My house talks to me. When it starts making a good solid clunking sound as the sun heats the roof past a certain temperature, I know that summer is on the way. It’s been months since this happened but now, each morning when I hear it, I know the day will be warm. Yesterday was the first Saturday morning for some time that I sat outside in the sun among the shells, stones and bleached driftwood and bones collected from the beach, listening to the sound of birds and the surf. Bliss! Before I knew it I was dead-heading the arctotis. No commitments, no demands on my time, I’m just relaxed and being spontaneous. I have a real sense that I am exactly where I should be, doing what it best for my spiritual, physical, emotional and mental health, so like I said . . . Bliss!
The birthday weekend was wonderful – the food fabulous. Unfortunately no-one took photos! The cook is a photographer so it’s hardly surprising that she didn’t and I was busy catching up with the girls.
The weather was so brilliant that a lot of time was spent on the beach – the girls were worn out by the end of each day, as well as their Nanna, and they didn’t want to go home – in fact the youngest almost got quite stroppy about it but she was too tired to put up much of a fight and besides, she know when to cut her losses and that returning to Nanna’s house in a given.
A 360 view from the top of a sand dune close to my house (behind the next sand dune) taken on my iPhone using the DMD Panorama app. Sorry about the wonky horizon, I nearly fell off my perch!
We crossed over the stream and headed north where Jeanne set about picking up horse mussel shells, they’re about 20 centimetres or 8 inches long. The first thing she did on getting home was to create a maṇḍala on the deck.Meg practice writing her name on the beach . . .. . . and lunch was al fresco.
On Sunday afternoon we all worked on a line of sculptures on the beach and a sandy boat at the high tide mark – photos to come . . . I didn’t even have my phone on me but fortunately my son did.
As I packed up for the working week and left yesterday morning, I was really happy that it was going to be the last time I did it – it’s hardly surprising that I don’t want to leave here during the week is it? And it’s the school holidays next week, we have 4 10-week terms here with a fortnight off in between, so I’ll have a fine time making, playing, sewing and painting too perhaps.
Yes, blessings counted = bliss.