Invitation to Relax in Yesteryear

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A unique chair in the grounds of a property at Red Hill, Mornington Peninsula
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Inspire Me Thursday meme ~ Chair
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Seating offering
Take time to dream in old worlds
Magic slower days
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Colour Your World...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rosella just beginning to take flight from my garden in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Inspire Me Thursday ~ Positivity
Haiku Friday meme ~ Hosted by It's a Jan's Life this week!
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Take time to be free
Colour tastebuds with bright wings
Feel scents of music
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Swinging Holes

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A display of garden accessories at the Tyabb Art and Craft Village, Mornington Peninsula
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Inspire Me Thursday ~ Holes
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Such small protection
A hole for hiding secrets
Entrance or exit
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Key

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Inspire Me Thursday ~ Key
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A key is a link
The charge between dream and will
Question and answer
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Mystical Doll

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Love the colours in the costume of this, one of my favourite dolls
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Inspire Me Thursday ~ Dress
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Wines and midnight blues
A doll dressed for dreaming dreams
Mystical colours
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Table Wisdom

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Small tiled table
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Inspire Me Thursday ~ Table
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Select a table
Tiled with abstract designs
Random textures
Earthy colours
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A hint of midnight
Paints a balanced framework
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Bring to the table
A skein of dried memories
Potted or
Loosely gathered
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Let it all bask in
A little sunlight
Reflection
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But keep your eye on
The smiling soul
The divine essence
Quietly
Softly
Scattering
The shadows
Below
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Secret Genius

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A kookaburra family in a tree above our driveway, Arthurs Seat, Mornington Peninsula
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt
This week let us be inspired by the words of Albert Einstein, the German born American Physicist who developed the special and general theories of relativity. Choose any quote by Albert Einstein and let his words inspire your creativity.
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The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits
~ Albert Einstein ~ from quoteworld.org
Love this guy's serious humour!
A creative thinker who reaches far beyond his world of the 20th century!
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We use the term bird brain implying that a bird has little brain to use with rich purpose beyond the basic functions of stimulus and reponse. Someone called a bird brain is meant to feel insulted! (Although this term is rarely used to the person's face. Such a personal demerit is usually flung secretly behind closed doors.)
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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But one bird finds that particular concept more than a bit laughable. That bird is our delightful Australian kookaburra. If one bird can tune in to the habits of humans, taking full advantage for personal gain, it must be the kookaburra. The kookaburra learns quickly where food is freely on offer. But here is where the basic stimulus -response process ends.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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WE HAVE KOOKABURRAS WHO:
* Know where we sit inside the home at certain times of day, perch on the back of a verandah seat and watch through the window.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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* Tap on the verandah window to get our attention. There is always a backstop nearby who seems to keep an eye on proceedings and if the tapper is not doing enough, will nudge him in a very pushy way (almost a head butt) as if to say Start tapping now! Hurry up! I'm hungry!
* Appear to enjoy listening to you talk to them as they sit on the verandah railing.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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* Have very distinct personalities. The brave feed on the verandah. The shy let the strong get our attention and wait in a tree for their share of food to be tossed down on the driveway.
* Know my car and keep a watch on our home. They have flown beside my car as I drive down the street, to or from home, several times. And often do not begin to appear until I arrive home from work. As soon as I turn into the driveway, by the time I get out they are around.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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* Sometimes seem to appear just for company and a chat, ignoring food. One kookaburra we called Scruff would often appear on the verandah railing letting my partner stand close to him. My partner would talk about the events of the day, and the little one would look at him, put his head on one side from time time, and then look far out across to the horizon as if thinking and dreaming. Some sessions could last almost an hour. But no other kookaburra has quite achieved this feat!
* Appear to be Scruff's family. When his young were first born, he would take food to them in the driveway tree and feed them. They seem to have grown, bringing their own family.
* Have long term memories. Scruff did not appear for several months. We were worried. And then, when my partner had been quite ill, he appeared outside. I saw him and called my partner. He did not believe me. But then the kookaburra followed Scruff's old habits. He let my partner talk to him for a long time on the verandah. They were very close.
Strangely, we have not seen Scruff since!
Was he there to give my partner some inner strength?
I would like to believe that this is true.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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And so Albert Einstein, in kookaburra worlds, perhaps
The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits
but I have not found any sign of a limit to that genius.

