I sat alone
utterly happy —
because my passing thoughts
are great company
when I’m happy.
And when I’m otherwise engaged,
they’re the only company
I can tolerate.
—
This isn’t a dark post — just a simple truth known to most writers.
We are a thousand voices and memories,
compressed into one fleeting, fragile mind.
I’ve spent a lifetime learning the difference between thought and reality.
Imagination, when guided, is a gift.
But when it wanders untended — it can become a storm.
Nearly a decade ago, I let go of the myth
that a drink or two would quiet it.
It didn’t. Not for long.
It only distracted the shepherd.
Now, it takes effort.
A little tending.
And for that, I’ve found:
solitude is the best company.
Header photo: I have been tramping about with my long lens. I used to only use it on a tripod. Then I met a photographer at Quilpie the other day. We went for a walk around the Lake talking up a storm. I captured some stunning photos of a very shy little bird called a Spinifex Pigeon. Now I’m hooked and hunting birds. Say hello to Maggie. I stalked her carefully and she watched me carefully until I could see her body language getting a little uncomfortable, then I took the photo and I’m quite happy with it,
And here is the spinifex pigeon. Look at this little dude’s hat!
