on the move

designated writer is on the move.

new place, new name ...

if you, dear reader, are still interested in the on going saga of the life and times of one ordinary mortal...

namely...

me...

email me at my email address (if you have it) or reeflightning@googlemail.com and i will send you the new name and blog address.

poetic justice

juniper berries are used
to flavour gin
left overs are tasty
to the truly hungry
if you are chained
you long for freedom
how much experience
makes you experienced
today's nightmare
yesterday's dream
hope is a sullied trap
irresistible to the unwary
is their an afterlife
where love goes when it dies
how hard must one look
to find poetry in justice
ice left in the sun
mostly melts




All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann

the girl in pink pyjamas

i'm a girl without doubt
or i was, maybe now
i'm a woman
i liked boys and their toys
tea parties and dolls
ribbons and bows were for others
not me, i liked horses and hats
my ma said
you look pretty in dresses
you can't ride a horse
or play war games in dresses
i was always ...
just me
they smiled when i met him
they adored him
the man who would make a woman
out of me
he took my hand and smiled into my eyes
he held me close
he loved my jeans and shared his shirts
with me, we grew a family
and laughed and loved
sometimes, i even wore a skirt
my favourite colour changed
from blue to purple,lilac,pink
sweet dreams are not always meant to last
my life became an accidental avalanche
swept helpless into the place
of more alone
to stay awhile in sadness
then venture out wide eyed
an adult me, unbalanced and unknowing
to fall in love again
to dive and swim in love's lagoon
find passion in the arms of her
and find myself anew
unchanged, just me
a girl in pink pyjamas


All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann

you must be kidding!

i am fast approaching sixty...
with some apprehension i might add...
after all, i have decided to celebrate this milestone by having my ear pierced AND indulging in a tattoo.
wild and wicked stuff for a small town girl!

this year past, i have been surveying my skin, wondering...
which part of me is least likely to wrinkle...
well...less than the devastation which has already occurred.

my face ...
not much to be done about that!
that gentle quote "you are born with the face god gives you.
you die with the face you deserve."
so...
my face tells a tale of too much sun and too many cigarettes. years of laughter and smiling and perhaps a little scowling!
i'm not complaining, i'm fond of my face...things could be worse.

the rest of me, at least the sun exposed portions were worthy of some attention...
perhaps they could be saved, or at least encouraged to resist the ravages of time.

and so it came to be, eryll, the unadorned, suddenly took to haunting the supermarket aisles. searching for the answer to an eternally youthful skin.
i found a lotion, claiming to be age defying, it smelled good, it did not leave my skin feeling sticky or oily (a definite no no!), it fell within a price range i could almost afford.
thus it began...
the daily ritual.

there i was, massaging the miracle cream onto my arms when i found it...
on my right elbow...
a big, soft lump...hmmmm
i took myself off to the doctor, the young fellow who has a rather weird sense of humour.

bursitis... what!
not possible...
gardeners, painters, floor washers. people who play sport, folks who work...
these are the people who end up with bursitis.
couch potatoes like me...
no way!
although... holding up a hardcover book and reaching for the tv remote may be classed as repetitive exercise?

i really don't care to spend the rest of my allotted with a lumpy elbow.
somehow does not seem to fit in with my self image!
the doc assures me it will sort itself out in a month or two. evidently i am to be congratulated as it is not infected and is therefore painless.

ain't life in'erestin'...

arran, arran
magical isle...
beckoning
pebble skipping close
cold winter sun
lighting
pepsodent peaks

how

how...some ask
do you stand the grey
the endless rain
which falls each day

how do you deal
with the biting cold
caressing your bones
as you grow old

the long dark hours
do they drive you mad
does the sparse sunshine
not make you sad

i am where i am
where i need to be
weather is weather
that simple, you see

our mind is the place
where our life joy lies
not the falling rain
or the cloudless skies

no matter which path
our life may take
we own the power
to control the ache

the joy, the love
reside in our mind
nature is beauty
our eyes might find

if we open ourselves
to the magic of now
remember our truth
we have fields to plough

then rain is rain
which needs to fall
the sun still shines
behind it all

All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann

a prince amongst women!

