To insanity and beyond ...: Tiger

Friday, 18 March 2016

Hope is solid.

Courage is in the little things.

It’s the soft light within you that flickers and glows even on the dark days.

It’s the quiet strength that you find when there are mountains to conquer.

Real or otherwise.

Mountains that is.

The Kapira Coastline

It’s knowing that you are strong.

Knowing you are growing.

Knowing there is hope.

Cosmo ... totally addicted to sticks

Hope is solid.

Kinda like the hound.

Whilst life might not be perfect ... whose is ... it sure is exhilarating.

There is SO much in the pipeline,

SO many possibilities,

SO much in the world that is changing.

Choosing a path, when so many are available, is mind boggling.

Oodles of courage and belief in self are crucial.

Doodle-bug .... the manic one

I know I’m at my best though when I’m at one with what I do.

Sunrise at Point England Reserve

In the midst of all this decision making and excitement

there’s been an abundance of reasons to smile.

One in particular had the flatmate and I beaming from ear to ear.

Tiger, the wanderlust fur-ball in the family, went missing when we moved to Mt. Wellington.

He’d been making a regular habit of returning to Polygon Road when we moved to the Flat @ No. 14 in 2014. We’d fetch him back and two weeks later he’d have once again returned to Polygon Road.

Last year, when we moved to Mt. Wellington,

he made himself scarce and, despite our best efforts, was unable to be found.

View from Te Atatu Peninsula

In a strange twist of fate we purchanced to be driving along Polygon Road this last week.

Sitting at the top of the driveway at 48 Polygon Road was a grey and white striped tabby that was instantly recognisable.

Tiger.

We stopped and called him.

Initially he kept his distance, fearful maybe that we’d uplift him once again and he’d have to find his way back to what he obviously considers ‘home’. He’s always been a vocal fur-ball and proceeded to deafen us with a long monologue whilst deciding if he should come for a cuddle.

The cuddle eventually won out.

It was SO special to see him after all this time and know that he’s well.

Neither the flatmate nor I could contain our smiles on the way home.

The Rock Star and Alice .... we just love being loved.

Accepting change means that you’re changing YOUR world.

Just like Tiger did.

You’re lighting your fire.

Living your truth.

Being who you are.

The blonde and the brunette

Thursday, 6 September 2012

They lied!!

Where's my sun gone!

They lied! They said it would be a sunny day today ..... and it isn’t!! It fooled me at first ... I had glimpses of early morning sunshine as I poked my head out of the covers but didn’t see the extended cloud cover that was lurking over the horizon. Lurking being the operative word .... it snuck across my sky and blotted out my sunshine. The weatherman lied!!

I really thought the awesome weather we had a few weeks ago was here to stay ... 5 glorious days of sunshine and blue skies .... and then it vanished. I hope it’s not gone forever. It’s Spring for goodness sake, a time of rebirth and re-awakening .... and we need SUNSHINE for that - in abundance.

Yep .... here comes ALL the mud!

We have wind though .... LOTS of it. I’m willing it to blow all this cloud down to The Coromandel or somewhere, even Wellington - there’s some rugby match or something going on there this weekend.

I don’t care where it goes though, as long as it ain’t Auckland!

We thought we’d LOST another kitty .... not ‘The kitty who lived’ but the kitty who lived WITH ‘the kitty who lived’ .... ie Tiger. He’s a bit of a wandering man. He’s been known to spend a night away from home before but is always back in the morning yelling LOUDLY for food ... obviously he’s had a busy night.

He did more than disappear for a night this week though. He was gone for 3 days. We had a dreadful storm on Sunday night and he never came home. On Tuesday evening Callum and Jess (our visitor from Wales) went knocking on our neighbours doors to alert them to our missing kitty and then Gareth and Callum popped over to the old house to see if he’d made his way back there in confusion after the storm.

Kangaroo Sam

Callum’s sitting in the car waiting for Gareth to finish chatting to the new tenants when he sees a cat walking down the road .... head down, tail down. He looks at the cat and his mind tells him it’s Tiger but he’s not sure. He calls .... cat pauses, tail goes up ... head goes up, he gets an answering miaow! It WAS Tiger .... the silly-billy kitty cat had found his way back to the old house but hadn’t found us home.

I know co-incidences happen but what are the odds of Callum being in that spot at the very moment his kitty walked down the road .... awesome!

One very happy kitty-cat AND one very happy youngest lemming.

After much deliberation I’ve come to the conclusion that Sam, being an Aussie hound, is part Kangaroo. Yep .... he’s not just Labrador .... he’s Kangaroo too. He reaches such heights when he jumps into the water that it’s impossible for there NOT to be Kangaroo blood in there somewhere. It’s those back legs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hound propel himself up and into the air quite like Sam does. He’d make an EXCELLENT long-jumper!