Month: March 2025

My Bird Life in Normanhurst by Colleen Keating

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My Bird Life

Our home nestles in the highest escarpment of Sydney Basin.  From our terrace we overlook  eucalypts,  jacarandas,  a flame tree and many gardens with grevillea, tibouchina and other shrubs . We have two magnificent Fiddlewood trees in the foreground which at the moment are in full bloom and a haven for bees and the odd butterfly. They  provide resting boughs for birds who sit to observe our activity . I say this because since the wild fires of 2019 when so much of our Eastern coast and wildlife was destroyed and the drought leading to that and then the months of isolation with covid we  topped up three bird bath daily and succumbed sometimes to offer wild seed, which we refrain from now unless the magpies sit and serenade us for while or the kookaburras demand attention.

We have watched the trees thin out over the years and with more lights at a nearby High School our Milky Way world is very much reduced. Also our nightly possum visit has stopped . That has assisted my herb garden because the possums used to think I planted it for them  but their corridor seems broken and that is tragic. So often  I saw their  gleaming eyes staring at me out of the dark near my herb garden  and I miss that.

I remember in our childhood garden we had bandicoots visit every night  my Dad was always annoyed they had dug up our garden but they were there and one would be lucky to see one today in the suburbs. 

However we get much joy from our abundant bird life  And enjoy watching the communication between them the sharing, necking, preening, odd gestures,  calling, warnings . And we marvel at how there is no communication with the different species of birds just a hierarchy  between them .  

When the wonder of birds entered our world, I came awake to the notation of native minors on winter branches,  their shadow playing on the bedroom wall, to the bird song  serenading dawn in its clear and lovely voice, each trill as perfect as a Bach measure.

Our pair of Magpies arrive at our sliding door and sing. our pair of topnotch pidgins wait near the glass door aware of our every move to the point if we are in our bedroom watching a movie they will come to that window, . The Yellow-Crested White Cockatoos  call in and there are a few we tolerate eg Charlie who had a permanent injury around his neck and he has a partner, but some of the others are greedy and destructive . Others are Butcher Birds who are very shy but sing glorious music from the Fiddelwood tree , Galahs, Crimson rosellas, Rainbow Lorikeets who chatter the whole time . Rarely but sometimes the wonderful green King Parrot sits on a high point and will dart down for a drink  . The Native Minors play in the bird bath together and sing.

 

Last season we had Kookaburras visiting daily with two plump spoilt babies who screeched for their food. So much for the laughing fun . Only now and then we hear them in a nearby ironbark with their early morning greetings but they dont need us at present.

 

 

 