Thanks to a lead from hahnathome ... i woke up to a bit of fun! gotta love these tests.

Your Score: The Classic Lover

45% partner focus, 47% aggressiveness, 50% adventurousness

Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that:



You prefer your romance and love to be traditional rather than daring or out-of-the-ordinary, you would rather be pursued than do the pursuing and, when it comes to physical love, you concentrate more on enjoying the experience rather than worrying about your performance.



This places you in the Lover Style of: The Classic Lover.



The Classic Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and is the closest it comes to the classic images of the princess in the tower, or the romantic and chivalrous knight, or the hero/heroine from a Disney film. The Classic Lover is a treasure to find, though it can be difficult to do so because they sometimes tend to be shy and/or difficult to successfully court.



In terms of physical love, the Classic Lover again can be shy, and often needs more in terms of emotional security to feel comfortable than some of the other Types. Given the right setting, and the right lover, the Classic Lover can be a delight in bed.



Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Romantic Lover (most of all) or the Devoted Lover, or the Liberated Lover.




and you?

when we gain through pain

pain wise, i was born lucky. my body seems able to deal with fairly large doses without causing me too much agony.

then there is toothache, damn, i don't deal well with toothache... turns me into a sniveling sissy, begging for drugs and the immediate attentions of a dentist.

itching...hmmm...don't do very well with itching either. i mean...well hell...you just can't stop it. can you?

so pain wise i have pretty well breezed through life. regular dental check ups are a must. and a dedicated avoidance of mosquitoes, spiders, bed bugs and other nasty, itch causing insects... definitely desirable.

and then...
two weeks ago...
the ice...
the slip...
the damaged knees...

hah! a lesson in humility.

my body has always served me well. it is a quick healing, self recovery specialist. so, i hurt myself, so, i heal... even operations...with surgical instruments. the pain potential is limited, two days of pain killers, i'm up and at 'em again.

not this time...no siree!
this time i did myself proud...two weeks after the event and we still have... knee lock...oh yeah.
i have learned to walk with a delicacy not previously explored. stairs?...uhuh...with care. do not trip, do not turn too fast, avoid small children and furry animals. forget bending...hell, who needs to bend anyway. slow is good, slow is safe...

i remember my impatience when i took my dad shopping. not that i said anything, probably didn't need to, dad could probably sense the negative energy of my angst and irritation a mile away. forgive my arrogance, forgive my lack of understanding, my total absense of empathy. dad was in his late eighties, early nineties...he was stiff and he was in pain.he was a brit, a gentleman of the old school...he taught us kids the pride of a stoic, the value of a stiff upper lip. he moved slowly because he was in pain, he never complained.
i used to wish that my dad would just let me do his shopping for him ... it would have been quicker! the only thing i did do right was fume with frustration and yet hold my tongue.
everyone has a right to their pride, their independence. so maybe when folk grow older...they slow down a little. so effin' what!
we just have to learn... where lies the true value of time?
if we have time to listen to the chatter of children and the experiences of the elderly...
if we have time to amble through the shops at a pace which suits our companion...
if we have time to hold a hand, touch an arm, rub a back, massage aching feet...

if we have time to give and accept these love gifts...

does it matter if dinner is a little late...
the ironing is not finished...
the grass unmowed...

these chores will always be there, always need doing. when we realize the value of our time, we will spend it...with wisdom, with those we love, with those who need us.

i still have dishes to wash and time aplenty to accomplish this and many other small tasks.
what would i give for an hour with my dad, an hour to take him shopping...at his pace. an hour to listen to his voice and his thoughts. an hour to hold his hand and feel his strength.

i am grateful for the pain in my knees, every twinge, the slowness of my gait...
reminds me of the value of my time and where i should choose to spend it.