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Grand Final Day
A short story by Clement O'Sheehan
On a windswept Northern Beaches rugby field in Sydney, it was Saturday morning and grand final day. The venue was Newport Rugby Ground, by the ocean. The wind will play a factor in all grades. Dundas Valley Vikings from Sydney’s western suburbs was represented in all four grand finals this day. It was the first time in suburban rugby competition history that a team played all their grades in each grade grand final.
Fourth Grade
The fourth graders ran out to moderate applause. They were playing Newport and this was Newport’s home ground. This was controversy enough. After a dour forward dominated match and with minutes to go referee Johnson awarded an offside penalty to Newport in front of the posts for a 17 to 14 lead.
The siren was due however Dundas Valley were able to kick off. A charging backrower Allan Dar collided head-to-head with his opposite backrower, both were immediately heavily concussed however Allan was able to fall to ground and recycle possession for the Valley. The ensuing ruck saw a backline move which resulted in an apparent try in the corner. The touch judge on the spot kept his flag down and nodded his head to the Valley winger having grounded the ball inside the in-goal area. However, referee Johnson still 20 meters behind play and obstructed from view by so many players in front of him blew no try and full time simultaneously.
Referee Johnson duly raced to his Lexus in the carpark and sped off. Poor old veteran coach Frank of the Dundas Valley fourth grade side cried. He attempted to talk to the touchy who explained that the game was filmed to video and there would be an inquiry, however the result would stand. Injured second grade front rower ‘Big Truck’ took off on crutches and hopped after referee Johnson. He managed to slam one of his crutches into a taillight before the vehicle raced off.
Third Grade
Dundas Valley third grade and minor premiers took the field unaware of the events in fourth grade. They played the consummate first half of rugby and stretched out to a 34 nil half time score. At 40 nil ten minutes into the second half coach Maldoon used his reserves to give all his third squad the grand final experience.
This unbalanced the side and Blacktown scored four unanswered converted tries to be back in the game and trail 40 – 31. Dundas Valley began protecting a lead as Blacktown stormed back into the game. An intercept try to Blacktown made the score 40-38 to Dundas Valley with 18 minutes remaining.
The Valley was teetering with momentum firmly with Blacktown who were camped inside Dundas Valley 20m as the minutes would down. Blacktown missed four penalty goal attempts and got the wobbles themselves, but the ensuing dropout enabled them to stay deep in The Valleys half. In the final minute of play Blacktown was awarded a scrum ten metres out from The Valleys goal line. The scrum set and moved towards the posts in formation.
Blacktown put on repeated pushes and the heavy defensive work from Dundas Valley finally took its toll. Blacktown edged their scrum over the goal line and the lock forward placed the ball over the stripe. Blacktown win third grade 45-40.
Second Grade
Barclay College, a prestigious private college in Sydney City ran eleven grades throughout the year spread across numerous competitions. They tanked their faltering first grade side to load second grade with their first grade players. The school needed a trophy. Dundas Valley was aware of the tactics which proved to be very successful. Barclay College second grade were undefeated minor premieres.
In the Dundas Valley shed sat fullback John Ta’Ala. He was vocal in his criticism of his church. This estranged him from his wife, child, family and friends. An emotional year culminated in his wife bringing his child to the grand final to watch him play.
Barclay College ran onto the field, confident. John bowed his head one last time as Dundas Valley walked slowly onto the field. The Vikings kicked off as they had lost the toss.
John quietly observed the formations in front of him from the fullback position. He could see that Barclay College had Derek, their 7 feet 5 inch back rower and he would lead their ruck and mall all day. He was bonafide first grade player with a wealth of experience.
Dundas valley kicked off and Derek caught the ball without issue, his forwards wrapped around to drive him forward. Dundas Valley intentionally did not run at the ball in flight. The forwards held a slightly reversed anvil formation, contact would not be established until the ball was secured by the opposition. The Collegians were put off by the lack of initial contact from The Valley. They began to progress from the point of kick off reception.
Derek still had the ball however it was pinned to his chest by the Vikings in defence. He felt himself picked up and carried backwards. He was thrashed to ground and rucked mercilessly by the Valley forwards. Derek lost the ball attempting to defend his body and a scrum went to the Valley 15m out from the Barclay College goal line.
