flashbacks

These were posted by my dear cousin Jen on Facebook this week. Ta Lovely x



Scarborough Beach in the good ol' days. Mum obviously had a thing for dressing her kids in knitwear too, though I wager this one may not have been of organic hand-dyed wool....



My sweet papa and I..somewhere...one of the backyards we inhabited...love the hair Muz. Mine looked exactly like that about 2 years later!

May your 2010 be spectacular
May your memories be fond
May your knitwear be natural....

The Body a Tree

The body a tree
God a wind

When he moves me like this,
Like this,
Angels bump heads with each other
Gathering beneath my cheeks,
Holding their wine
Barrels

Catching the brilliant tear,
Pearl

Rain.


Hafiz

Happy New Year lovely people. I have hardly been at the computer these days hence the long space between posts. Finally, on the last day of the year I have finished the White Tara painting! In honour of this momentous event I bought more canvases in hope that in the new year I will do more paintings than I have in the last 5 years.






I won't talk about what I've done in the last few months. So much has happened. I hope to be back to some regular posting in the new year and I'm looking forward to hearing what you've all been up to. xxx

Listening to The Swell Season, Rodrigo y Gabriella.

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

spring in the city..

Our house...


martin's garden...



Listening to Beats Antique, Anouar Brahem, Elvis Costello

last days in the bush

and back again...

In two weeks Beau and I move back to the city, a gorgeous big house to be shared by friends, close to everything including the creek. We will miss, the neighbours, the trees, the sunsets and the owls talking to each other all night long from opposite sides of the gully. But I won't be sad because this move is necessary and timely and because my city friend and I have become lovers. This beautiful man knows about bees and oils and plants and music from far away places. Things that can soften the edges of the city. We have been laughing,singing, playing with our children, remembering, talking about God,loving and marveling. Happy.

Our new house mates are lovely. A and her son J. A house full of light. A huge garden begging for chickens and a deck on which to drink wine as the nights become warmer. I can't say 'this is it'.My mind would sometimes like to know when we can finally 'dig in' but my heart is satisfied with this step. I've let go of a good deal so this move is lighter on many levels. Beau will be closer to his Dad. There will be an ease to the week's rhythm. We can get back on our bikes. Suddenly he can do so much - skate board,swim, ride his big bike.... His body is growing and he is discovering physical confidence. The size of his smile is equal in proportion to the wave of joy I feel when I watch him cross another threshold.

I am belly dancing, playing my guitar often, and thinking about seedlings and what I will bake in the new kitchen and how I will earn money in the city. I would like to run another choir and teach singing.

How is your spring starting out?

Listening to new Hope Sandoval -Through The Devil Softly, Bill Withers, Hamsa El Din and Feist.