11 . 9

NZ has a bookstore that is 110 years old this year. How did I not know this until today. Do I ask enough questions. Am I curious enough? I romanticise picnics … rugs, wicker baskets heaving with bread cheese and wine. A book tucked into a corner for reading in the arms of a pohutukawa […]

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11 . 8

When did we crank our hearts down to f/22, lest the light get in? And other thoughtful words from my friend David I have had a morning filled with conversation from girlfriends that bridge two sides of the Pacific. Their conversation quenches a thirst I often forget I have until they fill me up with […]

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11 . 7

today is a bread day. i’ve got a 20% rye sourdough mother, carefully tended since coming back to new zealand after having to leave my e5 bakehouse mother in the uk. i’m also reading the sourdough book – captivating fiction that reads like memoir. i have to keep reminding myself that it isn’t real, the […]

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11 . 6

sand between my toes from a beach walk before work feels like a tiny act of defiance before making my way into a corporate office filled with carpet. each time i looked down to see sand on my feet felt like another victory for my sacred wild. a celebration of the sea on the wharf […]

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11 . 5

We walk past this restaurant every morning. This was the first time in months that the lights were on and the signs were out. We must have been running late. Remember: it’s okay to say no Sometimes exercise is needed. Sometimes it’s a nap. There’s a new cafe in our work neighbourhood. Raw food + […]

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11 . 4

Furniture differences between when my parents first moved out of home and now continue to amaze me. Heavy, dark-stained wooden furniture replaced by minimalist white self-assembly. I find myself wanting to have something from each era in between as if to mark time between handmade and bulk factory made. Days are bleeding into each other. […]

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11 . 3

Morning disco, commuter style: refracted light, pulsing on the ceiling like a laser-light show. Refuse to succumb to heartbreak. Someone posed this question on instagram the other day: Does anyone still write letters or send mail through the post? I do, but not often enough. Would you like me to write?

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