Just a short note to thank those of you following my blog. I never thought that I’d divulge my inner world struggles and write about anorexia. The process has been both exhausting and liberating. As a reward, I’m travelling to Africa and taking a break for the next month. Bon Voyage. Stay safe.
I’m home but my words float along behind me. The break from the rigour of my manuscript has done its job. I hope my words catch up to me soon. So here is a prose poetry account of writing, travelling and most importantly changing.
We recently travelled north from Melbourne to Brisbane, a journey that unearthed memories from over thirty years ago. My parents, long gone, undertook this journey to visit us. This piece is a collage of my impressions on the road.
Up the Newell
Up early after a scrappy sleep,
Our bags are packed, Christmas gifts safely stored.
New Years Day:
Eerily-empty roads stretch out in front of us.
The Newell Highway, the inland route.
My computer DiEd. I tried to breathe life into it,
‘Let’s get you a new computer. How long have you had that thing anyway?’ Inwardly groaning, I jumped into the car. A new challenge loomed, setting up a new computer… passwords… resetting passwords…moving files… Arghhh………………………………………..
I wrote about Dala, my father’s hometown in Schicksal. We went there as part of my research into the past. Dala taught me many things. This is what happened just trying to get there. Our confusion is probably shared by travellers and immigrants daily.
‘Do you want to share this memory?’ Facebook asked. Did I? Not sure, I flicked through the posts and their images. Only you can see these, it reminded me. A glint of sadness passed by as I thought of Turkey and India.
No holiday this year.
As writers we use words, to create images, feelings, and experiences in the consciousness of our readers. It is largely a silent pursuit. We don’t really talk our books although we may read sections at times.
Gathering information, observing and finding inspiration too arise in solitude; the writer, tea and the computer. This is the third part of a series of posts, titled, “Lorna’s Wisdom.” Luckily Lorna walked down the road into my life again just a few days ago.