(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments. because ordinary things can become powerful stories.)
something to notice
the language of my morning was a ruru, haunting and clear in the trees outside our bedroom window + kaka, circling and screeching like bright-winged prehistoric creatures above me as I cycle to the ferry + hundreds of swallows, in raucous declaration to the day, from the feijoa hedge beside the old bowling club.
something to contemplate
Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s invitation came to me again this morning. It begins…
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
The whole composition speaks to me in a way that makes me pause each time I read it again. You can the whole of the invitation at oriahmountaindreamer.com.
i had a third thing i wanted to tell you about today, but i neglected to write it down and now its gone.