candycane-striped twine dandelion clock in a beer bottle a catalyst for change contemplating the word “replete” during my morning commute turmeric chickpeas, garlic yoghurt and burnt lemon
+++ steadily, with no consideration for beauty or horror, the earth turns. every morning, we arrive at a new beginning. the fire raging in my heart this morning (for things i have little control over) has finally burnt out. i throw everything into rekindling it with a focus on what’s in front of me here […]
it’s christmas morning. there’s a tray of freshly risen croissants baking in the oven, nic’s mum is out for a walk and i’m vacuaming white kanuka blossoms off the floor. all to no avail as fresh dustings of blossom snow on the floor with each puff of wind through the open door. i light white […]
+++ there are mornings for saying yes. yes to getting out of bed early – even though it’s chilly out and warm under the covers. yes to filling a thermos with hot coffee, putting a packet of ginger biscuits in my bag, and stuffing my pockets with spare camera batteries and a head torch. yes […]
today was a sea whose waves drew lines on my heart and tattooed salty air on my fingertips.