Things are finding their place; a sense of poise returning.
A sideways slip of the pencil
and crossed lives may find
that by some invisible grace
they come to settle
on holy ground... *
The 'smush' that's been me recently has taken off and rolled on down the hill. . . splosh, into the harbour she went. Thank you and fare thee well, I say. Timing-wise, this bodes well. There are seven days between now and the day I turn fifty (I love the word 'turn') and I'm happy to report that my anticipation for this next half-century is mounting.
These are the last of the Moeraki pics for now; rock faces, line drawings, hard-soft edges. That day by the sea was a very great gift.
I have a newfound taste for lightness
I have a newfound lightness of taste
*lines from the poem Consider - CB 2007
... to give you some idea of the size of these boulders, here's a pic of Annette & I embracing one.