Wednesday 27 March 2013

Enchanted Beings



Beating a drum to the lit bottoms of glow worms had the children captivated in delight last night. 

Ferns, lichen and moss hid the nocturnal earthlings from view and magnified the buried creeks gurglings. The rising full moon sauntered through the protective arms of our trees, winking shadows of delight, the children whimsically dancing, playing and creating shadow theatre on the freshly cut lawn. 
Parallel worlds sitting closer. 
Enchanted beings on either side of the fence.

Gifting ourselves with melodies of higher vibration, taking time to honour our friends with their outstretched lungs, our food providers and forest dwellers, the harmony between the children of earth and their long standing tree family was celebrated in earnest. 


Old Man Walnut's face came to view, his thick coat of striated bark rougher to touch, fluid in the silver light of the night. The ancient ratas knarled fingers clawing at the light of the moon. Willow quenching her never ending thirst, standing strong with the quiet pungas and tree ferns. The pohutukawa proudly dominating her presence over the orchard of adolescent apples.

Last month grandmama moon had us setting intentions. It was my intention to get myself set straight! 
With time whizzing past and flurries of days tornading vortexes up and around me, yesterday I found myself celebrating another full moon, barely seeing where the days had flown too. 
Thank the grandmother in that case for this month we will be revitalised. 
Grabbing the energy and gobbling it up will set our intentions into action.

Sharing a feast of succulent, live plant foods with celebrated friends last night with a common thread of seeing, being, growing and creating, we blessed the waters of our land, the trees that drink the nectar of life from her, our children and ourselves. A connection with our natural lives, a reminder to keep close to the natural world, especially in times of giddiness and flitting around. 


Keeping connected with who we are, where we come from and what we're made of will only enhance our ability to restore our vitality. Joining the dots of light and moments of inspiration, playfulness and deep gratitude will serve our higher selves and our everyday being.

new beginnings





Phase three of my mega dream is set in stone …well, wood actually.


Our dream home settled in native bush, resting at the bottom of a crystal mountain and casting a sleepy eye over a sparkling horizon of diamond-encrusted ocean, has greeted us warmly. 


The old, distressed homestead, newly coated in white, that spangles with windows wrapped round it like a tier of wedding cake, has welcomed us with historic open arms. 

A magnificent garden overspilling with lashings of heritage fruits that I didn't know the names of when I focused on my needs. 
Sapote, grapefruit, feijoa, lemonades, walnuts, grapes, black boy peaches, nashi, pear and apple fill our kitchen, bellies and mouths. 

Fruit leathers are processed daily.

My three fruit fly cram their tastebuds full of juicy ripeness of the richness of harvest. 

Wallowing in the generosity of neighbours, a kitchen garden was gifted to us in the first week of settling in. 

Now, only a few weeks on, we whip round our bounty in the mornings. Dewdrops still percolating the aura of the leaves as we indulge in our homegrown green morning nectar.

Plenty-full purslane, dandelion, water cress and chickweed.


Deciding what you want has gotta be the first port of call to realising your dreams. 



striking a balance



       It's all about balance. And here we are. Teetering on the edge of one season, about to fall into another. The rain that fell wholeheartedly for two days, replenishing the land and all that dwell on her, brought more than relief from drought. It brought Autumn to chock-fill our days with a richness that only harvest can bring. Wallowing in the affluence of trees shedding their inexhaustible load of fruit and nuts has brought much excitement to our household. And a respite to the preparer of meals, as my fruit fly snuffle around the garden gorging on a bellyful of delights.




Looking at ways of slowing down the long-lopped stride of summer, the children head outside to nature's pantry and some of my day becomes freed of the obligations of preparing health-full snacks round the ever tick-tocking clock. Before time's consumed with some other household need, I headed to the beach today and jumped on a paddle board, accommodating an equilibrium within my life. Time to strike a balance, to restore equality in my life. An hour on the water, paddling to a nature reserve, marvelling at the earthlings that inhabit our world alongside us, created an inner peace that carried me through my superhuman timetable of a day. And with a workload that only swells like a juicy ripe peach, the importance of putting some time aside for me becomes paramount.

Wobbling about on my board as I was distracted by talk, reminded me to focus on the horizon, stand straight and tall, strong and silent. The importance of moving my body and allowing my mind to be still of the constant monkey chatter was a welcome respite to the norm.
Listening to my body's needs in the present moment as the ripple effects of others lives swallows up my own, is a valid reminder to come back to myself, speak my truth and to keep body and soul together.
Anchoring balance, demonstrates to those around our pools of life, that we're each responsible for our own well being, and when life fills to the brim with the debris of our outer world, more ballast will be given when we appear to rock the boat and give ourselves the gift of time.