Friday, November 25, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Here are the symbols for water, that I placed in the west of our circle.
Kawakawa features prominently in Maori healing. It's also associated with death. I am grieving the passing of my dear mother-in-law, whom I met a year after my marriage 48 years ago, and who remained my friend even though the marriage later ended. At the same time this season is regenerating me. The kawakawa leaf represents a hope for integration of opposites: death and new life.
Being with this group of women, who have come together to celebrate the seasons through the cycle of one year, has been regenerating, fulfilling and hopeful.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Today, I did.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Now that I live in an apartment, I don't have my own garden any more. And so I especially appreciate what others have created.
Thank you gardeners, for all your hard work, and the pleasure that you give to passersby.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
After a shower and a story, I tucked her up in bed and, with a kiss goodnight, she drifted off to sleep. The crackers continued to bang and pop all around, but the spring fairy was happily lost in the land of dreams.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Have you ever discovered something beautiful right under your nose?
The big palm trees at the apartment block where I live are flowering. I don't recall them doing this last year, but then again, they are in a corner of the garden where I don't usually venture.
My neighbour said, 'Have you seen the yellow flowers?'
I pass them each day as I walk down the stairwell. My eyes however, are focussed on the stairs as they turn to the left, and I had failed to look right. Had I done so, this is what I would have seen.
What glorious, fulsome bunches they are.
They begin feathery, and then fill out, like ripe fruit.
From now on, I'll be watching, fascinated to see what colour berries they produce, and how their cycle unfolds.
It's good to keep an eye on the steps, especially after having a fall. It's also good to remember to stop and look out, through the glass panels of the stairwell, and into the hidden garden; and to walk around to the other side sometimes, and feast on views like this one. How could I have missed such magic!