Maybe we ALL need to cry more.

At least this kind of weather makes some people happy ... kite surfers out in abundance!

When life drags a girl down as it sometimes does ... what’s she to do?

Browns Bay Market on Saturday .... dismal weather but as always, awesome stallholders and customers

She’s to think of her memories .... and she’s to cry

.... not for what she’s lost, but for the joy that it bought her.

“Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks.” 

~ anon

The work of Deni, who burns images onto leather.  She used my pic of Stella as a sample to show me what
she does.  You can just see the finished product at the back on the 

Tears are therapeutic.  In the words of an old Jewish saying

“What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul.” 

Tears are the body’s way of flushing out excess stress hormones. 

Maybe we all need to cry more.

Sharon, making sure we don't miss her.

Just because I had a dismal weekend doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s going to be a dismal week

 ... not when your Monday morning starts bright and early with a ramble with a hound.

Maybe that’s what I missed this weekend.  Markets on both days of the weekend are exhausting and mean NO rambling with the hound.  She comes with me to the markets but I don’t get that physical exertion that rambling brings.  I’m beginning to sound like my mate Carol.  She has serious withdrawal symptoms when denied the opportunity to exercise.

She was supposed to participate in a half-marathon this weekend but has injured her back and withdrew at the last minute.  After collecting Sam from the kennels this morning she popped into the shop.  Both her AND Sam were a tad ADD!

I guess it didn’t help when I gave Sam the dregs of my coffee.

Matakana Country Fair ... gorgeous day and gorgeous venue.

He had an energy overload.  He bounded round the shop like a playful puppy.  The poor customer in the change-room, who was trying on swimwear,  nearly had her space ... and her modesty ... invaded several times.  Fortunately Sam’s an obedient chap and a sharp ‘no’ from me was enough to stop him.  Thankfully.

This, remember, is the feet seeking missile monster

... he’s not easily stopped once started.

The mad frenzied dash around the clothing racks and us ended as quickly as it’d begun and he collapsed on the floor for a snooze .... in the OTHER change-room.  

I’m sure he thinks he’s human.

It’s moments like this that provide me with the impetus to keep moving forward.  Yes ... life is tough at the moment, VERY tough ... but nothing remains the same.  Time isn’t static, neither is life.  It’s not going to remain like this forever and I need to hold fast onto that.

One thing about it ..... it’s certainly NOT boring.