Category: Gratitude

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5-Step Process to Get What You Want Out of Life

  One: I am grateful for the sand between my toes, that finds me in the coziest of places, that works away and makes me softer. That reminds me I live near the ocean. Two:  I am grateful for the lithe sleek bicycle I pedal down University avenue until I can’t pump hard enough and must let gravity take me. Three: I am grateful … Read More 5-Step Process to Get What You Want Out of Life

Cairn

  Salty tears; salty sweat. So much life flows around me more than I could gift to the holy forest floor– “I am here,” I whisper and stack stone on stone. They reply: it’s not us you try to convince. Below me dangles mossy river, tangling rising reeds and stone clothed stone I could slip but grooves are cut in these stones in shapes … Read More Cairn

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Go Anywhere

  The rooms throughout my life have always been wallpapered with maps; road maps, trail maps, world maps, street maps. Free ones, vintage ones, handmade ones. There are heaps of us with that intrinsic fascination with maps, the calm and grounding comfort feeling they provide. Much like stepping into an overstuffed used bookstore. Here, they both whisper, here are countless ideas for you. Take … Read More Go Anywhere

Point Vierge

  It feels funny to be wearing a rain coat : the beckoning dawn counts my steps as I walk, stiff in the hips from a restless night, empty in places, shuffling along dark streets opened by a cloudy moon and the distant bellow of early ships coming in to port. It’s funny because it’s raining–little kisses from clouds cast patchy against the moon, … Read More Point Vierge

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Afternoon Tea

I write to you next to a cup of tea. It rests against a sliding glass door, which opens to the patio vineyard; lolling grapes drape down in the prime of their season, timeless and delicious, at nighttime we eat them like popcorn in the sunroom and put the extra bunches in a bowl of water in the fridge for tomorrow. At the top … Read More Afternoon Tea

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Wellington Central Library

. I’m delighted by the brave women and men who fall asleep in public library chairs. Sometimes bold to go for the window seats, the ones commanding view of the civic square, full shine of lunchtime yogis and sushi advocates. I take my lunchtime time to doze, thank you, they seem to say in endless gape of mouth, a stream of hahhhhhhhh hands nestled … Read More Wellington Central Library

How I Get My News

  I never regret not reading the news. The front page headlines written by an aware individual who keeps delight on the simmer at having found the story of the missing child-rape case first. The television stations, projecting visions of chaos injecting emotion to hype it all up get you going, get the fires lit, get the smoke signals out honey, we’re not going … Read More How I Get My News

Teacher

  Fingers of sea uncurl against rocky black shores inhaling now exhale— teaching me how, guiding me in the art form of breathing.

Snug Wild

  Atomic algorithms do the soul not a lick of civility— these buzzy bites aren’t earmarked for matrimony to my holy pivot. Nah, it is wilderness which soothes the ruffled soul—

We, Like Water

  We, like water, like water under a cloud sky, so evenly lit, illuminate— our flow, our companionship immeasurable pleasing intersections we just as soon leave but recall.

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Why I Paint My Toenails

I’m your classic case of an internally-distraught people pleaser. I would like everyone to be happy, preferably on my account. So that they will like me and I will like myself. But when I draw one knee up into my armpit chest, and let the other one fall open, and I unscrew the lid of the toenail polish—a dusty rose—and I rest my cheek … Read More Why I Paint My Toenails

Shell Theory

  My praise is but the catacombs of waves the stuff of ant children and young sunflowers. Waves speak quieter than I, and go much further. I wave, the whole earth grows— how my arrogance is so!