Showing posts with label yawn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yawn. Show all posts

Friday, 13 February 2015

My kind of sanctuary.

“A yawn is a silent scream for coffee”
~ anon
Our local baker has it in one.
Not only does he create the most decadent of treats but the coffee’s very MOREish too.
I yawn frequently.
He listens.
A suitably rejuvenating beverage arrives.
He’s going to MISS me on Tuesdays and Fridays.
It feels like it’s been forever that I’ve been filling in shifts at the shop for one or other of my colleagues.  
Whilst the bank account’s benefited, my sanity hasn’t.
Between the shop and markets, and my visit to SA, it’s been full on craziness.
Yay for the shop being back to its FULL staff complement this week.
Yay for having Tuesday and Friday back!
Lulu the little West Highland Terrier we met at Orakei
I’m smiling.
Or should that be grinning.
Ear to ear grinning like that famed Cheshire cat!
Onward and upward, OUT of the fog. 
Reflections can be ANYwhere!
The hound’s grinning too.
Longer rambles with no time constraints.
Longer forays through the mudflats.
MORE pointing the lens in any direction but mine.
To celebrate our newly regained freedom we’ve rambled farther this week.
Churchill Park and Orakei Basin have been our ports of call.
The Basin, unbeknown to me and many others who ramble there, 
is one of the volcanoes that make up the Auckland Volcanic Field. 
Yes, that comes courtesy of Google, the arbiter of all things intellectual and inane.
After the volcano erupted many years ago it became a fresh water lake.  
As sea levels rose, the lake was breached and its been a tidal lagoon ever since.  
And there I was thinking it was JUST a tidal lagoon.
Assumptions.
How wrong they can be!
Churchill Park and Orakei Basin have a magic of their own.
Each, in it’s own way, is a sanctuary of sorts.
Soul food is provided in abundance.
From ducks and reflections at Churchill Park
to Shags and reflections at Orakei Basin.
There's something caught in this Pied Shag's chest but I can't work out what it is.
It could be a fishing lure ...
Where there’s water there’s BOUND to be reflections, 
a hound and an abundance of birds!
As always, life is in constant flux
but to be able to revel in each moment, 
knowing it can’t be replicated, is liberating.
As it should be.

In the words of an ancient Greek philosopher, Heraclitus
“You can never step in the same river twice.”
Just love these raised walkways around the basin.
All we have is the PRESENT moment.
Live it.
Getting an eyeful of us.
A panaramic view of Orakei Basin
Railway line running next to one of the boardwalk and my adopted city in the background.
Love this little spot in the world.

Couldn't resist the red boat's reflection alongside theirs.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Superheroes

The Dolly Parton song “9 to 5" struck a chord when played on the radio today, 
particularly the opening line “Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen”.
That’s what’s been happening every morning of late.
The poor hound isn’t even sure if I’ll make it to the kitchen intact.  
With growling stomach she’s very aware her breakfast hangs in the balance. 
As does her ramble.

Another line from “9 to 5"
“and yawn and stretch and try to come alive”
It’s the coming alive bit that’s the difficult part.
Yawning and stretching doesn’t always do it.
This morning though was different.
For the first time in almost a month there were NO time constraints.
No shop to open.
Just the hound and the sand and the waves.
Bliss.
It was necessary.
We’ve caught up with some of our favourite hounds.
Had a chin wag with their humans.
Solved the worries of the world.
Oh yes ... if only.
There is so much pain and anguish out there.
Everyday someone somewhere loses a loved one.
Violently.
Aggressively.
Unnecessarily.
My heart aches for their sadness.
Wouldn’t it be ideal if all could remember to walk lightly on this earth.
To live in peace and harmony.
To find the peace that lives in the silence.
To listen with an open mind when others speak.

High ideals I know.
In the words of the dalai lama though, 
the nature of human thoughts and emotions is such 
that the more you engage in them, 
the more you consciously develop them 
and the more powerful they become. 
Inside all of that pain there has to be some good.
“Every day, every hour.  
Turn the pain into power.  
That’s how a Superhero learns to fly.”
~ The Script (Superheroes on ‘No sound without silence’)