Not Useless (Aka Dear G....)

If right now
I could step inside your mind
I would, like Atlas
Take the weight of the world
On my shoulders
I would relieve you
Of the sudden imposition
Of grief
That has weighed you down
Yet again

If I were in your world
Not part of the periphery
I would stroke your hair
And dry your tears
I would make you
Endless cups of tea
I would bring to you
Cool washers for your face
I would sing
Lullabies

All the time
That I did all this
And surrounded you
With an endless hub of activity
Deep down I'd know
I did it all for me
Not for you
I know I can't heal you
But I would be wanting to feel
Not useless

Kennilworth

This weekend Matt and I went camping at Kennilworth with Kate and Jo.

It was just an overnight trip, but we had a fun time, it's so lovely there (even though it does rain a fair bit..).


We had yummy lamb shanks done in red wine in the dutch oven on the fire. I got a leach on my foot and completely freaked. There was a catfish that seemed to be guarding a bunch of rocks in a hole in the river.

And Jo and Kate found a baby bird that was injured, it was feathered, but too young to fly. I put some water on the end of my finger and gave her a drink (it was a little Lewin's honey eater) and she started to feel better, and then we dissolved some sugar in some water and gave her some more - she really liked that and drank from the end of my finger poking out her long tongue and licking my finger without having to be held. After phoning about ten people, we found a wildlife volunteer who could take care of poor little misery (my nickname for the bird)