A 49 - NIL half time score ballooned out to a record grand final score of any grade since records began, 128 – NIL to Dundas Valley Vikings.
John left the ground quietly after the game with his wife and child.
First Grade
Dundas Valley and Waverly from the eastern suburbs of Sydney were set to clash in the first grade grand final. Waverly were the form team of the competition and minor premieres. Waverly had beaten Dundas Valley in both home and away games, also in the first semi-final.
From the kick-off Dundas Valley found themselves on the back foot as the powerful Waverly forwards made ground up field and set up their superior scrum. The Valley held and Waverly spread the ball to create numerous rucks and clearances. The ball was spun further out wide towards the flanks.
A Valley player attempted an intercept which created space for inside/outside passing from Waverly and their first try after only ten minutes. Dundas Valley had no answer to the technical play of Waverly and were left to flounder on the edges of the ruck often grasping thin air. Five first half tries resulted in a 35 – NIL half time score to Waverly.
The mood in the Waverly sheds was calm and professional. The game is not won. In the Dundas Valley sheds players stared at the ground. The forwards had no impact, the backs were chasing shadows. They were attempting plays from behind the advantage line. The team had not entered the Waverly inside 20m area all first half. It was a shutout. Waverly were so disciplined they had not conceded a penalty. The Valley on the other hand were guilty of scrum infringements and offside play, all attempts to unsettle Waverly, all in vain.
The prize recruit for Dundas Valley was Dom Patti. He was purchased from the Canterbury Bankstown Bulldogs Rugby League Football Club. He was the highest paid player in the club and the side’s fullback. He was also the goal kicker and captain. He ripped at bandages around his wrists and spat on the ground. He was not in the game and had only touched the ball to punt it as far down the ground as he could, only for Waverly to run straight back at him in numbers. The Valley forwards had fatigued badly towards the back end of the first half.
There was little talk in the Dundas Valley sheds. They were completed dominated throughout that entire first half. The coach implored the players to find something, personally. They jogged back on the field. Waverly were waiting. Dom noted the wind had subsided. Dundas Valley received the ball from the kick-off. They formed the ruck and presented the ball to the halfback who threw a good ball to Dom Patti for clearance. The rushing Waverly backs forced a charge down, the ball bounced beautifully for the Waverly winger who sauntered around behind the posts. Waverly 42 Dundas Valley NIL after 90 seconds.
Dundas Valley kicked off, again. Waverly committed an accidental offside which resulted in a scrum to Dundas Valley. This was Dundas Valley’s first foray into Waverly’s 20m area.
Dom Patti accepted the ball as the crowd anticipated a set up play from the forwards and potential back line move. Dom knowing how fatigued his forwards were with the fact there was half an hour of play left took a range attempt on goal.
The crowd murmured as Dom mounted the football on the kicking tee. The ball sailed through the uprights. Wavery 42 Dundas Valley 3. Dom slotted a 50-metre field goal from the resumption of play. Another three points to the Vikings.
With 25 minutes to go in the second half Dundas Valley received the ball from the kickoff and worked the ball to the half way line. Again, Dom slotted a 50-metre field goal. The crowd was confused by these tactics however found their voice.
Dundas Valley again worked the ball to halfway through the forwards where the mall broke down. The referee penalised a Waverly player for not entering the ruck ‘through the gate’. A 50-metre goal resulted, and Dundas Valley were now in double figures. The score was 42 – 12 with 20 minutes remaining.
The crowd was now getting a sense that Dom Patti had been following a plan all along. They lifted their cheers to the Valley players returning to position to receive yet another kick-off. The players looked a little more energised. The first-grade coach sat pensively on a plastic chair beside the playing field. He pondered the tactics of Dom to give the forwards very little work to do whilst gradually mounting score board pressure.
The Valley forwards worked across the halfway line with the Waverly players more cautious not to give away penalties. This gave the Valley halfback more time to pass to Dom who slotted a 45-metre field goal. The Valley crowd did not know whether to laugh or cheer, they did both. 42 – 15, the score.