Wintering by Katherine May facing dark times

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Katherine May’s “Wintering” offers a powerful counterpoint to our society’s relentless pursuit of productivity. It reminds us that embracing periods of rest and retreat, both physically and emotionally, is essential for our well-being. Here’s a look at some key lessons:
1. The Power of Pause:
We often view rest as a sign of weakness, but “Wintering” reframes it as a necessary pause for repair and reflection. Just like nature withdraws in winter, allowing the land to rest and replenish, we too need times of quiet introspection. This “wintering” allows us to process experiences, heal from emotional wounds, and gain clarity on our path forward.
2. Facing the Dark to Find the Light:
Difficult times are inevitable, but “Wintering” encourages us to see them as opportunities for growth. When we allow ourselves to fully experience the darkness, the frustration, or the sadness, we can gain a deeper understanding of ourselves and our strengths. It’s by confronting these shadows that we emerge stronger and more resilient.
3. Nature as a Sanctuary:
The natural world has a profound restorative power. The book highlights the benefits of spending time in nature, whether it’s a walk in the park or a hike in the wilderness. Immersing ourselves in the beauty and tranquility of nature can provide solace, a sense of perspective, and a reminder of our connection to something larger than ourselves.
4. Self-Compassion: Your Greatest Ally:
When facing challenges, it’s easy to fall into self-criticism. Katherine emphasizes the importance of self-compassion. Be kind to yourself, acknowledge your struggles, and celebrate your small victories. Prioritize activities that nourish your mind, body, and spirit, just like you would nurture a loved one going through a tough time.
5. Slow Down to Savor the Journey:
Our fast-paced world often leaves us feeling overwhelmed and disconnected. “Wintering” challenges us to slow down and appreciate the present moment. This may involve simplifying our schedules, setting realistic goals, or practicing mindfulness techniques. By embracing a slower pace of life, we create space for creativity, deeper connections with others, and a greater appreciation for the beauty of everyday life.
6. Redefining Productivity:
Productivity isn’t just about churning out tasks; it’s about creating a foundation for sustainable well-being. This profound read encourages us to redefine productivity. It’s about taking care of ourselves physically, mentally, and emotionally. When we prioritize our well-being, we create the space for sustained focus, creativity, and accomplishment.
7. The Comfort of Rituals:
Routines can provide a sense of stability and comfort, especially during difficult times. “Wintering” highlights the power of rituals in creating a sense of structure and purpose. Establishing meaningful routines, whether it’s a morning meditation practice or a weekly family dinner, can help us feel grounded and in control amidst uncertainty.
8. Find Your Wintering Practices:
Each of us needs different things to feel nurtured and supported during challenging times. “Wintering” encourages us to identify our own unique “wintering practices.” This may include activities like meditation, journaling, spending time with loved ones, engaging in creative pursuits, or simply taking a long bath. It is important to experiment and find what works best for us, as it’ll help us create a toolbox of self-care strategies we can rely on when needed.
9. Hope for Spring:
“Wintering” reminds us that even the harshest winters eventually give way to spring. This offers a powerful message of hope and resilience. No matter how difficult things seem, there is always the potential for growth and renewal. By embracing the lessons of winter, we can cultivate the inner strength and resources to navigate life’s challenges and emerge stronger and more whole on the other side.
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Women’s Ink Journal March 2025 editor Jan Conwey

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Women’s Ink

Giving Women Writers a Voice

The Magazine of The Society of Women Writers NSW Inc. 

Celebrating 100 years 1925 –2025

Autumn/ March

Firstly thank you to our new editor Jan Conway for this edition Of Women’s Ink .  This is our year of celebration  for our centenary,  which was launched on Wednesday 12th March in the Dixon Room in the State Library and afterwards at 4pm in the afternoon as members and guests we gathered  at the State Library NSW Rooftop Bar where with a drink and nibbles in hand , we enjoyed good company , good talk and the unique stunning sunset view across the Sydney skyline and Harbour.

I am honoured to have two of my new poems published in The Women’s Ink

Here is an update of my published poem  called Park Bench

Park bench

Solid – something apart 
a grassy island in a tremulous sea, 
a soliloquy in a play. 

Something solitary here
a lighthouse set on rugged rock
or a heron solo in the wrack. 

It proclaims its place
weather-worn
wrinkled, venerable, 

a crone with many a story to tell.
  It tempts pause, take time out, 
look about.

How many have rested here
listened to the brush of grasses
found a full-stop moment  

amidst the shifting light?

Colleen

The Woman

She steps out into the night, not unlike this one 
that beckons me away from realities of computer
and tv, away from lights of the room
into quiet of dark wrapping
its calm around me. Her stepping out
is darker, with noise unfamiliar and harsh 
even as the night may be her protector.
It is the same moonless night with few shadows.

I wonder at the stars, their rare lace, displayed
on a navy cushion. Does she glance up? 
Her ground is unstable. She steps out 
on a mission, balancing two containers.
Her children? I will never know, though 
they would be much like my own. Let her 
quench their thirst. Let her not meet trouble.
Let her return to them hidden in the rubble.

Colleen Keating

 

 

 

 

Our Centenary Celebration 1925 -2025 of Society of Women’s Writers NSW

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It was very special to be part of the Centenary Celebrations for the Society of Women Writers. The photo above is Pip Griffin and myself celebrating at the Rooftop Bar with its spectacular views over the Domain and Botanical Gardens and the Harbour.

