Stream of Consciousness

I’m trying to come up with a Christmas poem/card idea. It’s that time of year again. I have taken myself and my note book and pen to the Bodhi Tree for coffee and solitude, in hopes that my meandering mind will eventually stumble on at least an idea of a poem, and inspiration for an image to go with it.Coffee at the Bodhi Tree

It’s 11-05 in Perth, overcast, warm and sticky. I should’ve put on shorts, not jeans. I just put butter on my blueberry muffin – how unvegan. Although I will happily eat vegan, and don’t care if I don’t have meat, I don’t think I want to label myself as ‘Vegan’, ‘Vegetarian’ or even ‘Flexitarian’, even though I think that means “I eat what I want – whatever”. Actually I feel skittish about wearing any labels at all. Except maybe artist/poet. Even then – don’t want to set up expectations.I don’t have a spoon to scoop up the coffee fluff.:p Little ballet girls are manifesting themselves in the Bodhi Tree. It’s Saturday morning, sticky and warm. The music in the cafe is soft and warm. My blueberry muffin is soft and warm and sticky. Delicious. Is this a flow of consciousness or a list of observations? I am conscious of my observations, and the little ballet girl at the next table is conscious of her thirst. She has asked for water on this warm and sticky mid-spring morning. There are snowflake Christmas decorations hanging from the ceiling here in the Bodhi Tree, here in Perth, where it never, ever snows, especially at Christmas. Odd how we cling to and carry with us traditions that are no longer relevant or applicable – Snow-in-summer is the name of a tree, a shrub, a number of plants with abundant white flowers…Christmas is coming. Isn’t it always? No matter where we are in the year, Christmas is coming, always another one on the way. And what is Christmas – Jesus putative birth day, a marketing opportunity, mid-summer, mid-winter, return of the light, turn of the year. A time for children, family, love, a time for loneliness and despair. A time to reach out a hand to those in loneliness and despair. A time to call for Peace, for Love, for Empathy. Christmas is always coming, it is always time to reach out in peace and love and empathy, to place a light in the window, a candle to dispel the darkness, a light for all humankind.

11.25am. I think we have our poem, with a little work…

Christmas is coming…
isn’t it always?
No matter where we are
Christmas is coming,
Always another one on the way.

And what is Christmas?
Birth day of Jesus,
a Marketing Opportunity,
mid-summer, mid-winter, return of the light
and turn of the year.

A time for children, family, lovingkindness;
A time for loneliness and despair:
A time to reach out a hand
to those in loneliness and despair;
A time to call for Peace and Love and Empathy.

Christmas is always coming:
It is always time to reach out
In peace and love and empathy,
To place a light in the window,
A candle to dispel the darkness,
A light for all humankind.

The image is a detail from a page in my Perth Journal, a mainly pictorial and not-very linear record of my current stay in Perth.

4 thoughts on “Stream of Consciousness

  1. Hi, Suki!

    I quite enjoyed this, both the stream-of-consciousness and the poem. It is easy to relate to your observations, so on-target. Yes! Christmas is always coming and it doesn’t always bode well for everyone … but the ideal is there, embeded in the holy day. Brava!

    I’m not sure Victoria will see this for awhile. I think she just left on a trip and will be without the Internet. I will pop a note to her on her return.

    Many blessings and thanks for participating and being a lovely part of our community.

    Warmest regards,
    Jamie

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  2. Sue, this is wonderful. To begin with, I felt I was having a cup of coffee with you. Enjoyed your intro. And think I will grasp on to that idea of a Poem for our Christmas Card as well. The provocative questions you ask are so appropriate. So glad you linked it.

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    • Thanks – I’ve put a poem in my Christmas card for years now, and some years it’s a bit of a struggle to find words. A (retired) minister friend would use them when he took a service, so that was extra pressure!

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