it's the little things that make the world seem magical to me particularly after the earthquake when i know there are many people who had time to consider what they would miss... and never got the chance to see them again....
and i intend to suck every bit of juice out of those little things that i can...
this is my friends' business thriving deli/cafe/cooking school
it has to be demolished
they can't even go in to rescue stock
right now they are grateful that everyone made it out unhurt
but not unscathed
this will be a scar that everyone carries on their heart
everyone in this tiny community knows the guy who was crushed by a rock fall walking home over the hills to get to his young family
everyone is aware of the army patrolling the streets to stop looting
everyone will feel that frisson of fear when a large truck drives past rattling the ground
and as a bystander i feel this deep sense of unease, constantly close to tears, obsessively checking my emails to see if Sue has been in touch (not yet)... i feel useless and frivilous when i find myself laughing
but then Graeme and Jenny, who own Ground, are so filled with gratitude that they all made it out in one peice, that they have life and each other and their friends, that cherishing laughter and the joy of seeing an inch worm waving around on a flower and being covered in paint seem to be keeping the faith with the things that truely count
so inspite of the horror i will honour the joy in life, because i can and because what you focus on expands
and i so want for people to be reimmersed in love and not fear
today i am consumed with the idea of making magic happen
i think the world's true nature is magical
i think that underlying every living and inanimate thing is magic
and i love it when people make that visible
this letterbox was in a tiny place called Blackpoint. The first place in New Zealand to have electricity - because it generated it itself because it was a goldmining town
now only about 12 people live there
but we stopped there because Willow wanted a toilet stop. Then i saw this letter box and took a photo, then we noticed a sign to a museum and gold battery and we left 5 hours later filled with stories and gifts of ideas of things to do and my girls had a glimpse into the lives of my grandparents...
this beautiful quirky handmade with love and magic letterbox lead us on that journey - totally unexpected into the past and the future
so to whomever made it thank you
you have inspired me to make magic happen wherever i can because i can trust it to open doors that won't have otherwise been there
The colour of the sky *the ocean * Elizabeth and Maeve * people who reach beyond the ordinary * genuine generosity *good food * watching things grow * the miracle of birth *a woman's power *tenderness in all its forms * the cycle of life * courage * people with a sense of fun * compassion * beautiful jewellery * art that is made from the heart - without a view to the purchaser or the market but made because it has to come *Clarissa Pincola Estes * grace
LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS THESE ARE MORETHINGSTHATITHINK
i welcome you with warmth and love to the thoughts that grab me .... and the way they come out of my fingers when i make the time in my day as a mother and artist and poodle walker to write them down.....