Whilst waiting for Waverly to kick off Dom noticed the breeze from the ocean was picking up across the field from his left to right. He threw a heap of grass to the air to confirm what he knew. Again, from the kick-off, the Valley forwards kept the ball tight and progressed over the halfway line. The Waverly backs sensed urgency and made a concerted effort to rush Dom. The Valley half back saw the ‘up and in’ defence and dummied to the inside centre.
To this point the only backs to have touched the ball besides the forwards was the half back and Dom the fullback. The inside centre dodged past the rushing Waverly backs and found himself in the back field. A long looping pass to the winger saw Dundas Valley score in the far-left corner. Dom slotted the goal with the breeze blowing over his shoulder.
The score was now 42 – 22 with 15 minutes on the clock. The Valley forwards marched possession over halfway from the kick off. The Waverly defence were now in two minds to watch for dummy running or Dom. It was Dom this time who swerved defenders and launched a left to right kick which found touch 5 meters out from the Waverly try line.
The Dundas Valley forwards had not been this close to the Waverly try line all game and were ‘fired up’ to be here. The Waverly line out throw was not in straight. The crowd came to life. The forwards had been given a much needed ‘reset’ by Dom’s tactics and were in formation for a scrum with their loose head and feed. The Valley half back fed the scrum and both forward packs held. A backline move ensued from the Valley with a player taken in a high tackle. Dom took a penalty from in front to make the score 42 - 25.
Waverly kicked off for the 7th time this half and the Valley forwards rumbled over halfway. Dom again sent a well-executed kick to the Waverly inside 20 metre area. Waverly secured the line out however the clearance meant Dundas were 30 metres out from goal. Waverly were deemed to have ‘closed the gap’ and a penalty was awarded to Dundas.
The Waverly players fully expected Dom to step for another goal. The valley hooker looked to Dom and motioned with the ball only to tap and charge into a disrupted Waverly defensive line not ready for a quick tap. Dundas Valley players tore in to join the maul. The crowd collectively screamed. The ball recycled to the lock forward who drove the maul across the try line and dropped for a try. The conversion was successful and with under ten minutes remaining the score was 42 – 32.
Waverly kicked off to the forwards and they drove another maul up over halfway. Dundas Valley progressed to the 30-metre line of Waverly. The grandstand thundered with feet pounding on the concrete levels and the concourse heaved in disbelief. Dom shaped to kick to the corner only to chip in behind the defence in centre field when he saw the Waverly fullback moving to the corner. The lightning quick inside centre for Dundas swooped on the bouncing ball and made for the far-left corner post for another Dundas try. The breeze blew over Dom’s shoulder as he kicked the ball to the right of the uprights, allowing for the breeze to bring it back between the posts, which it did, and the score was 42 - 39.
Waverly were in disarray. 5 minutes left for play. Waverly kicked off for the 9th time in the second half, the breeze was now a wind and was blowing a gale across field. Waverly decided to kick long to break the pattern of Dundas and buy time on the clock. Dom received the ball and passed to his flanker who set up play 25 meters out from the Valley goal line. They pretty much had to go the length of the field to score.
A maul was established. It took the Valley forwards a minute to go one metre. The Vikings scrum developed into a maul which progressed another five metres. The emergence of the halfway line prompted an extension of the Valley ruck and maul.
The point of play was switched numerous times as the Waverly forwards countered. At the halfway line the Viking scrum half passed to Dom who sent a drop punt all the way downfield but didn’t find touch. The Waverly full back sprinted to the oncoming Viking defence and launched a kick with all his might which held up in the breeze and sailed over the touch line on the full.
The Valley set for a line out 35 metres from Waverly try line. As the throw came into play the final siren went. The predominant Dundas Valley crowd couldn’t look on but couldn’t turn away. A penalty or field goal would only level the scores. If it went to extra time, a coin toss would decide on the running direction, and if Waverly ran with the breeze, they would take advantage. They had beaten Dundas Valley this way more than once this year.
Dundas Valley secured their line out and set up for a ruck and maul immediately, advancing into Waverly’s 20 metre zone. Dundas Valley inched ten meters out from the goal line. The crowd hit fever pitch. Five meters out. The final siren was distant memory. The front of the maul crossed the stripe. Waverly sent all players in to hold up the ball.
