sewing and reaping

Today I


Sewed trousers orange and green for Irish night at the Ohau Lodge

orange tarten with a green stripy leg warmer..ooohhh eeerr

Cooked Barley and lentils for a salad dressed with lemon garlic and parsley ecetera ecetera for tea
Washed clothes..4 loads worth
Read into Corinthians
Watered Planted and picked in my garden
and thought about my favourite poem which I may have posted before


By Eileen Duggan


The Tides Run Up The Wairau

The tides run up the Wairau
That fights against their flow.
My heart and it together
Are running salt and snow.
For though I cannot love you,
Yet, heavy, deep, and far,
Your tide of love comes swinging,
Too swift for me to bar.
Some thought of you must linger,
A salt of pain in me,
For oh what running river
Can stand against the sea?






I love salt and snow together

Things that imply taste and smell and New Zealand

I like the how the rivers and mountains and sea are so close here and are so much in our hearts.

Last night the moon
was a fat quarter and lit up

the macrocarpas 

fringing them against the dark
a spanish shawl splayed
along the seams of our land

Not going there

I havnt written too much this year. My blog has been filled with things that 'fill' me and 'lift me' , and I have wondered about exposing too much of where my head is at because when I take time to examine my thinkings..they feel like the wild lands of Narnia..mythical animals and all.
But I do think things and then I wonder how it would be to quickly go my computer and write about it. Actually get a chance to catch those random wonderings, pin them down and unpick them later.
What prompted this; is the fact that I am having a small group of people for a potluck to celebrate my birthday. It feels an enormous step after the focus of the year and sometimes when I practice normality it frightens me..this year has been so intense.
I do normal things like dishes and walking and I am feeling content, peaceful, 'anticipatory about happy' and then a fearful thought sneaks up and reminds me of the last year and statistics and numbers. My response is ..NOT GOING THERE..and I push it away.
Its good to practice calm and o.k ness..and I actually do feel that. Everything is fine now and ok, but there is piece of me that associates flippancy with that sort of thinking and tries to remind me that I should be more serious...

And this potluck is about 'me'. Feels strange..the face of it I don't recognize.

Things getting completed

Gary dancing to ACDC-Thunder- in his new Table Tennis space.
He's looking for opponents.

Setting up Stereo

Possum with Moon eyes

My night animal wall.
Made by Mackenzie

Owl