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come from? Who knows, but songstress
Wendy Rule reports a similar vine taking
over her front fence and garden. Never
mind "2010: The Year We Made Contact",
this is "2011: The Year the Pumpkins Took
There is a mutant zucchini plant that
produces one huge zucc at a time. One
day, yellow flower, next day, zucchini
larger than the dog.
Roses are still blooming, the daphne
looks tired, and the ground cover is
battling for space with dandelions in the
The kitchen needs cleaning, my bed
needs making, washing needs hanging.
This is my house, and it's where I live,
with family, pets, plants, crystals, tarot cards,
computers, and socks whose partners
have disappeared into the black hole
where socks go.
Yet, while it is a home, it is not truly
MY home. There are those who would
say my home is far, possibly in a galaxy
far, far away. Often I seem to be the alien
among my friends, the one who sits
quietly and thinks on poems, or passing
remarks, suddenly my mind taking flight
into imagination, only to be dragged back
two topics later.
Recently, during a viewing of the
disaster movie 2012 I got thinking on the
impending flood in the movie. This led
to thinking on the theories of Dr Emoto,
and how water carries memory and
emotion. I was well into, "If water could
speak, what would it say to us?" when I
saw my mates looking at me oddly. I'd
been asked if I wanted another cup of tea
and had murmured something about,
"Is it cruel to boil the water, has anyone
Is it any wonder some think my home
must be among the stars, because there
is no way I am a regular human being.
And truly, one of my homes is the star
field. Science fiction, and the night sky,
grabbed ahold of me young, and have not
let go. I am still yearning towards outer
space. With the space shuttle program in
the States closing, I will have to turn my
"Helen goes to space" campaign to Russia
and China. How can they resist a belly
dancing, yoga-doing poet? NASA could,
but I'm sure it's only a matter of marketing.
Closer to earth, my home is on bare
ground, dust all over me, and a lion cub
in my lap. I found a resonance in South
Africa, raising lion and tiger cubs. I looked
into the eyes of a cub called Muzumba
and something said, "Here, home".
I dream of him often. He is huge now.
I saw a picture recently and there is no
way I'd trust him in my lap any longer,
provided he could even fit in it. Yet, I
look into photos of those eyes and see
myself reflected. A wild thing accepting
a quieter life for now. Both of us still
playful and that little bit ratbaggy.
I miss Africa greatly, and the human
friends I have there, as well as the cubs
and big cats I love so dear. Give me a
ticket, and I'd be there tomorrow. To get
my hands into the fur of a lion cub, to
have my knees nipped by a naughty
tiger cub, to have Scarlett and Sarah and
leopard cubs jump at me and try to
bite. Scary, but also a deep sense of
Another home is Hawaii, or anywhere
in Polynesia. My body has vibrated in
New Zealand also, and I have longings for
Fiji, the Cook Islands, Easter Island. Past
Yet another part of me feels drawn to
Russia, and another to Antarctica. What to
do when home is global, and more than
that, universal? I can't live everywhere.
So, I settle onto my brown couch,
with the pup next to me, and shut my
eyes. I leave my body and spread out
across the world, drawing sustenance from
the places that call to me, and beyond
that, out into space, touching many
worlds. Spread thin, yet unbreakable. Some
would argue that the soul can only be
spread so far, but I think it is infinite and
can be many places at once. Thus, I am.
All at once I am in Kauai, Melbourne,
Cottesloe Beach, Mauna Kea, Nazca, St
Petersberg, Mars, and the Pleaides. Each
of those places feeds into me, makes me
And then, I come back to Muzumba's
copper eyes, and back to myself, to the
house, the couch, and the troublesome
pumpkin vine. A true grounding in
home, after being Home.
© NOVA JUNE 2011
'Science fiction, and the night sky, grabbed ahold of me
young, and have not let go.'
'I have longings for Fiji, the Cook Islands, Easter Island.
Past lives? Perhaps.'
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