddy gumboots stacked neatly by the back door, aside from a (very) highly unlikely late-spring flood (we haven't got our hopes up), they'll languish here until next June, peering expectantly up at us as we pass by in our floppy thongs, wishing for the months when the splashes of creeks and puddles are their pride and joy...

Yes, the hilly surrounds are browning off already, the backyard follwing in suit; and like a tiny marsupial creature, Inspiration is waking my imagination; whispering to me of Sunburn, BBQ's and sparkling sea-salt christmases.

I just LOVE summer... it's so close I can almost smell it!

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