Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Could it be - is it possible - that the shell of winter is also cracking open and giving birth to . . . ? (but don't say a word. We are talking about the most fickle season ever) . . .
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
The Answer to Stark
It's cold but bright. In the afternoon I heard a song that has been absent for months. Yes, the tui has returned, and here it is, eating the golden melia berries. Usually the tuis like nectar best, but I guess in late winter, a bird can't be too choosy.
'Why do the dish and the spoon have hands and feet?' she asks, after studying her book of nursery rhymes intently.
Now, how do you answer a question like that?
I tried: 'Because it's in the person's imagination, who did the drawings.'
Ah-ha, she knew just what I meant!
'I have a friend in my imagination - called Pretty.'
There we have it: the secret to surviving those days when winter seems to be dragging its heels like an old tramp. A friend called Pretty is just the thing to cheer us up. Imagination. It will take us far.
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Monday, July 16, 2012
Warming up winter
Send out an invitation to neighbours for HOT SOUP TUESDAYS - you are invited to drop by after 6.30 pm and warm yourself with hot soup at the end of your long day.
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Friday, July 13, 2012
Little Miss Fun
When little Miss Fun comes to visit, the winter days are brightened.
We have Conversations.
She tells me about her 'friends'. One is called Rabbit, and the other 'Rainy Day'. That's handy. She'll be seeing a lot of that friend at the moment.
We make things. I was given one of her old socks to turn into a doll. In my button box I found some eyes - not matching, but she liked that. And a piece of ribbon that wanted to be cut into a smile. Some string for hair, and the rest of the sock left open so it could be a puppet. Another friend.
We dance, copying elegant ballet moves.
We draw. This is Miss Blue Flower, with a friendly yellow cat nearby, and numbers and letters.
And we learn new words. We have conversations like this: 'But warm is hot as well.'
What do you do when you know there's a big gap where there should be a word? Why, you find another one to do the job. And so this book, which is another in a series that I've been giving her from time to time, brings about recognition. She has an important thing to say. 'This book is the same big.'
And then, because it's a grandmother's destiny to work out what is being meant even when it doesn't make sense, I suddenly get it: 'Oh yes, you are so right. It's exactly the same size as the other one at home, isn't it?'
And so a new word -'size' is learned.
Little Miss Fun and her friends brighten up the greyest of winter days.
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Friday, July 6, 2012
In the quiet of winter
Many people have flown to the northern hemisphere in search of the sun. Others have gone to the Pacific Islands. It is school holidays, and the city has emptied out its cargo of frantic activity. But I like to stay over winter, entering my cave of contemplation, seeing what usually would pass me by, and discovering treasure in unlikely places. I've settled into my winter rhythm, and am content.
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Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Never mind. Today reminded me how the gloomiest of times can pass. Even when clouds block our vision and obscure all hope, the sun is never far away. I was glad I made my visit. Something lit up in both of us as I sat by the bedside of this dear one.
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