penneylaneonline for Wednesday, September 26, 2007

There's something quite moment-defining when we feel our spirits lift, soar for however long it takes us to soar on its wings and deliver us up from out of the everydayness of our lives. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate 'everydayness' it has kept my feet blessedly muddy and fleshes out my dreams, but, there is something about feeling the sun on my face or being surprised by the feeling of joyfulness that must be felt to be truly appreciated. I like the way the afternoon sun licks at my toes, the... Sign in to see full entry.

When the sun hits my backyard it comes in dappled cheer. Today, for the first time in days it's sunny. I watched a small gecko scamper up the side of a brick wall, chasing down an industrious, some might say, tenacious ant whose task at the time were simply to get to the small crack in the mortar. Have you ever felt like that ant? So totally unaware that in the bigger scheme of things unknown dangers lurk and we, like it [the ant], are, it would seem, kept safe. And for what reason? Sheer luck?... Sign in to see full entry.

Autumn has a way of softening the human heart like no other season. It's a time in which there is a quiet, unobtrusive turning over of the heart's soil and despite those seemingly modest machinations, we are left in no doubt a difference has been made, deep in our soul. How? I don't know exactly. It seems to come in the guise of a quiet hopefulness, a resolute inner confidence that when Spring does come there will be a heady rush of colour, there will be answered prayers and there will be life... Sign in to see full entry.

The overnight rains have had an unusual effect on the bird life here in the suburb where I live. There's an orchestral banter that borders on near hysteria or maybe it's just an expectancy of something to which we humans are not privy that makes me feel for the moment, left out. It comes and goes that banter, in waves of busy, excited chatter on the one hand and whispered twitters on the other. Nevertheless, privy or not, they are comforting sounds here in the city. I live in the shadow of a... Sign in to see full entry.