Teardrops

After the weekend upset, I went and actually bought my partner flowers. Who says flowers are just for girls, eh? We both needed some beauty and brightness. Actually, the neighbours were really good and very apologetic to the extent that I felt sorry for them being placed in such a position. In any case, my partner went over and placed concrete pavers all along the fence line, after which the neighbours bought electric fencing and lined it up, so no more dogs barking at us, or at chickens.

Once again, the flowers in the house are natives – they are stunning. Australia has an astonishingly rich diversity and beauty in its flora. You can’t help but wonder how it all came about – it’s nothing short of miraculous.

Unfortunately, the end of the work week came with a lot of sorrow. Sometimes, there is nothing one can do, or say. Things happen and maybe sometimes, there is a place for silence. This morning, before going to work, we each drew a card from the Tea Leaf Oracle. It’s become something of a ritual for us – I am not sure what he thinks of this, since he is not actively involved with tarot, though certainly the cards he draws are eerily true. This morning, I drew the Lion card, that states it is time to act – which I certainly did, driving up and down the coast, doing site visits, inspections, delivering seedlings and collecting some seeds for revegetation sites – very active, very busy.

My partner however, drew the Teardrops card.


He works as an auxiliary fireman, which means he is on call – for anything involving fire and rescue. This morning he got a callout for an accident on the highway with four fatalities. We haven’t really talked much about it, or the details of it, but I know it was bad. No one should have to see something like this, let along have to pull the wreckage apart and do all the things the fire rescue teams have to do.

So this weekend will be more on the contemplative side. We are catching up with friends tomorrow night, for a camp oven night at a friend’s place in the bush, which should lift the spirits up a bit, but also remind us to cherish this beautiful and precious gift of life. Sometimes when people say that it sounds cheesy, but really, it is true. We are so vulnerable, and life is short. I hope you all have a nourishing weekend with the ones you love. Many blessings,

Monica

11 thoughts on “Teardrops

  1. princelenormand August 11, 2012 / 3:19 am

    So very, very true. I applaud people who do such courageous work. It cannot be easy.

    Hope you both have time to relax and appreciate the moments this weekend!

    PLN

    • Monica August 11, 2012 / 11:58 am

      Thank you Prince. Indeed this will be a weekend of cosy, home time, peace, and low key catch up with friends. Thank you for your kind words. Blessings.

  2. Pip August 11, 2012 / 8:55 am

    I have a friend who was a police man for over 20 years, and his way of dealing with all the horror he saw was gallows humor. Some mistook it as callousness, but it wasn’t…he just had to find a way not to sink into the pain and sadness. I hope your guy has his way, too. *hugs*

    • Monica August 11, 2012 / 12:03 pm

      Yes he is good, given the circumstances. All the boys had a catch up session afterwards and they are all very supportive. The whole community is, actually. Thank you for your thoughts Pip. Hope you have a beautiful weekend. Blessings.

      • Pip August 12, 2012 / 5:55 am

        That’s good to hear.🙂

        You, too!!

  3. D. D. Syrdal August 11, 2012 / 4:59 pm

    Your flowers look like something from another planet! Just amazing. I totally get the whole ‘gallows humor’ thing. You can’t collapse and curl up in a fetal position every time it happens when it’s your job. It would swallow you whole.

    • Monica August 12, 2012 / 4:51 pm

      Agree – both with the flowers and the humour. I think Australian flowers in particular are just something else. They are from a different planet I swear! Blessings to you.

  4. woley August 12, 2012 / 1:39 am

    I knew a photographer who once covered an accident where the drunk driver of the car was burned to death and he took a picture. He showed it to me, and while I didn’t get upset, I remember his crackling skin, all the fat burning and glistening. Blood is worse and torn limbs…

    It always amazes me that there are humans who can deal with such things regularly on the job. We are lucky they are there. I bet your partner loves the garden, and the peace it gives him on bad days.

    That flower is amazing too, almost like a fantasy.

    • Monica August 12, 2012 / 4:55 pm

      Thank you! I think the garden definitely helps. A safe heaven, it is. As for the flowers – no need for drugs here, just look at what nature offers🙂 Blessings!

  5. Magic Mentha August 12, 2012 / 9:06 am

    How horrible. I am sorry to hear of this accident and the fatalities! Greatest respect for those who have to deal with it.

    Much Love,
    MM

    • Monica August 12, 2012 / 4:56 pm

      Thank you Mentha. Hope you enjoy a serene break from blogging🙂 Blessings.

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