Tim's cricket...

#Ashes2021

and the way I can hear the trumpet, the murmur of the crowd, the tap of the bat against the turf...
and there they are in the soft Melbourne sunshine...

the cricket is on again

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) December 27, 2021

#Ashes2021 #ashes

and the batter scratches the mark of his middle stump into the wicket

he pauses a moment and looks around the field...

and there he sees the grass and sky and feels the vibrations of the day

he taps his bat and is ready to play...

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) December 27, 2021

Love how your thoughts seamlessly synchronise parallel worlds...
Behind the outer sport action is a personal
inner spirit...dancing to some private music...
Art within art...
Refreshing and beautiful...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 28, 2021

I feel the same way about tennis. That Field of Dreams nexus where you recall your childhood dreams, and experience the joy of body and mind in concert.

— Reyfarer (@Reyfarer1) December 28, 2021

river in flood...

Never underestimate the secret powers of water...They can arise... https://t.co/HvBRPU3r1Q

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) November 29, 2021

Bold and proud waters happening there. And the dog seems to have assumed the role of boat captain. He is loving the thrill of crossing waters at speed methinks...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) November 29, 2021

and the wind today...

and the way today, the wind was tireless.

and it surely shook things loose.

and I'll look tomorrow in the morning light, look for what come down, for what come out.

and the wind today was tireless.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) October 4, 2021

look to the trees...

and that was all Old Amos had to say to me today.

so we sat and drank our tea and looked at the beautiful trees...

and I think I understood was he was tellin me.

2.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) October 3, 2021

school...

"whatever mark Boot Collins got, well, that's the mark I got boy, if you know what I mean."

I said, I think I know what you mean there Amos.

and he looked at me with his pale eyes and said, "school weren't for me boy, all's I wanted was the bush..."

2/3

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) September 18, 2021

As school holidays begin, it's so lovely to see the appearance of Old Amos as he reflects on what school meant/means for him...Indeed, 'school' is really a fluid term beyond formal classrooms+curriculum...It can be wherever you feel comfortable learning...any place...any time...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) September 18, 2021

a reflection on clothes pegs...

'No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.'
Why quote Donne? Don't know...It just seemed right...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) September 11, 2021

an antidote from other wires...

Thank you 🙏...Whispering spring leaves + blossoms are a wonderful antidote to other news in Victoria...Felt the pain of the brilliant Victorian health team today...
But there is always 'other news'...
We just need to be aware... +cherish what gifts Nature just keeps on giving...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) September 1, 2021

o the eyes...

This brought a smile to my morning...
Interesting that Russell's eyes are not directed toward the scones, but to the photographer...
So many messages in those eyes, all on just one topic...
Great photo... https://t.co/HPXHWVeduy

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) August 26, 2021

let there be peace on earth...

'Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be...' https://t.co/ePSIpihZKz

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) August 21, 2021

outside tonight...

outside tonight, just now, and the southern sky is clear and bright.

and I was standing in the garden for a spell, considering the moon and June.

and it occurred to me there in the silver coldness that I'd stood in the same place before, dumb to possibilities of the world...

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 26, 2021

Perhaps, in my case, I would have said: 'dumb and maybe numb to possibilities of the world.' 

a line is a line...

There are many expressions that mention a line:

*crossing or not crossing them
*walking them
*putting your life on them

And I remember the clothes line at the old house...

...And here is my mother and I, below it, in the soft sun, smiling, way back down the line...

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 4, 2021

in the darkness...

Each night, in the darkness, there is something in the backyard that aggrieves my dog.

His discontent is written in the stiffness of his body.

It is there, in his quick eyes as he leaps off the verandah, into the blackness...

His atavistic intent is terrible, and lovely.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 3, 2021

Interesting that I wrote the tanka below, just 13 days ago, on May 21st about my little furball.  

winter's night
my little furball
in the unlit doorway
calls forlornly
to the darkness #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) May 21, 2021

a walk at dusk...

Often, especially in the winter time,
I like to go for a walk at dusk.
Everything is gentle.

From the houses come dollops of sound, smell, colour
and life.

And in the softness of it all
I see my mother once more,

caught between day and night,
smiling at me in the easy light.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 2, 2021

a visit to Old Amos...

and Old Amos' pale eyes looked to the hills, and we sat in thick silence.

and along the ridgeline, a plume of blazing, quivering corellas collapsed into the distance...

2-2

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) April 17, 2021

There's always something comforting about Tim's Old Amos stories...an offer to breathe awhile and just be... 

Meanwhile, in the U.S. - 22 mass shootings in the last month...Thank goodness Australia does not have a gun culture...or feels the need for one...

living this way is a choice https://t.co/8flEdOZKMo

— David Mack (@davidmackau) April 16, 2021

Saturday reflection...

My Saturdays (+ drifting into Sundays) tend to be marked as impulse days...a major impulse or a barely noticeable impulse... Apart from Saturday morning supermarket shopping, nothing is tightly pre-planned and there are plenty of open spaces for 'something' or merely 'nothing'... https://t.co/hp79YqWO3R

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) April 10, 2021

rain today...plump and wet...

Images rich with colourful sensations and vitality...
A few words may be gold... https://t.co/BtvAZxynIa

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) March 14, 2021

in the soft garden...

Just now, in the soft garden, I heard the crickets in the geraniums.

The light is fading.
The night descending.

And I wonder if Old Amos is out in his garden, feeling what I'm feeling here tonight?

And the tenderness of just now is sorta okay, I reckon.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) March 6, 2021

a special song...

And I went out to yonder gumtree hills today - out to see Old Amos.

And we sat under the grapevine, under the heavy sky.

And Old Amos nodded and played along with my talk; but I saw him looking off to the distance, off to the the hills, off something only he could see...

1-2

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) February 24, 2021

The beautiful song between narrator and Old Amos quietly pours out to all who linger here...So lovely...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) February 24, 2021

in praise of tea...

Ordinary, maybe even a little weathered objects to others can be so specially poignant of sweet memories...Lovely...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) February 16, 2021

watching...

It seems that you have attracted great interest... pic.twitter.com/JLufexDqow

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) February 14, 2021