As I stepped into Sydney Park this morning on my walk I encountered a tall pirate towing a mini-pirate on a scooter, a bad fairy, a jogging pumpkin and two girls attired in balaclava’s & t-shirts advising ‘run like you stole something’ carrying a printer box between them…
Did I mention it was early?
It was only when I saw the Halloween theme chalked messages on the path I got it… the Saturday morning runners were having a fancy dress event.
I got with it and took a few snaps.
A gypsy fire is on the hearth, Sign of the carnival of mirth;
Through the dun fields and from the glade
Flash merry folk in masquerade,
For this is Hallowe’en!
As posted on the Taylors Arm Community page “ANZAC Day at Taylors Arm seems to grow in popularity every year, and is well supported by the local community and beyond. The Taylors Arm sub-branch of the RSL (the smallest in the state!) has an active base, and fundraises throughout the year in order to bring the ANZAC and Remembrance day ceremonies to the Taylors Arm Community.” This year also there is a new cenotaph.
We set our alarms for 4.30am, struggle into warm clothes and after a quick coffee wander down the road to the front veranda of the pub to join those assembled in preparation for the walk to the cenotaph for Dawn Service.
After the Last Post and the completion of the service with the kookaburras and the arrival of daylight signalling time, we congregate back at the pub with cups of tea or traditional rum & milk. Breakfast is available but just on dawn we make our way back up to our house to be greeted by the sun’s tribute to ANZAC Day.
The sunrise resembled the Australian Army Rising Sun badge .
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget
Elvis has left the building, with the entire stock of Kraft cheese...
I’m my own worst enemy. I get so caught down in the drudgery aspect of day-to-day I stop seeing and feeling the magic & mystery around me. When I wake myself up to it, it’s truly miraculous. Living in the inner city of Sydney (& elsewhere, of course I know) it’s ever-present, varied & plentiful. There are the fairies, and many personas adopted by my fellow residents, and you have to love them for the colour and character they bestow. After one particularly grim post-holiday return and reminding myself to open my senses, I even saw Elvis, yes the Elvis, buying out the entire stock of Kraft cheese at my corner shop. So now you know it, Elvis is fit (if still a little chubby) & well and living in the inner city Sydney village of Darlington, NSW, Australia. I see gemstone sunrises & sunsets, rainbows, and clouds trying on more earthly forms of garb. I don’t have to go to a gallery to indulge in great art, it’s on the streets & walls around me. And to remind me of my blessings, neighbourhood cats present themselves just at the right time for pats.
Thank you Universe for your gifts,