lately

breakfast
breakfast on the road, kawakawa bay

eating | a sumptuous 3-course sunday roast lunch (with all the trimmings) at Cazador – organised by gather & hunt. totally worth the trek into the city on the ferry and out to the suburbs on a bus.

drinking | mulled cider. adapted from this nigella recipe. perfect for our cool winter evenings.

collecting | a list of places we want to eat in auckland. currently this list is growing quicker than we can cross things off.

watching | i just found the 100 season 1 on nz netflix. i was going to save it up to watch on the evenings that nic is away over the next few weeks. did that happen? no.

planning | one of the first things I do when I am preparing for travel (after writing my packing list) is look for places to eat. i’m so excited to be joining my friend jo in brisbane for a night in october and have been scoping lovely vege/vegan places within walking distance of our accommodation.

playing | i recently purchased a 1975 edition of cluedo from our local spca. all the pieces were intact and we’ve been having fun, just the two of us (then with friends this past weekend), playing this lovely board game.

what have you been up to?

a few favourites

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reading | The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going Nowhere (reminding me of the importance of making time to meditate every day) + MAKING THE PRINT – Printing Techniques For the Digital Photographer (teaching me how to set things up so I can print well from home or using a pro print shop) + Motionless Journey: From a Hermitage in the Himalayas (reminding me that I don’t need to go anywhere to make photographs, I can do it here… now)

playing | with some printed card ideas for selling locally (& maybe online)

making | delicious mini apple cider cakes from the sunday suppers cook book {recipe also online over at turntable kitchen} + this (also delicious) burger recipe by Anna Jones (bonus points for being vegan so i can feed it to a friend of mine when she comes over for dinner)

planning | our trip to Queenstown to stay in the lovely Sherwood Hotel + walking the Routeburn track over christmas. the huts fill up fast, even over the holidays so i’ve got to get in quick! i’m thinking of using this bowndling backpack for our 2-night adventure

watching | this video of the scottish highlands {thanks to susannah for sharing the link} – it reminds me of [some of] the wonderful times we also had up there.

an autumn mood

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today, i feel like an empty vessel tethered to the shoreline
today, i feel all of my years
today, it’s not you keeping me from restful sleep
today, i’m drifting towards a new way

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The Gift

Time wants to show you a different country. It’s the one
that your life conceals, the one waiting outside
when curtains are drawn, the one Grandmother hinted at
in her crochet design, the one almost found
over at the edge of the music, after the sermon….

It’s a balance, the taking and passing along,
the composting of where you’ve been and how people
and weather treated you. It’s a country where
you already are, bringing where you have been.
Time offers this gift in its millions of ways,
turning the world, moving the air, calling,
every morning, “Here, take it, it’s yours.”

– William Stafford

in the leaving and letting go

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in the leaving, instead of letting go, i have been trying with grasping fingers to hold on to something that no longer exists… something that has crumbled to dust

in the leaving, instead of letting go, i’ve been scraping that dust into bowls, trying to make bones from the ruins, as if somehow i can pray things back into being

in the leaving, instead of letting go, i’ve been questioning the holiness of how it is

in the leaving, instead of letting go, i overlooked the love found, and chosen, right here in front of me

and here in the leaving, i get the chance to recover lost things…
+ another way to practise loving what is
+ another way to let shit go
+ another opportunity to be my own first choice

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
– Frida Kahlo

a few favourites

things on the table by leonie wise

listening | Ta-ku + Cereal – Flight Track – Vol.1 and Vol. 2 + in her room podcasts by sara blackthorne – women writers on life, craft and changing the world

admiring  |  the genius behind this beautiful visual guide to formal, informal, and accompaniment place settings

dreaming  | of cocoa & dandelion root truffles (with freshly ground organic coffee) <– are you reading this nic?

reading  |  “you want easy? take up stamp collecting” – notes on feeding the creative hunger by my friend David duChemin + A customer walked into his pizza shop and changed Philadelphia with $1 and a single Post-it note.

