This is the sunset faery. She is seen just as the sun begins to disappear beyind the blue mountains of the horizon. She stands so still and issort of transparent that its easy to miss seeing her. Then when you do see her it seems so normal that its only later that you recall seeing her... its always like that. Sometimes she appears so detached from the world on the ground around her it feels a bit frightening...or "other" but then when I remember the look in her eyes as the rich golds of the setting sun settle on her face and hair, all feels right and full of a compassion which is as big as the universe.

We humand like to think its all directed at us, affected by us and all for our benefit...and maybe it is this detachment from anything which we can change which makes us feel frightened. I wish I knew more about what she sees and has seen and will see long after I am . 

"We're happy little Vegemites as bright as bright can be. We all enjoy our Vegemite for breakfast lunch and tea . Our mother says we're growing stronger every single week because we love our Vegemite. We all adore our Vegemite. It puts a rose in every cheek." I don't even think about it, but everymorning when I am trying to decide between Vegemite or Russian Caviar on my toast the Vegemite faery sings so sweetly in my ear just about the one song I can remember from my childhood...and ...(sigh)...I put away the Caviar and I pull out the red and yellow jar and slather the lovely stuff thickly right to the edges and I am happy...it doesn't take much. The Vegemite faery says its okay to lick the knife as long as I don't cut my tongue in two like Mum said I might. So far so good...k

I see this shopping trolly faery everywhere. She is a portent of my future I feel. One day after years of lugging groceries and the like , I will "give in", and get myself a TROLLY. My mum had one and after she died it was a sort of a treasure for a while, because I hardly ever saw her without this mysterious vehicle which always had something unusual inside it.

But then after a while I gave it to St. Vinncent de Pauls so someone else could use it... I nearly went back and bought it myself...but resisted. A week or two later I saw a frail old couple, who looked pretty down at heels financially, and they were dragging my mother's old shopping trolly,...

I knew it was hers because of the stickers on it... to do with saving our public hospital from privatisation...

the old couple must have agreed because it was still there.

My 29 year old has a shopping trolly and is proud of it and she sure needs it...she thinks its cool! .

I can never decide which picture to blog...my bright one or my other one...