Ch-ch-changes...

Valerian: For Nervous Disposition.

She Says,  

Times are a-changing, & it's hard to keep up. 

Donated a poem to a mag & they accepted straight up. 

When the writing worked before, it was in radio and there were many who called & wrote good things to me about that work. There were criticisms too of course, most valid and most from me. They only made me more determined. 

 

Realisation of Asperger's would have helped back then, but it was really That Awful Dentistry which set me back in terms of paid writing work. Bad dentistry jars the mind, the tool required for proficient writing. Then, even after the most essential treatments have calmed the mind and improved the writing, you find yr words are out of fashion. And the then the dentals get delayed, although some symptoms of psyche and relationship improve.  

Even when everything has changed, the work has gone on. It's been a constant.  

I have to keep going, after all, I have felines to support.  

Most of all,it's the weather which has been changing constantly. Bright searing heat on Monday, then suddenly,a sheet of black hail cloud is approaching fast from the North East.

She runs to fetch Princess from Jos's verandah. The wind is starting as she's running, Princess in arms toward the gate, scared cats approach and run inside with no attempt to play hard to get. 

The sun glaring and blaring against the blackness is startling. Cats inside, I do my rituals, I turn, I secure most windows, leaving vents for pressure change, I light incense, run outside with camera and trip over the netting for the sweet peas which has blown across the verandah. Stunned for a moment, a blessing is muttered, the sensitive trees stroked, then inside to place the net more tidily, misplace the camera and while looking for it, comes the dragon roar while icy coldness whistles into our shelter. The cats eat OK, & cleaning's OK, then as the noise intensifies, the cats are alarmed, edgy, snapping at each other. 

Princess is howling in the bathroom. I pull out Valerian root, a sedative. A pack goes onto Princess's bed above the electric blanket, which, (switched off when heat assumed the day), is now on again and earthy Valerian scent arises. 

Then, back in the lounge room, Valerian is placed in a wrap beneath the cover of the couch and she sits to get the smell alerted. 

Cats huddle close and gradually relax. Little Tabs asks for extra caress and contact. The nerviest of all, she's soon sound asleep.  

Big she waits for the other edge of the storm, but the dragon has moved on fast to land, as we later hear, on Campbelltown where it takes some roofs and kicks down some trees and makes for some blackouts, but noone is hurt, thankfully.  

The days turned beautiful warm with scent quickened by ice cold shadows and sharp breeze. There's been some rain, some heavy but not drenching. The Quince blossoms blew away but the Pear Tree is only recently begun to blossom, so that will happen soon. Girl and boy Gingkoes have put forth leaves and Elder is blossoming.  

NB, Princess wishes to add that she's feeling quite well and also much younger and that she goes to Jos's verandah more often than described previously.