loving  |  the worlds first octographer – at sealife aquarium in new zealand! an octopus is trained to take photos of aquarium visitors + the instagram photos of new zealand (& other places) made by helena sofia  + the new bowndling guides

buying  |  stuff from the creative market. like the lovely helena font. now i want the boho family of fonts and the brush up font and the manifold font!

thinking  |  we rarely suffer from any kind of ailments (colds, flu etc.) but i am tempted to give this antibiotic recipe a try anyway as it sounds delicious!

training  |  for the queenstown half-marathon in november this year (though i haven’t fully committed to it yet, by actually entering)!!   

dis.connect

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In giving voice to what we feel, the darkest cry uttered with honesty can arrive as the holiest of songs.
– Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening

some days feel like an impenetrable wall of coded messages that i don’t understand.

there is a sense of exclusion that previously didn’t feel as if it existed – it leaves me wondering exactly when i was cut adrift

i’m not good with guessing,
as to what it was that happened
when one side of the conversation has ended and
i’m left talking to myself…

how do i cross the chasm, or at least gain clarity and closure when the other is silent?

disconnection possible even as the deep red arteries of the universe run through us all.

 

11 things

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the (wo)man burns. kiwiburn 2015

  1. i don’t like clutter… it makes my head hurt and my eyes go wobbly. which is probably why this house is a constantly moving tide of things in and out
  2. i have come to the conclusion that i have too many cameras (ref. 1) so some of them have to go
  3. i don’t like chocolate
  4. nor do i like ambiguous emails – or conversations – that leave me wondering “what the … was the point of that?!” tell it to me straight
  5. nature is my holy place. it’s why we married on a beach, under a tree, instead of in a church
  6. be true, or go away. and by that i mean be yourself. i apply this rule to myself too
  7. i miss my friends in england & the usa/canada something fierce. skype is a poor cousin to face-to-face conversation
  8. never did i imagine myself taking up trail running. yet – if you follow me on instagram, you see that – here i am, about to do an 8km event tomorrow
  9. i have no idea what i’m doing half the time, but it doesn’t usually stop me
  10. i very rarely spend money on myself. not because i don’t believe i deserve it, more because i’d rather spend it on adventuring
  11. i want to live like this….
    “Step into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you, it will only burn what you are not.”
    – Mooji

now. this.

 


       

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 am chasing flies around my parents living room, armed with a lime green coloured swatter thats paddle is shaped like a hand. its more bendy than i am used to and my half-hearted swings lack the force required to do anything but push air in their general direction. lucky day for the flies.

my hair is getting longer… i pass a photo in the hallway of me around nine years old. the younger me has longer hair still and i pause for a moment, taking her in, noting the length and silently vowing to recover her shiny long locks (even though they will frame a much older face).

the grandmother clock in the corner chimes the hour, its quiet ticking making me drowsy. the aches in my body from HIIT, running & spin have me reluctant to take a quick nap on the sofa, fearing i will snooze folded at a weird angle and feel worse for it when i wake. ive been for a drive and scoped out a couple of places nearby where i can do a couple of loops to keep up with my new trail running escapades and plan to head out tomorrow morning whilst my parents are at church. nature is my holy place.

we have been out to the markets, and a local poultry club meeting, we have talked about gardening and making bread and how to darn things without a mushroom. we have flicked through my mothers book of collected recipes, reminiscing over plum sauce and ginger beer.

my mother is knitting baby booties and tiny hats that she gives to the local hospital for the prem babies. she has lost count of how many (hundreds) she’s made and tells me that she is thinking about her mother when she was her age and how she used to knit booties too. i can’t (don’t) knit and i don’t have a daughter, so the line will stop here – on the sofa – in my parents living room.

my bag for the return flight home will be stuffed with air plants, seed pods, cuttings and seedlings. a sure sign i have been visiting my mother.

40

 

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28 february 2015, great barrier island

1 // nic sure knows how to pick a spot to celebrate his 40 turns around this planet. i am lucky enough to have spent the past 14 of them with him and we have some amazing stories already, with plenty more to come i’m sure.

2 // the six of us start the day off right with some champagne

3 // bbq turkey

4 // and coleslaw

5 // beach walks

6 // and swims