Any break in play would be end of the match and grand final victory to Waverly. The referee screamed ‘use it now!!’ The Valley scrum half barely managed to get the ball to his fly half as the Waverly players tore from the maul and charged the Valley fly half. He was caught. Open side flanker from the Valley was immediately upon him and ripped the ball to his forwards who had filed in from the back of the ruck.
Another maul was established by Dundas Valley under the posts. The front of the maul crossed the stripe yet again. The noise in the ground was deafening. The lock forward held the ball at the back of the maul and got lower and lower to the ground. The referee’s head was virtually in the maul itself to assess on any potential grounding. The valley backs joined the maul, another inch. The Valley lock forward hit the ground at the first sight of white paint and the referee shot his right arm straight into the air and blew the pea out of his whistle, ‘TRY!!’. Full time.
Final score Dundas Valley 46 – Waverly 42.
FATIMA
A short story by Clement O'Sheehan
Fatima walked from Enmore Road to Albermarle Street in her Hijab.
It was February in Sydney, particularly hot and humid in the late afternoon. The inner suburbs took on a sepia affect, things looked burnt. Concrete, brick and tar were hot to the touch and enamel advertisement hoardings blistered on shopfronts, roads and sidewalks. She walked until she came to the end of Albermarle Street where she ducked inside to the blessed coolness of air-conditioned comfort.
She approached the bar and walked back with a medium size frosted glass of amber ale. She sipped in pure delight and took in the ambience. The front wall of the hotel extended two meters from the bar and ran along its length, enough room for bar stools and people to walk single file, one side of the bar to the other. The entrances to the hotel were at either end of the long bar. Most of the locals sat down around one entrance where a faithful border collie lay on the tiled floor, its head lying alongside a steel bowl of chilled water.
Fatima sat at the other end of the bar where the foyer opened out towards the pool hall which led to the outside beer garden at the rear of the hotel. The foyer joined another hallway which led to a lounge area where an old upright piano was parked against a wall. The lounge was mostly unattended, and many locals had never been in there.
The hotel was Fatima’s choice as it was quiet and out of the way. Besides some interesting looks on people’s faces to see her looking out the window sipping on her ale, she was not disturbed and felt content in such a nice, old place.
After 20 minutes the beer was warming and going flat. Fatima had finished, so she gathered up her bag and made for the 1.4km return walk to her home in the heat of the afternoon. Soon, she was home with her nieces and nephews, a sister and two brothers, aunties and uncles, her mother and father.
Home was a seven bedroom rental property on Enmore Road. It was narrow across the front. The doorway was posited on the far righthand side and ran a length past seven bedrooms in a long single hallway to the open plan loungeroom, dining, kitchen and sunroom. Back steps led to vegetable gardens. A narrow rocky path meandered to the garage at the rear of the yard which opened onto the back lane. The family had two cars, both stations wagons.
Fatima’s bedroom was at the front of the house. She shared her room with her older sister who was studying law. Fatima was studying pathology, final year. They were a week away from returning to university following a long hot summer.
Fatima did not mind the noise of Enmore Road, similar to people who live nearby to trains and planes. The noise is partially processed by consciousness and for the most part ignored.
PILOT
A short story by Clement O'Sheehan
Cabin crew cross check and prepare for take-off.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 4B7 with service from Patagonia to the Cayman Islands. We are currently taxiing third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately seven minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Psolis Airlines. Enjoy your flight.
SAFETY
Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the crew I ask that you please direct your attention to the monitors above as we review the emergency procedures. There are six emergency exits on this aircraft. Take a minute to locate the exit closest to you. Note that the nearest exit may be behind you. Count the number of rows to this exit. Should the cabin experience sudden loss of pressure, stay calm and listen for instructions from the cabin crew. Oxygen masks will drop down from above your seat. Place the mask over your mouth and nose, like this. Pull the strap to tighten it. If you are traveling with children, make sure that your own mask is on first before helping your children. In the unlikely event of an emergency landing and evacuation, leave your carry-on items behind. Life rafts are located below your seats and emergency lighting will lead you to your closest exit and slide. We ask that you make sure that all carry-on luggage is stowed away safely during the flight. While we wait for take-off, please take a moment to review the safety data card in the seat pocket in front of you.
