most of us want what we want NOW!
i do, i'm a foot stomping brat. we want to take a pill and be healed, do a course and be a specialist, meet someone and get married. forget noodles, we want instant 'perfect life!'.
but we don't thrive on it - magic take time to make and bake and be born.
after chilling for four weeks in phuket i'm back in the city clinging by my fingernails to the peaceful pace i found over there - the sense of everything happens in it's own divine time.
the alternative is to force the situation to happen NOW, thereby creating drama and chaos, accumulating stress which makes life tougher (and makes you look crap) (that alone is enough to make me cry halt!).
so please can we slow down the pace, drive in a relaxed manner, pause and commune with our neighbours, listen in a conversation not just wait to speak. can we allow a week for an email response, a year to get in shape and let our children be kids til they're not.
we'll look better for it!
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summer 2012
in memory of beautiful andy, one year on
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summer 2012
retreat
in memory of beautiful andy, one year on
My Best Holiday Ever
I am 10.
we’re towing a trailer full of camping gear fastened with ropes and occy clips. In a little cage atop it all is ‘Captain’ our German Shepard puppy, yap yap yapping, his ears flapping back in the wind - we crawl along hour after interminable hour, Raymond Terrace, Newcastle, Bulahdelah - finally...the Seal Rocks turnoff!!
I spy the church they made into a house, the tarred road finishes and we're on to the dirt, dense bush on both sides, eyes peeled until around the last bend, the ocean bursts into view embracing us. Joy leaps from my heart - we’re here!
the caravan park is across from the beach. We pitch our green canvas two-pointed tent down the side of the camp ground with the clique of the campers. we feel superior to the suburban caravaners. Inside we lay down old Persian carpets and erect stretcher beds. I love the canvassy smell and the sound of the porta-gas stove.
the Murnanes are here again from Newcastle. Greg Murnane has a crush on me I can tell.
wearing my one-piece cossie I got for Christmas, I read, laze in the sun with mum and my sister on warm, powdery sand. I catch waves on a blow-up surfmat with my brother; I star playing British Bulldog with 20 kids or more on the lawn up near the showers. I patiently wait my turn for a jump on the trampoline at the caretaker’s house.
we catch pippies, scrinching our feet in the sand, this way and that, the water retreating. We cook and eat them, they’re sweet, juicy and delicious.
our family walks up the hill to the General Store. We can have any ice cream we want, but Chocolate Hearts are expensive so I don’t choose them, even though dad says I can. Anyway Pine-lime Splice is my favourite but sometimes I’ll have a chocolate paddle-pop.
days are endless, my skin deeply tanned, I am filled with sunshine. I feel as light as the wind - I am free.
we’re towing a trailer full of camping gear fastened with ropes and occy clips. In a little cage atop it all is ‘Captain’ our German Shepard puppy, yap yap yapping, his ears flapping back in the wind - we crawl along hour after interminable hour, Raymond Terrace, Newcastle, Bulahdelah - finally...the Seal Rocks turnoff!!
I spy the church they made into a house, the tarred road finishes and we're on to the dirt, dense bush on both sides, eyes peeled until around the last bend, the ocean bursts into view embracing us. Joy leaps from my heart - we’re here!
the caravan park is across from the beach. We pitch our green canvas two-pointed tent down the side of the camp ground with the clique of the campers. we feel superior to the suburban caravaners. Inside we lay down old Persian carpets and erect stretcher beds. I love the canvassy smell and the sound of the porta-gas stove.
the Murnanes are here again from Newcastle. Greg Murnane has a crush on me I can tell.
wearing my one-piece cossie I got for Christmas, I read, laze in the sun with mum and my sister on warm, powdery sand. I catch waves on a blow-up surfmat with my brother; I star playing British Bulldog with 20 kids or more on the lawn up near the showers. I patiently wait my turn for a jump on the trampoline at the caretaker’s house.
we catch pippies, scrinching our feet in the sand, this way and that, the water retreating. We cook and eat them, they’re sweet, juicy and delicious.
our family walks up the hill to the General Store. We can have any ice cream we want, but Chocolate Hearts are expensive so I don’t choose them, even though dad says I can. Anyway Pine-lime Splice is my favourite but sometimes I’ll have a chocolate paddle-pop.
days are endless, my skin deeply tanned, I am filled with sunshine. I feel as light as the wind - I am free.
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