Saturday, 27 June 2015

Turn your face to the sun

Turn your face to the sun
by Maithri Goonetilleke


There are days when nothing seems right. When every shell you pick up on the winding shore is broken. When the silken treasure slips through your fingers too quickly. When comforts are empty. And the world is noise.

On those jagged edged days, when the wind is screaming for a reason only she understands. And you find yourself all alone.

Turn your face to the sun.

There is goodness in the world, that even the river of tears cannot erase.

There is love in the world, that the numbed armies of fear can not destroy.

Sometimes that goodness is everywhere apparent. It pours from the heart of every moment. From the light of every smile.

On those soft days, love hides in the eaves to drop like sweet honey on your forehead and sings her lilting lullabies in the arms of the winds.

But on some days, Beloved. On days like today....

We need to look, to see.

So turn your face to the sun.

Even when she is nowhere to be seen.

Go inside yourself. Find a speck, a splinter of beauty to be grateful for.

'Yes', the day has worn you. And 'Yes' our mistakes have been so many.

But say 'Thank you' anyway.

Take account of all that is in your possession.

A mind. A heart. A body.

A life that breathes, even if for just one more day.

Now count the eyes that have smiled
at you on your wild journey,

the hands that have held you tenderly,

the ears that have listened,

the prayers that have been made on your behalf.

And whisper your 'Thank you' again.

Count the sky that has watched you grow
with His painted eyes,

The heaving waves that find their echo
in the tides of your breathing,

The little birds that have sung
you their songs,

The stars which have been a lamp
to your path,
and are your
rightful inheritance.

Count unexpected laughter,

Count undeserved grace,

Count Passion and Love making and Dreams yet to be born,

And bow your head and say 'thank you',

Now count the lives who still need your light,

The hungry, the sick, the helpless,

Count the children who will die today

and imagine if with the breath of your body
you could help just

Turn your face to the sun,
And know yourself as a child of the light.

You are the Goodness that cannot be extinguished,

The love that burns through the darkest night.

And perhaps,
In turning
You will see what i have seen,
that this day where everything seemed wrong,
was not your curse,

It was your gift,

Your chance...

To find inside yourself a forgotten 'thank you',

To smile in the face of the grim suppressors,

To stand in the heart of the glowering darkness
and turn your face to the sun.

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Raging waves

I briefly appear  to show you these spectacular waves in Birdling's flat.  A present from the universe we received when we went out for the first time since my husband had his operation. They took a part of his colon to take away a cancerous tumor. We don't know yet if it has spread and have to wait another week for that.It's like a tidal wave has come over our lives but we go with the flow and my husband is amazing. He is recovering well and is so positive. Even now he is my rock in the breaking waves. Fingers crossed for the next step.

It is easy to believe we are each waves and easy to forget, we are also the ocean Jon J Muth

By Mary Oliver

I am in love with Ocean
lifting her thousands of white hats
in the chop of the storm,
or lying smooth and blue, the
loveliest bed in the world.
In the personal life, there is
always grief more than enough,
a heart load for each of us
on the dusty road. I suppose
there is a reason for this, so I will be
patient, acquiescent. But I will live
nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting
equally in all blast and welcome
of her sorrowless, salt self.

You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.  Alisha Spear

Viginia Woolf The Waves

The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.

Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.” 

Victoria Erickson

“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came…” John F. Kennedy

In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans. Kahlil Gibran

I want to run the beach’s length, because it never ends. Deborah Ager

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused. Rainer Maria Rilke

I mark my turmoil in
 smashing waves washing ashore 
Calmness unveils while watching
 the raging wildness

Monday, 27 April 2015

Birdling's Flat

3,218 people are now known to have died in a massive 7.8 earthquake which hit Nepal on Saturday. It is an absolutely horrific situation. Thousands have slept outside and the devastation is enormous. Our thoughts are with Nepal.  If you can... give.

We spend the Sunday at  at Birdling's Flat, a settlement  close to lake Ellesmere. Birdling's Flat also refers to the pebble beach that is part of Kaitorete Spit. William and a young friend went fishing (the hunters) and I collected stones (the gatherer)

Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” 
― Richard BachJonathan Livingston Seagull

We visited some friends there and had a lovely lunch and a magnificient view

It was a pleasure to do the dishes seeing this

"It's always teatime" - mad hatter  - Alice in wonderland

Let’s not travel to tick things off lists, or collect half-hearted semi-treasures to be placed in dusty drawers in empty rooms. Rather, we’ll travel to find grounds and rooftops and tiny hidden parks, where we’ll sit and dismiss the passing time, spun in the city’s web, ‘til we’ve surrendered, content to be spent and consumed. I need to feel a place while I’m in it.
Victoria Erickson

A big ball of wibbley, wobbley, timey, wimey stuff - Dr Who

Happy Kingsday to my family and all Dutch friends. Have a great day!

Friday, 24 April 2015

Update from my corner of the world

Lots of things happening here but I still managed to catch some beauty and read some great poems.

A friend from Williams work made this gorgeous fish from driftwood for us. I love it
 Thank you so much Susan 

We have been busy again. Second sleeping room renovated. It has a new false ceiling, wallpaper, windows and walls painted, new curtains and the floor is varnished. The curtains for the small window still have to be shortened.

 A walk along the Heathcote river (Cracroft)

Some autumn colours. It is one more month till winter and it hasn't been to bad up till now.

While writing this we had an earthquake. It has become a habit to guess how strong it is and than check on GeoNet. So I checked. I thought it was a 3.5 but wow it was a 6.3 and it was 40 km NW of Kaikoura which is about 180 km from here. I hope the people in Kaikoura are all right. See how far it travels. Can you imagine what it does when the major Alp fault line goes off? It runs along the Southern Alps that runs almost the entire length of the South Island. But maybe let's not. Reminds me of updating our survival pack as we drank all the water and the torches are on the wrong place etc. Yes NZ is on shaky grounds. 

The view from my kitchen window. One morning I had to run outside to catch this gorgeous
 rainbow. In the future they are going to build houses on that part in the name of progress.

A beautiful poem which speaks to me at the moment:

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken
By Rainer Maria Rilke

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for

may for once spring clear

without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.

Friday, 3 April 2015

Godley Head walkway

First of all Happy Easter days to everyone

William has been creative again and made the door above for $20 He bought four planks and the rest is pallet wood.

More garden fun I bought the little cat with rusty chains for $1, the horse shoe came out of the ground
and a rusty iron shape from a market. The cool bucket is from a shop in Akaroa

Look on Sumner, South Brighton , the rest of Christchurch and the Southern Alps

Beach at Taylors Mistake or Te Onopoto which means short or little beach.
Here is also the start of the Godley Head walkway

The hills are dry and covered with  Cotyledon orbiculata, also called pigs ear

The beautiful rugged coastline

  There is a path off the track where you can go down to Boulder Bay It has a couple of baches.
 I know one is about a hundred years old. The owners have to do their shopping by boat.

Love this wheel. 

A play at boulder Bay. Aren't we having fun till I realised that it isn't that easy to come off. Help me. Hubby didn't. He just laughed :( but I managed to get off. :)

Ah that's all I have to show you Isn't NZ boring