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


Time
"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

Friday, 27 March 2015

A translation Dying flames - Stervende vlammen

I found an old friend back and we had a catch up by email. We discovered that we both started to write poetry later in life. I read many of hers and love them. She wanted to read one of mine as well but I never wrote something in Dutch. This one was not so hard to translate
Voor jou Albertine; een van mijn gedichtjes

painting by Leonid Afremov

Dying flames                           Stervende vlammen  

She shivers, waking up silence                                  Ze beeft, de stilte ontwaakt
staring into dancing flames,                           Ze staart. Dansende vlammen
hypnotising her, taking her                             hypnoticeren haar, brengen haar

to a place where she twirls                              naar een heugenis waar
with grace for                                                    ze zwiert met souplesse
two piercing eyes                                              voor doorborende ogen
clouding a crowd                                               beneveling de menigte

her arms                                                             haar armen 
unfolding petals                                                 ontvouwend blad
A Port de Bras                                                    Een Port de Bras
in a Pas de Deux                                                in een Pas de Deux

her muscles stretched                                      haar spieren gespannen
like strings of a guitar                                       als snaren van een gitaar
vibrated by admiration                                      vibrerend bij verering
a standing ovation                                             een staande ovatie

a note                                                                  een kaartje
"for my queen of night"                                     "mijn koningin van de nacht"
in elegant strokes                                               in stijlvolle stroken
between thorns of roses                                   tussen doornen van rozen
deep red, evokes                                               diep rood, ontlokt
a dream                                                              een droom

 
untill                                                                  totdat
his insistent absence                                       zijn volhardend gemis

cools her passion                                             dooft haar vuur
She shiver, waking up silence                         Ze beeft,de stilte ontwaakt
staring into dying flames                                  Ze staart in stervende vlammen


marja blom

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Spectrum Street Art festival at YMCA

I went with a friend to have a look at the Spectrum Street Art Festival at the YMCA. Street artists or spray Can Kings have not only dressed the walls of Christchurch City centre with amazing art. They also sprayed the walls of the YMCA and it was amazing.

A fantastic room. You could look around for hours. There is so much to see.

A cute detail. I love kids so loved this one

The figure on the opposite wall is taking a selfie. There is a camera inside as me and my friend
are on the selfie too lol


Love this part

and this


This was really cool. It was a projection on a wall with music and special effects. My daughter would have loved this as she is an artist and she is good at wall projection.

The panic room by Tilt from France. I didn't feel any panic just the feeling of he or she must have had a lot of fun.

This was cool too. It felt like the milky way was projected on the roof.
All the great artists created a piece on a huge wall. In front of them were enormous spray cans with the background of each artist printed on it.