17 January 2012

yearning for spring

purple and pink, four tulips stand up straight in the stone vase.  a fifth stretches its head towards the lacy curtain.

16 January 2012

gray blue mist hovers under smoldering sunset.  a single frosted tree in the middle of an empty field.

15 January 2012

come look!

morning sun catches the blue glass vase on the shelf, sending a variegated strip of blue light down the corridor.
it's nice to notice these things, it's also nice to be shown them.

14 January 2012

waiting for the night bus

moonlit frost on glass
shadow branches on frost
etchings on etchings

13 January 2012

not paying attention

a handful of chocolates
I didn't even taste them

12 January 2012


wooden spoon glides through creamy white porridge

11 January 2012

after midnight

Bright pink gloves
green sponge
soapy bubbles

I unwind after a long day

washing up
only washing up
nothing more

09 January 2012


dead coriander plant
unwashed dishes
dripping tap.
so many things to do!
what a joy
to be here
and be able to.

02 January 2012

My word for 2012

Happy New Year.

5....4....3....2....1! We all counted down the final remaining seconds of 2011 and took our first breath of 2012.  New Year is a funny thing for me.  Part of me finds it a forced celebration.  I always find that there's some sort of social pressure to be "where it's at" and "with the right person" as the clock strikes 12 on the 31st.  And then there's lots of hype around the end of the year, the start of the new one, fresh starts and changes.  When I peel those two things back a bit and look under the surface, it seems to me that we're looking for inspiration or meaning and then direction.  We're looking to put ourselves in a situation and with company (or not with company) which will bring us happiness and will inspire us.  Inspire us to live our lives in a meaningful way.

And that, certainly, is what I'm interested in.  

In my own bit of reflection and search for inspiration, I looked back on my New Year's Post from last year.  Last year I wished for a "fresh mindfulness" and to "try to drag myself out of my own preoccupied head a bit more and, in doing so, be a bit more engaged with the people around me, love a bit better, forgive a bit more."

Well, the preoccupied head bit definitely was a theme during the year.  Reflecting back on the year and just knowing what's in my head now helps me come up with a fairly comprehensive list of where I stumbled and fell, but I can also see how just being aware of this goal helped me call myself on getting too stuck back in my head.  2011 was a lot of things, but mostly it was what it was and I made of it what I could with the inspiration of a goal and the support of loved ones.

So this year, inspired by Fiona's example, I'm choosing a word for 2012 to give me a goal and direction for the year.  I was all set and already writing this post for my word to be "kindness", in continuing with a theme that has been running in my life recently.  Kindness to others, kindness to myself.  But then, the crisp morning sun through the window brought me a different word: play

My first response was "but that's not a very responsible word for 2012". 

Precisely.  For that reason and many others that will come to me this year as I reflect upon and try to put this word into action in my life, I think play is exactly the right word for me this year.  You'll hear more about it as the year goes on, but for now I think that it's good to recognise that playing is something that I don't do very well and doesn't come naturally to me.  I think it will have a lot to teach me.  

Laugh.  Enjoy.  Relax.  Balance.

Happy New Year, may it be a playful one.

washing up

frost filters the morning sun
cluster of yellow petals
- carnations bought before Christmas -
glow gently in a white window pane frame