My heart is singing a sweet tune that I have never heard before. It’s mid-yeah and I feel like I’m on track for good things to come. I’m not sure what the song will sound like yet, but I know that I’m crafting something good. It’s an interesting experience to set goals early in the year and not ball them up and toss them at the bin – an anti-anti-New Year’s resolution, solution. The dream is too real to set aside. Continue reading
I have a sweet tooth. You know the kind of sugary taste explosion that comes with a bite into a slice that oozes caramel, or the warmth that a well-executed butter cake brings with icing dribbling goodness. And don’t get me started on Whittaker’s creamy 5 rolled chocolate – one bite transports me to somewhere glorious.
I also love the sweet little moments in life. I can’t help but smile when I see an elderly couple strolling along a promenade, holding hands. Or when babies smile and giggle. Even watching the sunset, summer or winter, I’ll take that stunning moment and revel in it. Continue reading
Berlin brought the best out in me. It was a city of exploration and discovery; with its gritty carcass of history exposing its bones, brushed over with bright colours. Every corner had an enticing nook, turning the pages of its illustrated story. The best way to read this place is definitely on foot.
I spent my days walking the city for hours like I was on some kind of creative pilgrimage. On the first, my Aussie roommate and I went in search of a local summer market. Crossing the Spree, the grungy bridge housed a worn red armchair with the markings of a piss stain that dribbled toward a large heart sketched on the girder, with the letters NZ inside. My shoulders relaxed at the thought of little bit of love for Kiwis, from across the other side of the globe. Continue reading
What makes you happy?
If you come up with a billion and one answers, or there about – Congratulations! I love it! If you’re struggling, let’s just start with one; because that is like grabbing the door handle in a darkened room and turning the knob. The light peeks in, and as you continue pushing the door, more brightness radiates upon you, and you glow from its warmth. Continue reading
The plane touched down on a drizzly tarmac, where the vista of Berlin was barely seen beyond the rooftops surrounding Tegel Airport. I had to laugh, really, as Tegel is a brand of poultry products in NZ. I wondered what I would send on a postcard, back home. “I’ve just arrived at Tegel. Don’t worry… I haven’t gotten into chicken farming over here!” Continue reading
A couple of years ago, I came up with the idea of writing ‘I Heart Tuesdays’. Partly because one of my dreams had been to write a column – so why not do that for myself? The other was to share the experiences that I had learnt from, during my (short-ish) lifetime. I guess I’ve been dealt a very interesting hand with a bunch of different obstacles that I refuse to let hold me back, or get in my way. Continue reading
My exit from Switzerland was a culmination of sadness and happiness. The month had been filled with new experiences, with self-realisations, with pushing through when I was struggling, and, as always, learning opportunities.
My inner scheduled self, competed with the openness of my continuation. During the final week of my stay all I had booked was a flight to Berlin. No accommodation, no research of transport, no worries…? The Beast was no help, either; it had taken over a whole corner of the room, spewing clothes and mementos. Continue reading
With all of the information in the world, with all of the print we are drenched in, with all of the media that is competing for our attention, with all of the social images to share and blogs that speak right to our hearts…
Yesterday, a little window was unlatched and I kept it wide open, letting the light shine in. Continue reading
I’m going to interrupt my European travel tales, for a different kind of tail. A newsworthy post, about an epiphany I had, and I just had to share – CATS ARE JUST CHILDREN, DISGUISED IN FUR!
I’ve been house-sitting around the traps, which is a perfect situation for me right now. At each house, there has been at least one cat to feed, pat, and to subconsciously perform my own feline psycho-analysis on. My studies may not be traditionally scientific, but my hypothesis is backed up with screeds of evidence. Continue reading
There are some extraordinarily good days and there are some excruciatingly bad days. In between, there feels like a range from great, to ‘meh’, through to ‘climbing out of the wrong side of bed’, days. Once, at the tail-end of the latter, I had told my flatmate “Ugh… you do not want my life.”
He responded by turning to look at me with head tilted and brow pinched, like a questioning pug. I had let everything get to me; seeping into the knots in my shoulders, making them weary and filling my brain with thunderstorms. Continue reading