IN FLIGHT
Good afternoon passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Psolas Flight 186A. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 1:25 pm. The weather looks favourable and with the tailwind behind us we are expecting to land approximately fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. It is clear and sunny on the Cayman Islands, currently 28 degrees. Enjoy the spectacular views of the Caribbean Sea and neighbouring islands as we descend. Cuba to the right and Jamaica to the left.
I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of your flight.
HIGHWAY
A short story by Clement O'Sheehan
Intense purplish, bluish high beam headlights turned the highway from night to day as a large grey kangaroo bounded through the scrub. Spooked by the brilliant light and deafening engine noise rupturing this silent night it careered head on into the vehicle travelling near 130km/hr. Up until a split second before impact the big roo had remained invisible to the driver. The seatbelt prevented Tom from being launched from his driver’s seat through the windshield as the felled animal mashed into the undercarriage of his 4WD.
The wheel buckled over, breaking the suspension. The dismantled aerial whipped over the windscreen and bounced off the roof never to be seen again. Tom nursed his new, very expensive, now broken vehicle to the side of the road and waited. He was shaking and coming to terms with the damage to his car and the ambience of the bush at night. He reached for his mobile phone and found he had no reception.
A long night ensued until the darkness before the dawn when a truck en route from Brewarrina to Bourke stopped to make a call to roadside assist on behalf of Tom. Tom sat despondently in the passenger’s seat of the truck. Rob drove quietly along.
Una woke that morning and hurried her two young children to the school bus which was waiting outside their house. The work day passed but not her constant headache.
An uneventful evening followed on. Una prepared dinner while the children were doing homework. Mark was in the hallway waiting. The phone sounded and he answered immediately. The voice on the other end informed Mark that it is business as usual. Electronic modulating tones signalled out the alter. Mark proceeded upstairs to the bedrooms where he ran the checklists and made sure everything was accounted for.
It was 20:00hrs and time for bed.
The alarm sounded at precisely 01:00hrs, Mark launched out of bed and began packing the car, Una collected the children and marched them out the door. No talk.
Mark eased the car out of the driveway slowly without headlights, only turning them on and picking up speed when they were on the highway. Mark turned at a non-signposted dirt road and turned the headlights off using only parkers to guide him through the darkness.
At 01:30hrs they passed the first checkpoint. Ensconced in a series of concrete bunkers built into the sides of hills, heavily armed personnel met the vehicle. The second checkpoint was under a large hill where they were met again, this time by fully automated cybernetic bionic machines. The car inched forward until it was secured by the apparatus. Red and blue lasers scanned the car and its occupants. The car remained stationary in the enclosure.
The screen ahead flashed from red to green, a wall rolled back in front. They entered the searing and brilliant white light.
On a stretch of highway between Bourke and Nyngan, an accident scene was set up. A car was driven by remote control off an embankment into trees. Marshals attended the scene.
Una woke that morning and hurried her two young children to the school bus which was waiting outside their house. The work day passed but not her constant headache.
Jotere
A short story by Clement O'Sheehan
Jotere is a little town of 200 people or so. Kington is two hours to the east and Fedub two hours to the north with nothing but vastness to the west or south. The nearest city is Appoinstone over 1000 miles away.
Eric lived at the back of the property in a 40 foot rusting caravan which was mounted onto bricks. A huge rusting car port stood over the structure.
Harold owned the motel on the edge of town, a liquor store, petrol station and pawn shop. Margo was Harold's wife.
Margo drove a bronze Mustang and Harold drove an old green pickup truck. A 1970 Ford LTD sat on their property unregistered. Eric would take this for his drives across broken roads out into the desert, he could be gone days at a time.
Some said that there was a decommissioned military installation a hundred or so miles away beyond the conventional road system, but no one could say they had been there, and no one wanted to know.
The environment was semi-arid and appeared combative to passers-by who were travelling along the highway usually well stocked with food, water and fuel so they didn’t have to stop. Tumbleweed spun across unkempt streets. Houses looked abandoned but they weren’t. Travellers occasionally saw figures silhouetted against the setting sun reloading their rifles and firing across the plains into the apparent distant nothingness.
Stan eased his bright red Oldsmobile Omega into the motel driveway. Harold met him with a familiar firm handshake and handed over the key to Stan’s usual motel room. From the trunk Stan retrieved his suitcase and laid it on the single bed, alongside the double. Stan was 65 years old with a solid, muscular build and grey hair short back and sides. He wore beige suits and tan leather shoes. He walked easily and confidently. He had worked this circuit since his early 20’s when he came out from Nevada having hitchhiked there from Salt Lake City.
