Well, I took the camera with me, but it was a rainy, blustery day, and I couldn't get a photo. Maybe tomorrow.
I came away from my lawyer much happier than I went in. She was very reassuring, and said that if we lodge an urgent application it may be heard in a matter of weeks!!!!! She was also as optimistic as it's possible for a lawyer to be about the likely outcome.
I know when I can get into court I will be able to argue my case, and not be trying to get people who wish me harm to be nice. I know I will have an order to see Darcy on a regular basis, but then it will be a matter of Julie sticking to the order.
This saga is nowhere finished, but I feel like I've reached an important place.
My lawyer was very blunt in saying that I was by no means the first parent to have this happen, and I would not be the last. I find it very sad that something that should bring so much joy - having a child - is so often turned into something which inflicts pain.
The one thing which I can see as fortunate with Darcy is that he is too young to understand the trauma of his parents separating. And my relationship with him, although it will have taken some time to establish, will be mostly all he knows of me. I know my other kids were very hurt by the separation. But then they had their childhood with their dad.
I just want to get to the time when the ugliness and anger and pain are just memories, not daily companions.
On a different note, I went singing tonight with my Union (as in workers') choir, and we sang a Pete Seeger song "The Bells of Rhymney", that I saw him perform in a theatre in Sydney when I was 14. He dragged a tree onto the stage and chopped it to give the rhythm. And that is a loooong time ago. This video is the same tour I saw him on, but in Melbourne (1963).
Pete Seeger - The Bells of Rhymney And then we sang "Joe Hill", which took me back to being about five or six, and seeing Paul Robeson in the Sydney Town Hall. My grandmother took my sister and me, and we went backstage after the concert. I distinctly remember the song, and sitting the lap of a dark giant with the most comforting voice I have ever heard, and having a feeling of being safe and loved.
Paul Robeson - Joe Hill Funny to have found two of the few good memories from my childhood, with music.
Maybe we should have a "music I remember from when I was a child" thread.
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Not just standing; moving forward again.
Non illegitimae carborundum
Joe