Recently I turned my life on its head and left the comfort zone of home town, family and friends in Wellington (NZ), to start a new chapter in Western Australia. As I adjust to my new surroundings, I find myself thinking in the shape of stories and letters home. Feel free to take a seat and read on..

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

When Life Hands You Lemons

To the casual observer, this is just a bowl of lemons. To me, it is much more than that. I had a friend in New Zealand who I knew for only a few short years before she surrendered to the ravages of cancer. In the brief time I knew her, she was always full of life, laughter and love. She told me when I turned 50 that life would just get busier; I think she was right, but not in the ways I had imagined. She also had an orchard full of lemon trees, and I never left her place without bags full of the best lemons I have ever tasted. 
Since coming to live in WA, I have grown to love the charming custom the locals have of putting their surplus lemons out for those of us without trees; and can never resist helping myself to at least one. As I walk, I inhale the scent of the skin, and smile. 
My beloved often walks early in the morning while I am still asleep, and more often than not I will appear downstairs somewhat later to find a little yellow offering or two on the bench. Other times he will arrive home from work carrying one for me - still warm from the sun. This little gesture of love is so simple and yet so powerful. So much so, that the other day when he suggested I might perhaps have enough lemons for now, I was horrified and issued strict instructions not to stop! 
It's been another year of turmoil, change, adventure, heartache, loss, profound self-exploration, learning, love, and fun; with some unforeseen challenges met and overcome and some still a work in progress. This has been a year where I have largely been turned inwards, facing old demons, processing new heartaches and working to find my place in this new life we have created. And I'm getting there. 
In the meantime, I probably need to do something with all these lemons.

Friday, January 25, 2013

You can't always get what you want..

This morning's pursuit of water drops was less successful than I had hoped for. However, after spending more than half an hour leaning into the herbs to "just take one more"; I felt very soothed and settled. Which was exactly what I needed. And I smelt delicious.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Making love on a daily basis

One of the myriad reasons I choose to share my life with this man: 
In amongst the hustle of showering, shaving, breakfasting, remembering stuff, finding his 'phone..  
..he took the time to turn around and bring me this; "a perfect leaf".

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Reflections from 2012, sans fancy writing

As I have written in previous posts, in 2012 I decided it was time to learn how to use my camera. One thing I have learnt this past year is that I need lessons now.. I've got about as far as I can figuring it out for myself and now I want more. But as they used to say in the cigarette ad - I've come a long way, baby.
Worlds in water drops:
Heart's Ease
Retired Dandelions
Dandelion in the Morning
Wonderful trip to Shark Bay in June - beautiful scenery, perfect weather..
Sunrise in Shark Bay
Dolphin at Monkey Mia
Sunrise at Shell Beach
Fabulous month house sitting in the country in Spring.. an 80 acre playground at my disposal, and the luxury of having the time to enjoy it:
Ballet on Golden Pond
Pas de Deux
And we're done
Swam most days..
..and occasionally at night
Discovered Instagram
Made sacrifices for the cause
(dirty job, but someone had to do it)
Early morning stillness
Back home again..
Seagull on a walk by the river
Brief diversion into the myriad ways one can find a paper weight entertaining:
Park upside down
A cushion, an iPad and a paper weight
Messed about around boats with good friends:
And watched some great sunsets..

Happy New Year

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Bee lines

It could be said about me that I have a tendency to obsessiveness. My latest obsession has been the pursuit of a "cool" photo of a bee amongst lavender.  I walk past a house daily which sports flourishing lavender bushes on each side of the path to the front door, and currently they are hosting large numbers of bees.  Which is how this particular obsession started.  Since it's virtually impossible to catch a bee being still for more than a millisecond, three things are required here: patience; persistence; and a hot trigger finger.  Actually a fourth and quite important thing would be a better working knowledge of one's camera, but that's a work in progress.
I did remark to my beloved the other day that if our street was busier I might have caused some comment, as I have been leaning over this particular fence earnestly tracking busy little bodies on a regular basis lately.  Maybe I should have knocked on the door and introduced myself, but I think it might be too late now. Yesterday, while I was "just taking one more" I realised that the soft click I could hear was not my camera but the sound of the front door being quietly locked.  Oh dear.  Time to find a new obsession before I get arrested perhaps.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

The $130, two magazines and a kilo and a half of beetroot hair cut

Tonight we had roasted beetroot for dinner. 
The reason for this is I needed cash for my haircut.  
The reason for needing cash for my haircut is the vast number of businesses here that don't accept any other form of payment. (Even in the heart of the city, in order to buy your lunch you will quite likely need cash - one assumes the reason for this has something to do with bank charges).
So this morning I went to get the bus to go into Fremantle, to get the cash out. The reason I needed to go into Fremantle is that in our little shopping centre there are no ATMs. I didn't make it to town.  The reason for this is the bus was early.. for a change.  I watched it fly by me as I was still mounting the kerb on the other side of the road. 
Instead of sitting at the bus stop for another 20 minutes I walked up the road, got a coffee, and went home. I decided to leave for my haircut a little bit early, go and buy something at one of the local shops, and get cash out that way. 
Which I did. I bought two magazines at the local newsagent. The reason for this is that one magazine cost less than $10.00 and most businesses have a $10 minimum eftpos. Then I went to the local supermarket to buy something else. The reason for this is that the newsagent would only give me $100 cash and I needed $200 (some for the haircut, the rest for yoga and coffees).  I roamed around the supermarket looking for something I actually wanted, and that would give me the $10 minimum purchase without too much mucking around. Beetroot is heavy, and at $6.99 a kilo quick to get a $10.00 bag full.
I didn't make it to yoga. The reason for this is I drank half a bottle of wine while peeling the beetroot and recovering from my "busy day".
Just another couple of weeks to go until Sunday trading starts.