Welcome, here’s a bit of an intro to me and my food…. I am a self confessed foodie! I love to cook, to eat, to share and to discover new ingredients and ways of cooking. Whenever I'm travelling I like to explore the food options open to me, and will add a deli or food … Continue reading The Entree….
life chosen
I was recently asked about Recovery and the group I am involved with. It led me to think about what it means for me, and this blog evolved in my head…. Hoping it will make it to publication lol We tend to live passively, with spurts of action when needed. coasting along where ever life … Continue reading life chosen
pause
The muse has been struggling of late - you may have noticed lol. Long covid has left me with the frustration of being unable to gather my thoughts and put them together coherently. Am hoping this is changing. Today I managed a semi blog for a FB post.... thought I would share it here I … Continue reading pause
10,000
“A Journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step” – Lao Tzu We all know that taking the first step, may be the hardest but best thing we will do 10,000 days 10,000 days that started with just one step. A recovery journey that began with a hand held out to help A … Continue reading 10,000
💔
Today I found myself sobbing in the car. A tale of Late Term Abortion 26 years 7 weeks 3 days ago sat in a hospital room in Seattle, thousands of miles from my home in NZ; I heard that my much loved and wanted (7yrs infertility 2 miscarriages 2 rounds of IVF) daughter was encephalic … Continue reading 💔
language
Our character is defined by our words Different cultures have different languages. Subcultures have different dialects. This is as much true for social tribes as it is for race. You can tell which part of England a person is from by their use of local words. Just as, in social tribes, you can tell how … Continue reading language
a damp squib
A squib is a small explosive. A damp one is one that just splutters without the required fizz and bang. My partner is a Red Hot Rager. Like a firework his anger burns hot and then it’s done. He never holds resentments or keeps score. I am more the old Mosquito coil. I sit there … Continue reading a damp squib
the accidental athlete
As a young immigrant growing up in NZ in the 70s, it was a challenge for a non-athletic girl. I was uncoordinated; a bit unfit and not really interested in sport, either participating or watching – it didn’t make living in a sports obsessed country that comfortable. I swear most NZers are born with a … Continue reading the accidental athlete
to mourn
A couple of years ago, in the first lockdown. I passed a woman on the beach who was laying out the most beautiful arrangement of flowers in the sand. She stood for a few minutes and then silently turned and walked away. I knew I had witnessed a goodbye. Who, or what, I will never … Continue reading to mourn
a common thread
I am a knitter and come from a long line of knitters. My Paternal grandmother was the first to put knitting needles in my hand and teach me the basics – in the English style. Then Mum took over and taught me The Continental Style.. (Which to English knitters looks backwards, but to me is … Continue reading a common thread
shared paths
Freddie n Me This summer I became an amateur cyclist – I say amateur, because I have started at the very basic level. “Freddie” is a bright pink, non E bike, with a basket. I wear no lycra, and plan to scale no mountains and will generally use her to just get some exercise and … Continue reading shared paths
Life Love and food for the soul - welcome to Chris's table 