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!
On a bad day, I feel a little like this . . . Clipped into shape, not much freedon to move. Or maybe like this . . . With my true shape compromised by structures around me . . . but note . . . spring is here! And with each season there is a chance to burst forth! Now I know it’s technically still winter and spring doesn’t start until Saturday week but it IS here with lambs, calves, pale green leaves, daffodils and blossom as evidence.
I took a good look at the tree – it hasn’t been cut back, it just has put all it’s efforts into where the freedom to grow has presented itself. There is a lesson there for me.
My mood is lifting – the sun has just risen over the Tararua Range – no clouds!
I just have to include this abandoned building which is adjacent to the one above – it’s fascinating but I have no idea what it is, or was. Why would the brick base be that flared shape and rounded at the corners? I’ll try and find out but do you have any ideas? And get a load of that bright blue winter’s sky – goodbye grey skies!