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Kookaburra soul
Laughter springs on the outside
Deep wisdom within
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Yellow Dance

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Yellow spring daffodils at Seawinds, Arthurs Seat, Mornington Peninsula
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Yellow
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Just a gentle breeze
Weeping through a yellow dance
Of Spring daffodils
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Some daffodils are white with yellow heartlands at Seawinds
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A breath of blue light

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A Rosebud morning, Mornington Peninsula
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Breath
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A breath of blue light
A sea of swirling greyness
A breath of magic
Wild sense of lonely spaces
Wild sense of natural breath
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Fragments of Me

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ shrink
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Shrink me down into
All I really am
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I am a thinker
A little dark at times ~
But it is a shiny darkness
Creating light
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I am quartz
Raw
Unpolished
Pale violet quartz
Waiting to be found by
Any stray miner
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I am the world of pharaohs
Ancient worlds with
Ancient thoughts
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I am the eternal calendar
Cycling and
Re-cycling through
Patterns of time
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And I know
The god within me
Respects
The god within you
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NAMASTE

A Beach for All Seasons

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Wintry Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Beach
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Winter lights of ice
Softening waters
A beach where summer lifetimes
Whisper from far days
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Windy, wintry Dromana beach
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Feathers
Even the stalwart
Suffer wild ruffled feathers
In the windy chills
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Beautiful winter light over a wintry Dromana beach
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But lights are magic
Like limpid dreamscapes
The soul wings in sheer delight
Riding the sky waves
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Walking Dromana pier in the final lights of day
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Sunset
Sunset pale pastels
A last walk on the cold pier
Winter smiles linger
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Polka Dot Heaven

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Polka Dot Art
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Polka Dots
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Patterns

Recurring rhythms

Persistant visual blips

Polka dot heaven

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Sunset Shadows

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Sunset shadows - 2
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Sunset shadows - 1
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Sunset shadows - 3

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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Find the Art in the Every Day

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We have all felt

And seen

The dramatic glory of

A sunset ~

From high on a mountain or

Across the ripples of darkening waters

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But how often

Have we stepped back

Behind

Familiar power lines or

Familiar leaves of

Familiar trees

And appreciated

The magical shapes of

Sunset

Shadows

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Windshield Art

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rainy carpark at Balnarring ~ 2
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Find the art in the everyday
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There is nothing more stodgy for the senses
Than being stuck in the car
In a carpark
Waiting for rain
To stop
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But when the rain
Keeps raining
With relentless
Warped humour
Desperate minds seek
Desperate entertainment
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It was then I discovered
The art of the carpark
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Sweet crystal-like beads
Floated over
Metallic
Brick
And leafy tones ~
Swirling them into
Mysterious
Watercolours and
Leaving a blurring vapour trail
Of magical ghosts
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rainy carpark at Balnarring ~ 3
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The skies darkened
The rain poured
The carpark became
A palette of daubed blots
From a frantic artist
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And beauty therapy
Evolved
It seemed
From nowhere
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rainy carpark at Balnarring ~ 4
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One obese piece of metallica ~
Resplendent in a jaunty
Piped
Corrugated beret ~
Frustratingly swelled my landscape ~
But I smiled
When I saw
The hint of
Winking
Fairy lights
In her windshield eyes
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rainy carpark at Balnarring ~ 5
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Another metallic beast
Replaced her ~
And I felt the sense of some
Mythical
Cyclops
Watching me
With intense
Bemused
Interest
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Artland

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A creative view of a corner of Cranbourne Botanical Gardens
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Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Purple and Orange
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In columned folds of whimsical purple drapes
Pressing down from skyworlds
And buoyed by earthy orange ochre pillars ~
Final bastions
Of dusky
Dust ~
Even in artland
There can be just a little
Natural
Reality
Squeezed into
Possibility
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Read my latest poem ~ Ferment and Buckets ~ on AuraGem Songlines