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 →

1 1 22

As the years turn over, I normally write a Shit List for the year, and toss it into the dying embers of the Pizza Oven. Sending away all the crap that has come or hung around. It’s very cathartic – both the writing and the burning. It gets some of those circular thoughts out of … Continue reading 1 1 22 →

#SelfCareSunday

As part of my Recovery journey, I recently started #SelfcareSunday. I take Sunday to sleep in, turn my ph to mute including staying off Social Media; and only check it every hour or so to make sure I haven’t missed any urgent messages. I read, meditate, walk, write, and often cook. Its just a day … Continue reading #SelfCareSunday →

touching

As you grow older, you will discover you have 2 hands One for helping yourself One for helping others -Audrey Hepburn A blog that started in one direction and took a wee detour… My request for photos to add to a blog, turned into an avalanche of photos, each of which told a personal story. … Continue reading touching →

4 Walls and a Roof

As I sit in my favourite room in the house, in relative silence, as for once I’m the only one at home; I look around and I can see the memories of all that has happened in this room…. If that table could talk! This time last year, we were fixing up the old house … Continue reading 4 Walls and a Roof →

The Bairns….

It's been a funny old 25+ years.... Woke up this morning and Poof! Just like that, I am the no longer the mother of Teenagers! How, and more importantly When, did that happen? It’s definitely been the hardest, toughest, most rewarding thing I've ever done! And..... I don't regret a minute of it... When that … Continue reading The Bairns…. →

Tales from the Road #6- Sparkly

This summer I have embarked on a 2 week solo roadie around the East Coast of our North Island. In normal times, this would be an absolute indulgence; but this year even more so. I am very aware of how privileged I am to be able to do this. And I’m trying to fill and … Continue reading Tales from the Road #6- Sparkly →