Then I heard about John Cranmer’s possum. He’s one is down to earth those blokes who will tell you as it is whether you like it or not and a loveable rogue. He lives in John Cranmer’s garage rolla-door and clunks around over the roof like as though (he’s) wearing iron hob-nail boots. THE possum…
From Lennie´s diary- FRIDAY 17TH I looked at Mr Robert, and he seemed rather tired Maybe he could stop and be inspired For he works too hard at his advancing old age And refused to see that he could be a sage If he followed my wisdom from earth below Give time to play…
Robert’s cousin heard about me and sent me this poem about lizards. I am so glad that other people are getting inspired. Oh; how I long to be a lizard, with his fine and silvery scales Protecting me from humans and all that entails A shelter from the cold and those wintry storms From…
Lennie (the Lizzard) is keeping a diary, and occasionally shares a little of his diary with me. Some of it is private and in lizard speak, too deep for my understanding. He began by sharing this entry from this Tuesday 14th September: I heard the husband say to his wife This covid lockdown is full…
Last week Coralie reminded us that we are in the midst of celebrating the Season of Creation. I treasure her reminder to open our eyes to this beauty and to savor it; in our gardens, our observations and interactions and in our everyday living. I treasure her reminder to refrain from taking it for granted.…
Any able ace Can create space Between a rock And a hard place But it takes a wizard To free a lizard Randall Kent Lennie the Lizard has begun to be recognized. He is a shy creature, but theologically adept as his prayer illustrates: Divine mother, The one beyond all-knowing and my lizard…
I know when it’s spring when the reptiles creep The lizard emerges from its long winter sleep Sliding and slithering in its reptilian groove. It finds its place in this seasonal juve Then scurrying away when I go too near Hearing my boots it runs in fear. I know it’s spring when the magpie’s…
Come quick, yelled Jill I heard the stress in her voice and felt a chill Creep down my spine to the floor below A sudden jolt to my morning flow. The lizard’s stuck and cannot move Stuck between a rock and its usual groove It looked sad, as if almost dead So much so, it…
We are in the Season of Creation. This season dates from September 1st to October 4th (St Francis Day) The idea for this season came from the Adelaide scholar Norman Habel and the Uniting church piloted the idea back in 2003 and 4. Since then this season has been adopted by the Catholic and Orthodox…
As you can imagine, I’ve been spending a bit of time sitting on a bench overlooking the bay and gazing out at the horizon. Skinny flat white in one hand and my camera in the other. A lot of cargo ships still go in and out of the heads, and the birdlife has been wonderful.…