Daily Post Weekly Challenge

Mullinmurr

Story: Uncle Freddie Dowling, Artist: Anderson Hunt

This a sculpture along the Bullawah Cultural Trail telling the creation story of the platypus. Platypus (Mullinmurr) was born of mismatched love of Widjul (black duck) and Nunjarri (water rat), who were forced into a nomadic life due to their union. The Mullinmurr story explores the playful side of relationships and the dangers of forbidden love.

You can watch the story and learn more by watching this video:

Prompt: Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, Word: transient 

Haiku, Scribblings by Sarah

In My Dreams

Sometimes when I write, I’m not sure where it comes from. I see a photo / read a word / analyse a prompt and suddenly; there it is. The idea arrives like a beam of light into my brain, sent from goodness-knows-where, and the writing just flows…usually! 

When I first started blogging, I used to overthink things. I tried too hard to anticipate my reader’s response and worried about making. Every. Piece. Amazing. It was exhausting. 

Now I’ve let it go, I find writing easier and the quality of my work has improved – I hope you agree! I am also more motivated to write, which has in turn, increased my quantity too! 

In fact, I’ve become so obsessed with writing, I cannot wait to arrive home from work, catch up on my favourite blogs via my WordPress Reader and start attacking whatever challenge in the universe has taken my fancy/ies today! I am even dreaming in Haiku and just to prove it, here’s one I wrote in my dreams last night…


nothing’s more divine

than hanging with friends of mine

and making char wine


Now, I have no idea what ‘char wine’ is – I looked it up on Google and apparently barrel char levels are a thing (how much barrels are charred on the inside before fermenting bourbon whisky)…so I guess my friends and I were making homemade whisky (never mind that in my dream we were also dressed as pirates and this Haiku was written on a flag)

At the very least, I’m impressed:

  1. that the Haiku makes sense
  2. it follows the correct 5/7/5 structure
  3. I managed to make it rhyme

Imagine what I could do when I’m conscious…

😜😝😜


This week’s photo is by Axcy @ Deviantart.
You can find details of Nekneeraj’s weekly challenge here: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/1500603771

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #170

Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah

Release

Image By Sarah ©


This photo is a contradiction of itself. Portraying both order and chaos – the order of everyone releasing their confetti at the same time while conversely, creating chaos with this same release.

I love this photo which was taken at a friend’s wedding in 2012.

Prompt: Weekly Photo Challenge, Task: Share an image that sends chaos packing (neatly).

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Walking The Line

She walked the ridgeline, as though walking a tightrope. There was a sheer drop on either side of the thin, rocky trail, and she felt truly terrified. The ice and snow made each step precarious and the dark chasm on either side of her was dizzying. She tried not to look down; placing one foot after the other, ever-so carefully.

The wind didn’t help matters. It whipped fiercely around her, flapping her long black skirt and rocking her balance. With one hand she tied back her hair, as the long black strands lashed her face and obscured her view of the rocky corridor. She kept her other hand outstretched, gripping an invisible rail to steady herself.

There had to be easier way to reach the tower, she thought to herself. She longed for refuge within its strong, solid walls. It’s warm light – a beacon; seemed to be drawing closer at an agonisingly slow rate.

Suddenly a gust of wind knocked her sideways and she slipped. Hanging by her finger tips to a rocky shelf, the chasm yawned below her like a hungry mouth, eager to swallow her in one gulp.

Mustering all her strength, she pulled herself onto the shelf, shivering and breathing hard. That was a close call. Once she’d steadied her nerves, she stood again and continued picking her way along the trail. She hugged herself closer to the ground, lowering her centre of gravity. She was not willing to risk falling again.

Fatigue and hunger were starting to assault her. She trained her thoughts to the task at hand and recalled the words of her hiking buddy, Helen.

She conjured Helen’s smiling face, quipping her favourite words of encouragement, “All you have to do is focus your energy on picking up your foot. It falls down all by itself!”

The memory made her smile and strengthened her resolve. Pick up left foot. Pick up right foot, she commanded herself. It was pure mind over matter. Helen believed she was going to make it, she believed in herself that she was going to make it…and she would!

She reminded herself that the road to recovery was long and hard, and weaves a lonely, rocky path.

And sometimes you’re only one step from falling into that black hole again.
By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – 6 June

Scribblings by Sarah

Two Girls and Giant Hotdogs

This is a picture (of sorts) of my bestie, Clare, and me. Though separated by more than 800kms, our friendship endures, in part, due to our love of the Giant German Hotdogs from the German Arms Hotel in Hahndorf, SA. I regularly make the trip for a visit to Adelaide to see Clare, and each time, we MUST visit Hahndorf and partake in our hotdog tradition. We’ve never missed a bite of the kransky since 2009.

Prompt: Daily Post Photo Challenge, friend

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

True colours

Sometimes I am blue.

An ocean; endless and heavy.

But then a wave washes me back to shore

and I become yellow.

Sunny and warm; sand under my feet.

Until I step on a rock. And then I see red.

Angry, slashing, shades of red.

Like a bruise, I eventually heal

in colours of magenta, purple, orange.

And always, in the end, the grass grows green and long,

covering the rock and the sand and the ocean.

True colours ever changing the landscape of my brain.

Except for the black.

The black is always there.

Threatening to peek through.

By Sarah ©2017

 

 


Image by: Kyla @ Deviantart

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie,  Photo Challenge #165