...Homemade Rainbows...

Monday, August 30, 2010

::: winter :::

number 12
the last photo of the season
and the first eggs
brown and cream and, yep green!
oh yes there is much excitement here within our home
and much noisy clucking from within the coop
music to my ears
and my eyes in the form of warm runny golden goodness
welcome sweet spring
seems the chickens and the garden know you are perhaps already here

Monday, August 23, 2010

::: winter :::

number 11
enjoying the cloak of orange that comes with late winter afternoons
in between the odd days of rain
the umber and gold that comes with the setting sun
the shorter lengths of shadows
the stronger shroud of light
the warmth of night time fires
winter.... there are the things I will miss

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

::: winter :::

number 10
a Saturday morn with just a hint of Spring in the air
all of us outside
together but engrossed in our own thing
more cutting of the banana stump
some of this on paper
study with brain food
and painting the newest thrifted addition
he did
she did
mama did
papa did

Thursday, August 12, 2010

I've found joy...

quite easily now I've stopped to look....in the simple things.
Is it any surprise...really?
After all the drama and grief of late it really is no surprise it is indeed the simple things I have turned to to rediscover my joy.
Lately amidst it all there has been the elation in finding green tree frogs hiding in my bromeliads...
and just a little disappointment in finding this one who has only one battle scarred eye. But alas his beauty and green-ness and mere presence in my space is proof enough of the welcoming environment my garden provides to such delicate little beings...joy indeed I tell you!
And in addition to that there is the joy in teaching my girl to embroider. Oh yes.
Her own pattern drawn straight on some calico....who else but Zeus our beloved old chihuahua...who I think would truly prefer to be left alone than smothered in the love this girl needs to lavish on him. It's a funny tug of war this one. But one that has ended in a delightfully cute piece of stitching. I'm rather proud.
And then there is the joy of natural play. The kind of joy that comes after the nervousness of some serious pruning in the garden. Where the fear of the change actually ends in thankfulness for the courage....and some perfect prunings of hollow papaya and mulberry branches that make perfect drums and perfect drumsticks. A sound from heaven for sure.
Enough to go with winter garden colour and of course warmth.
The fire pit is still in use and has warmed many a toe after recent long emotional days.

And on that note I must say sorry for seeming so cryptic of late....
and without trying to continue on that theme....thank you for the wishes of wellness over the last two weeks.
I am seeing the end of the journey I hope.
Without ethically and legally saying too much....my job involves caring for those with an inability to do so themselves and who are therefore vulnerable and dependent in so many unimaginable ways.
It took until now to realise that the vulnerability I support and protect in others also stretches to reach myself.
Sometimes the very thing we work to prevent happens and we need to bid farewell and in doing so take a good look at ourselves, our morals, our fortune, our reasons, our strengths and our weaknesses. Sometimes things happen that make us revisit and question and frighteningly be questioned. It shakes us.
Sometimes things happen that make us wonder why we even do what we do....briefly. Sometimes they happen, I have realised, to confirm why we do what we do.
Sometimes an ending for some leads to, I believe, flight...

and eventually joy.

What is your joy right now?

Monday, August 9, 2010

::: winter :::

number 9
crisp quiet mornings
him watching the rubbish truck
from the top of the fence
mama watching him
the bougainvillea showering just above

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

::: winter :::

number 9
dandelions plucked and collected
rich in pungent and comforting yellow
followed by a feverish and flushed cheeked saturday afternoon nap

I am posting better late than never
and moving into the whirlwind that is week two
after my unexpected phone call
I may be absent a little longer yet but it's hard to stay away from this space
I am missing all my favourite places here
my moments of escape and inspiration
I know I'll see you soon