1925 -2025.

We are a group of Sydney Writers who claaim to have in our story the brave women of the 1920’s , World Wars, Depression, the Cold War, the struggle for equality , diversity and Inclusivity.over the past 100 years.

Women including Ruth Park, Ethel Turner, Dame Mary Gilmore ,Florence Baverstock, Dorothy McKellar and Eleanor Dark who left her home, ‘Varuna’ in Katoomba as a writers retreat and when I joined I sat next to Margaret Whitlam who was a very generous member.

Celebrating our Centenary . . .   Jan Conway former President, the 2024 recipient of the Di Yerbury Award and present  editor of Wome’s Ink , Libby Hathorn, Childrens writer and the creator of the animation for our centenary, yours truly and Nell Jones the 2025 recipient of the Di Yerbury Residency Award. 

To view the video and/or listen to the accompanying song separately, please visit our website: https://womenwritersnsw.org/…/our-centenary-animation…

Our Centenary Animation Video

Huge thanks to Libby Hathorn and Hamish Gilbert, and the SWW Centenary Committee as well as the other contributors and decision-makers who made this video and song possible.

To view the video and/or listen to the accompanying song separately, please visit our website: https://womenwritersnsw.org/news/our-centenary-animation-video

Celebrating our Centenary – 100 years  of the Society of Women Writers NSW. Libby Hathorn spoke passionately about the power of women’s creativeity and presented the animation of SWW’s 100 years. Richard Neville officially launched the start of the celebrations . Maria McDougall the coordinator of the 100 years warmly welcomed a packed audience.

Afterwards we retired to the new Rooftop Winery for Champagne and nibbles to toast the beginning of our year.

 

 

 

 

 

The Lost Words by Colleen Keating

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“Miracle” by Kathe Davis

Maybe
the burning bush
was just autumn 

it would have been
enough 

 

Tanka from my garden

Can you see the first four leaves setting the pace with Autumn on its way?

autumn watching
the first four amber leaves  
in our oak tree 
pink and grey galahs
feast on hanging acorns 

autumnal music  (publ. in Fire on Water)
I thought I knew the sound  
its rustic ring  
its tingle 
down 
my spine 
its warm gurgle  in my feet 
and hands 
its whisper
at the nape of my neck
and satisfying sighs pulsing 
cool and crisp and clear

yet autumn always shocks 
its soul-satisfying crunches 
and munches and moans 
wild wind in corridors 
and howls through window gaps
its rhyming rustle tones
with snicks and snaps and cracks 
always surprise
as I listen 
to the easy drift of vesper leaves
settling to a hush

CONKERS

   

 

Autumn walk in England

in the beginning
rugged up against the air’s frosty fingers
they stomp the crispy crunch
of autumnal earth

 then along the bridleway 
in search of conker trees 
the children scamper 
running this way and that 
when the conker tree is found.

excitedly we stop and look up 
its big arms reaching out 
whispers climb me climb me
and the conkers wait
like furry animals
for a good shake  to wake
and awake they come ping ponging down 

these prickly popping conkers 
in large exuberant handfuls 
are chased and counted
as our day is written on 
by these children
with commas, question 
and exclamation marks 
and ticked by amazement.

And with our little English Grandchildren we sing

Leaves are Falling

(tune-Jingle bells) 

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling, 
One fell on my nose!

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my toes!

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my head!

Leaves are falling,
leaves are falling,
Yellow, orange and red!

 

The following poem is from a gorgeous book called

The Lost Words

by Robert Macfarlane &  Jackie French

The book is actually a collection of words put to poetry that are actually be deleted, erased from the English Dictionary  and it seems devastating that words like acorn, willow , fern and some common birds are being sacrificed for the new modern words of today. Children still need to know the language of their natural world.  Here is the poem and illustration for the Conker from the book.