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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year

2011 is almost over and I can't say I'm sorry. I don't know whether it was the Year of the Pig or not, but it certainly was a pig of a year for me. Too many deaths too close for comfort. Too many changes forced upon me by circumstances outside my control. A house that won't sell and no house on the horizon to buy. Bring on 2012. I really cringe when I say that because the years seem to be flying by and I'd be a fool to wish for time to speed up.




Time waits for no man  has never sounded truer. And so my New Year's resolution is  to  deliberately     s  l  o  w       d  o   w  n.  To make significant moments last longer by taking the time to linger over them rather than rushing on to the next thing. And to linger with people too. I know we live in a fast-paced world, but I want to set aside time for chatting with friends. Yes, chatting. A telephone call rather than a text. A note-card in the post now and then. A conversation on a park bench.

I'm also participating in the January 2012 A River of Stones challenge. I did the 2011 one and surprised myself. This event asks you to observe something closely, every day of January, and to write a few words about it in a blog post. The idea is that the written pieces should be short and cut through to the essence of the thing. Small, like river pebbles. I found it quite amazing how this daily task, which initially seemed daunting, became a very positive and soothing thing in my life. Click on the River of Stones badge at the side of this page in order to find out more.





Kristal enjoyed her first Christmas and managed NOT to demolish the Christmas tree. Like the good Guide Dog pup that she is, the extra food on view and within reach didn't tempt her. Guide Dog pups don't get to sample human food, so don't look for it.  She had her own gifts, mostly edible, and enjoyed tearing the paper  off them.









A brisk Boxing Day walk was the best part of it all for Kristal. She was fascinated to see so many children
with new scooters,  balloons, bits of tinsel in their  hair. Our local coffee shop was a-buzz with extended family gatherings and excited children clamouring for the attention of...  anyone who would listen. My quiet, calm pup did me proud. She looked a bit shell-shocked. Why doesn't someone get these kids under control?  I reckon the staff were thinking along the same lines.


As the New Year approaches, I wish  you all health and happiness and a lot of creative energy!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

pay attention: a river of stones



The river of stones book




In January 2011 I took part in a project called A River of Stones in which writers around the world were invited to post a small 'stone'.... a pebble of a thought.... about something to which they'd spent a moment of 'paying proper attention' to, each day for the month of January.  It could be a poem, haiku or prose... but had to capture the essence of something.  At the end of the project, many were selected for inclusion in this stunning anthology of 'small stones'. Hey, and guess what? I'm in it.


The book can be purchased through lulu.com or Amazon.  Ed. by Fiona Robyn & Kaspalita



Sunday, January 30, 2011

the final stone (aros 31)

                                


                                   In Aotearoa
                                   I'm first to see the dawn
                                   on the final day of
                                   a river of stones

                                   my fledgling stone has grown
                                   and now set free
                                   will find its way to fly each day
                                
                                   and if it doesn't reach the stars
                                   well
                                   the moon is no mean feat




                                
                                      
                                                      
      

                      
                                    

Saturday, January 29, 2011

the penultimate stone (aros 30)

                        
                          here goes
                          the penultimate stone
                          (there's an end of term feeling
                          about it)

                          but it's cast now
                          and sends ripples far and wide
                          that become part of the bigger stream
                          the deeper river
                          the ocean of creativity
                          that's out there  
                        

long weekend (aros 29)

                              
                                sitting at my usual table
                                outside my favourite coffee shop
                                I watch visitors in transit
                                ease stiff joints and aching backs
                                from stuffy cars stacked with
                                weekend stuff

                                I'm glad I'm not going anywhere    
                              
                              

                            

after the storm (aros 28)


                                       the sun shines

                                       knee deep ponds
                                       of fresh rain water
                                       become swimming pools
                                       for children still on holiday
                                       and seagulls traumatized by Wilma

                                                  
                                               

Friday, January 28, 2011

Cyclone (aros 27)

                                      
                                        Wilma passed through last night
                                        bad-tempered bitch

                                      


                                      
                                    

walk the grid (aros 26)

                        

                         where has it come from
                         this puddle of clear water
                         making its home on my carpet?

                         last night's storm and a drip on a light fitting
                         suggest a break in
                      
                         too much CSI viewing?

                      

                                                          

new paintbox (aros 25)

                                                          
                                

                                

                                

                                            
                                        you are nothing as yet
                                        just a box full of possibilities

                                
                                  
                          

Monday, January 24, 2011

small world (aros 24)

                                      
                                       I saw an alpaca today
                                       sharing its home with a
                                       goat and two sheep

                                       funny the creatures you meet
                                       in a small world

                                      
                                    

Saturday, January 22, 2011

King Tide (aros 23)

                                

                                  the Pacific Ocean
                                  creeps into my garden
                                  heads straight for my door
                                
                                  check measurements
                                  check timings
                                  check sandbags
                                  check floor

                                  then the wind eases
                                  boats swing on their moorings
                                  the tide turns...
                                
                                  calm reigns once more




                

Friday, January 21, 2011

lunar luminaire (aros 22)



                                      

                                       the distant moon
                                       lights the shortest route                            
                                       from your door
                                       to mine
                                                    

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Sunrise (aros 21)





                                   at this point in time
                                   there's nothing to be done
                                   save sitting and watching the
                                   spectacle unfold

                                   for how long can you hold the day at bay?
                                                
                                                

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Hibiscus (aros 20)






                                   'Look closely,' she said. 'What do you see?'
                                        
                                   Cirque du Soleil in a crimson marquee.


                                                
                                        

nana nap (aros 19)









                                                      why do I insist
                                                      I must resist
                                                      the ubiquitous nana nap?



                                                  

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

dicksonia squarrosa (aros 18)

                                                  






                                                    tree ferns
                                                    lacy parasols
                                                  
                                                    natural protection

                                                
                                                                                                

cyclones (aros 17)

                                        
                                          




                                           two cyclones converging
                                           better than one they say
                                        
                                           whatever... it's a grey day



                                            

Monday, January 17, 2011

Pike River Mine (aros 16)



  


                                             look around your room and
                                             note all the items made possible
                                             by coal

                                             they're going to seal the mine
                                                  
                                             they'll not be forgotten                                                                                    


 

cyclone coming (aros 15)

across the harbour
the hill has disappeared
trees do a synchronized lean to the left
godwits seek shelter
in the local coffee shop

Visiting Nellie (aros 14)

Eyes closed, she works her gums. Clasped hands busy stroking fingers that no longer straighten. Pearls caught up on the collar of her blouse clash with the bling broach fastened to cardigan caught up on the wrong button. Hair cut short for convenience not style. I push aside the walking frame and reach to stroke her hand. Half seeing eyes ping open. 'Oh, hello love.' Teeth go in. The room lights up with her smile.