With my brother and little sister at Cleland Wildlife Sanctuary

I was very fearful when I quickly wrote my last post and I wanted to explain my many longer blog breaks. At the moment I do not have internet connection in ‘BC’ and have been taking as many trips as possible there in the last couple of years.

I have never before had to bear the death of a very close loved one and I had no idea how I would be able to do it.

Dad has been ailing for the last few years and in many ways we as a family must have been  grieving a little at a time and  preparing ourselves for Dad’s death- inevitable but sad nevertheless.

All was well. I was able to spend two days with my very, very dear Dad and the rest of our family, and  I was so happy to be with him and hold his hand through his last night.

The hospital staff who have looked after him (and us) for the last couple of years were magnificent, and the warmth and support of the community in this  small country town was wondrous.

There is  lovely tradition that when there is a death of someone in or close to the community  a  flag is raised at 1/2 mast in the main street. Everyone is alerted and gathers around. Neighbours drop in with food and flowers and help to organize the funeral and afternoon tea.  During both of my parents illnesses in the last couple of years I have spent a lot more time traveling back  and forward to Booleroo, and although I have not lived in the town for many years it has felt as if I had never left and I’ll be forever grateful!

The funeral was a wonderful celebration of a long, full and happy life. We were surrounded by friends and family and I was honoured to be able to do the eulogy. I have posted this on a separate page (temporarily) for friends, family members and as a little piece of history.

I would not describe myself as superstitious or particularly sentimental but in the last couple of weeks I have been observing all sorts of invented rituals and practices. Wearing the couple of little pieces of jewellery he gave me as a child , using his hankies and wearing his pj’s.

I wore my Liberty ‘viking ships’ dress to the funeral, because I had heard a minister talking about ships and souls and peace at a previous funeral and I remembered hearing about the Vikings cremation rituals!

Those you have loved the most dearly must live on the most strongly in your memories and remain as a source of inspiration and strength.

…that a newby could become so interested in ice hockey?

I always love the winter Olympics. The participants seem to love their disciplines in a slightly more exuberant way than the summer Olympic participants. Maybe I’m projecting because I love snow so much.  Oh well, in 4 years I can try to learn a few of the rules.

On Saturday evening I eventually wore this piece of fabric made into a scarf rather than the newer piece. I absolutely love this piece of fabric with the unusual colours; the bright purples with the more muted olives green reds and bronze.

I purchased the piece of fabric from Sanshi , Perth retailer, when they had a stall at a Melbourne fair. I lost some length in the piece (before I folded and neatened it) by cutting it in half in the middle 1/3 and rejoining it so that when worn as a scarf the trees stayed up the right way!

The jacket has always been a  bit big but the silk and lining holds it’s shape that well that I don’t care. Unfortunately I don’t think it will stand one more dryclean.

We have all fallen in love with Mali, the baby Asian elephant who was named yesterday. I’m not sure of the spelling, but when spelled correctly ‘mali’ is the thai word for jasmine. Do have a look here. Videos are being made available frequently so we can watch her progress.

Baby Elephant’s First Swim! from Zoos Victoria on Vimeo.