He had hitch hiked to Salt Lake City from a small closed community called Modena in south west Utah. He fled from his only known home. The Father owned the girls and the women. Boys and men were dropped up the highway or down disused mineshafts at night.
Stan was busy. He sold insurance, small businesses and items from catalogues; he travelled all over and visited Jotere once a month. He travelled non-stop. He didn’t sleep much but he smiled all the time. Harold and Stan had been friends for years from other lives they knew each other in. It was Stan’s idea for Harold to move to Jotere. Stan sold the motel business to Harold all those years ago and helped Harold obtain the licences required to sell liquor, operate a pawn shop and a petrol station.
Jenny was a 42 year old divorcee dental nurse who had just driven in to the motel as Stan was driving out. She wore an eclectic elastic retro outfit which accentuated the tubes of her rolling blonde hair. She laughed automatically through a buffet of make-up. Jenny had big eyes, a giant mouth and drove a 1978 Cortina coupe, midnight blue.
Stan drove through Jotere and waited beside a run-down crossing bridge for his rendezvous. The bridge was over a creek which ran dry near on 20 years ago. A black 1969 Chevy Camaro SS and a brown 1970 Buick Riviera pulled up behind him. Parcels were exchanged before he led them via U-turn away from the bridge along a back road to the highway. They travelled north for half an hour then turned off onto a development road and headed west into the desert. At about 100 miles they took an unmarked road due south and arrived at their destination just as the sun was setting.
Jenny also met her rendezvous by an airfield half way between Jotere and Kington. The Ramsay Base was rarely used and was closed to the public. Only an office and the hangar were sited, the airstrip itself had no markings and was in a state of disrepair. Debbie ran the office which had no apparent business.
She produced a cluster of keys one of which opened the padlocked gates to the airfield. Debbie showed Jenny a cash box and a colt pistol. They walked to the hanger. The reflection of the setting sun shimmered over the aging asphalt of the runway creating a mirage effect in crimson and gold. Large black birds crossed the sky.
Eric looked at the clock on the wall as it struck 6PM. He rose from the lounge and drove his LTD back out onto broken roads into the desert. Down the street, 79 year old Bertha was sitting in her rocking chair on her back porch taking in the sunset as Eric sped off over the horizon. She lamented watching Eric doing this over the years and remembered when it all began.
Meanwhile, a DC3 lowered its sights and dropped from radar on approach to Ramsay Base.
Karen
A short story by Clement O'Sheehan
I sat on the terrace in the observations role. The patients were resting, the sky was overcast, showers were expected.
Karen sat along beside me. She was a kind, stern, at times feared though always revered and trusted nursing leader/manager.
She was at the end of her working life and I was at the start of mine.
She encouraged me. She said;
Start early for work, finish at the end of your scheduled shift.
Occupy yourself with work, make yourself unavailable to staff who are gossiping, grumbling or idle. If you are targeted or scapegoated, you may be told you don’t belong in that workplace or that you’re not a ‘team player’. Leave quietly and without complaint. Sometimes we need to be forced out of places so that life can introduce us to excellent opportunities.
If you become the boss, hire character and train skill.
Your energy is currency, spend it wisely. Most things do not require your opinion, give a considered one if you are asked, otherwise keep to yourself. Judge carefully. Move lightly on your feet.
Cultivate your marvelous human imagination in the monotony and solitude of routine life. Within you is the person you are, a person of blessings and permanence.
Spend money with your savings. If you don’t yet have the money, be patient and save more. When you have everything be circumspect.
When you are wealthy, and you will be, be glad for more work and its tasks. Success is not a secret, it is a System.
Allow life to evolve your ever maturing encounters with emerging versions of your conscientious self, no end.
Allow life to steer your course, energise its course by channelling your wonderful human imagination. In the imagination are divine plans made just for you. Immerse yourself in the sensuality of fruition. If it takes a thousand people to bring about your desires then a thousand people will play their part. Force nothing despite appearances.
Karen then smiled towards the evening sky and returned to the nurses station.