If we can cheer some people up, and make them smile, and think about lizards, and be grateful for the small things in life, and the small surprises that God brings, then this is a really good purpose for this section on our website.
Read more about our friend Lizard in the diary.
When we moved into our house in Dromana, we found a squatter, lying in the summer sun.
A large blue tongue lizard lay near to his bolt-hole near to a large-leafed plant. He moved to the other side of the garden when we had to remove the plant. He found a better home in our concrete garden masonry. It was the perfect home for him until disaster struck two years ago when I ran over the poor creature by mistake. He lay there lifeless, and I wondered if that was the end to my lizard and the joy of spring. I lay him under the orange tree with a pile of leaves to protect him from hungry birds. It took several days before he moved and took himself back to his hideaway.
I waited for Spring and lo and behold, he returned to give me a new sense of joy and new life.
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…
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 man and humanity’s selfish norms…
Then I heard about John Cranmer’s possum. He’s one is down 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 roller-door and clunks around over the roof like as though (he’s) wearing iron hob-nail boots. THE possum wrote of a man called Yeshua. Now I have no idea of who Yeshua is, I don’t know him from a bar of soap, and lizards don’t use soap…
I am still shaking, with, my legs glued to ground
An earthquake came, with rumbling sound
It threatened my house, my life and my sleep
It was more than I could bear and I will certainly keep
Locked away in case, it comes again…
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…
Come quick, yelled Jill
I heard 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…
A clever ace
Can clear some space
Between a rock and a hard place
But only a wizard
Can free a lizard.
Divine mother,
The one beyond all knowing and my lizard understanding
Grant me freedom, that I may lie in the Spring sun
I heard the husband say to his wife
This covid lockdown is full of strife
And I wanted to say if I had a voice
It’s all a matter of making a choice
To take a breath and make a shift
Be present in the moment, give thanks for the gift
For the chance to stop in their life of stress
To lay in the sun and fully rest.
All I know, and I know it well
