Sunday, January 25, 2009
Dear Mr Cohen, thank you for your humble, generous and absolutely riveting performance last night. You brought tears to our eyes and made us laugh and ponder. By the way I am recently separated and open to rebounding with a dignified older man such as yourself.
yours sincerely Kirti
I have been given the honour of the title of Godmother to these lovely little toes, all 10 of them, plus the hands and fingers, the chubby knees, wispy hair and glorious smile - the whole, delicious Salvador.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Here's a photo of Teresa and I singing our first song at the festival in December, O the Dreadful Wind and Rain (Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings version. Looking forward to some more singing. Right now I'm thinking accordion, violin and some french chansons.....
and for Toby and Ryonen, the promised no fail Fig Jam recipe (it's hard to f*** up fig jam really) from Stephanie Alexander...(I love you two xxxxxxxxxxxx)
(photo care of www.foodpast.com)
1kg ripe figs
1 large lemon washed and finely sliced
1/3 cup red wine vinegar (I guess you could use apple cider vinegar???)
slithered almonds and ginger optional
Cut figs into bite size chunks
Mix with sugar and tip into large non reactive saucepan that will hold figs comfortably
Pulse lemon for a few seconds in food processor to make smaller pieces
Add lemon and vinegar to pan
Give it a good stir
Bring to boil over moderate heat
Cook for about 30mins stirring intermittently to prevent sticking
test for setting by placing a dollop on a cold saucer; when it cools you should be able to stick your finger in it and it will part the blob without running back together.
allow to cool for 10 minutes then spoon into hot sterilised jars and seal.
Happy Jamming lovelies.
Friday, January 16, 2009
With no chocolate in reach and no desire to drink, i drown my sorrows at the sartorialist. Look at her, she's fabulous.
I guess I knew the meltdown would come. Immense sadness, around Beau and the imminent division of time, space and objects, the loss of K's company already, fear, anger, all the usual things, plus some relief now and then. It will be a completely new start which will at some point be exciting but currently somewhat overwhelming. The prospect of creating the nest I've wanted for so long (solo)and letting go of everything so that anything is possible.....
On the upside? A barrage of love, and words and offers of support from all corners.
(thank you so much) and the wisdom of those who have been through it all and show how life goes on beautifully.
Beau and i watched Kiki's Delivery Service again tonight. We are on a bit of a Studio Ghibli bender. Friday night is our designated movie night (from which we sometimes stray. If you are ever stuck for good children's films then just peruse the Studio Ghibli selection. The two that are most appropriate for 4 and up are My Neighbour Totoro and Kiki's Delivery Service. Not only are they Japanese Anime at it's best but they absolutely capture the wild free spirit of childhood and are a welcome dose of magic and wholesome goodness for a world weary parent.
Tara is coming along after a whole day of painting. Should be finished any day now..................
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I've been avoiding writing a new post because K and I are separating. I planned to write something comprehensive to explain it all, to make some sense of it, to let it be real etc, etc. It's been a long time coming really and the last week and a half has been pretty huge and at times emotional but I have to say that there is more relief than pain and we are actually fine with each other and working it all out with love and respect. I don't want to say too much here. There's something so sacred about this blog space for me. I want to be honest about what is happening in my life but I don't want this to turn into a temporary blog about separation. I will however happily share any insights from time to time as there have already been many.
It's bloody hot and windy and I'm at home alone while the boys are off to the pool. I plan to paint so as to have Tara finished as soon possible. There are 3 other canvases awaiting and ideas swimming around amongst all the other stuff in my head. I will do some contemplating as to what I might be needing from this point on and of course what is best for Beau. Thankfully we are welcome here for as long as we need to be here. K is going to live in a friend's mobile home on the property while we sort out our lives, with the idea being that it will help Beau with the transition.
I keep checking in with myself, in my body too, to see if there are feelings I'm holding back, keep offering myself to have a bloody good cry or to rage even a little, but there's none of that there. Of course I have my thoughts about what this separation means and I have done my best to pitch all reasons why we should stay together. But the undeniable fact is that I'm just not miserable or angry, and I'm actually enjoying the energy that's released as I bit by bit let go. I'm also noticing that there is no love lost except when thoughts arise to block it. Beau will be loved and Kama and I will be loved and we will continue to love each other as friends and co parents. I'm sure there will be times where either or all of us will find it difficult. Hopefully this respect we still have for each other will make those things easier to negotiate.
We drove down to Red Hill on Sunday with Tine and Mannie, to Jen's 40th (and a half) gathering, just a few friends and family at a home/winery overlooking grape vines and ocean. It felt like Tuscany, far from home and the kids romped about with all that space and sun. Good food, good wine, and very good friends. Much needed.
Dad and Barb were here a couple of weeks ago. It felt right to have the family together for the first time since my brother's wedding, and it was a soft place to land when the reality of separation hit. (I have contact again with my cousin Suz with whom I share a wonderful connection ). Now I miss them all the more. The daughter me is yearning to be closer to Dad. Not so much in self pity but as I said to a friend the other day, more just acknowledging the bond of family throughout all other changes. Even though separated parents always have a bond through their children, it's not the same as the bond of blood. I don't know that my blood family would necessarily be more supportive than our wonderful extended family over here. I'm just prone to moments of great nostalgia at the moment. It's quite soothing.