Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020A mystery murder by poison is one of this estate's very dark secrets...
first sea port— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
from days of gold
respects new golds
of the rising city
on the other side #tanka https://t.co/DYDUW8zGbR
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020Trees by the sea in my peninsula world often are twisted into unique shapes... Can it be the salts in the air or the relentless winds that come and go or both?
daydream— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
earth's wild mauves and
greens under
sunny skies
no need to count sheep #tanka https://t.co/jxscycKSep pic.twitter.com/cGI4XnbsBC
I have a small silver car.— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 11, 2020
Today the windscreen was concealed in fallen leaves. The car became a kind of cocoon.
I drove very slowly so the leaves wouldn't peel off in the cold wind.
It felt lovely being hidden by the leaves.
1/3
Philosophy is not all about fancy dogma. Perhaps the most enigmatic philosophy is bound up in the persistent, apparently simple questions of life...Those questions tease through time...I decided to stop the car and look at the leaf.— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 11, 2020
I wondered why it was the one that survived. pic.twitter.com/6QcEOY6mO8
pebble skills— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
conundrum
a figure of eight
a reef knot or
a lover's knot #tanka https://t.co/gqv5tWcNs3
The sea is ever a changing natural wonder of the world...so many faces...so many moods...golden shafts— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
of dawn light
bundles of grey cloud
frown over
scrambling waves #tanka https://t.co/vLFPJR40lj
Footsteps releasing scents of wild chamomile on a walk to an old church seems like a feast of happiness for the senses...grounded— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
with tall trees
and wild chamomile
an old village church
lives on #tanka https://t.co/n8SaG4cFHt
I like to feel I make some sense at least to me... In recent days, I cannot find too much evidence of that sense... But I'll keep searching...I'm struggling to make any sense of myself. I'm still running remote learning. Constant screen connection + zillions of emails=not a life. I don't know or like this me. I refuse though to sink to depression. Having a bad moment now - should be doing lessons - temporary escape.— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
We never can really build positive relationships unless we are willing to respect others' life choices. Who are we to think that one life choice is automatically superior to another? We need to separate the concept of life choices from the tag 'errors of judgment'. They are not synonymous. And the 'error of judgment' ultimately is only valid to the individual responsible for a thought or action.Assumptions - especially misguided assumptions - can be the death knell for assimilation of any kind. The life choices we make do not forbid us from accepting the right of others to make life choices. One life choice is not superior; one does not automatically damn another. https://t.co/yFNnalhmR1— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 11, 2020
