An early morning gift from nature
Gives me hope for planet earth
Dear heart ♥
I would like to thank you for giving me life even when you were struggling to survive.
The last 8 months have been full of despair, grief, anger and fear.
These emotions not directed at you but more at me for not sensing your pain.
We have gone through so much together heart.
Our experience of open heart surgery has made me realise just how magnificent you are and how much you will endure to give me life.
I hope the new valves implanted will make your job easier so we can spend more time on planet earth sharing and enjoying the wonders of life, from a new perspective.
Keep well heart and may we flourish together ♥
Gifts from the land
A trip to Niue Island revealed the generosity of people who knew of me by family name only. Gifts of paw paw, bananas, coconuts, tomatoes, vanilla and cucumber placed in coconut frond basket and lovingly gifted. During my stay, I was never short of fresh fish and locally grown fruits and vegetables. And everyday there was a gift a the door.
Abundance of love Abundance of food Abundance of thanks
Water clings to flower for as long as possible before succumbing to gravity
What is it you see?
YCLEPT: Called (by the name of)
I chose yclept because it is such an odd word, and I wanted at least one word I had never ever heard of before included in my A-Z Challenge.
Synonyms: appellation, clepe, named, styled, titled, known as, termed.
In a sentence: My tortoise shell cat yclept Missy Moo stretched as she enjoyed the warmth of the late afternoon sun.
VALOUR: Personal courage esp. as shown in fighting.
“Lest We Forget”
This is my tribute to the nearly 500 Cook Island Soldiers recruited by New Zealand over the course of World War One. Of the 5 contingents recruited, 3 contingents saw active service. The 4th contingent trained at Narrow Neck Camp, Auckland however shortly before their departure in 1918, the war ended. The 5th contingent had been recruited but did not start training.
UNIVERSE: All existing things, the whole creation, the cosmos, the world, all mankind
Here is a snippet of my universe
MAJESTIC: Possessing stateliness or grandeur, imposing
Tuesday’s usual trip from the Kapiti Coast to Wellington
Takes me through familiar landmarks
which remain as constant as Tuesday follows Monday
Passing towns and suburbs
where people are going about their daily routines
Trains worming towards the big city
Cars inching forward in traffic jam
Pass Whenua Tapu cemetery
and a keen eye notices a new monument decorated with flowers
a little apprehensive
wondering if she will be there today
moored between road and rail bridges
Heading south the view between the bridges
is hampered by passing traffic, concrete walls
NOT TO BE SEEN
So the wait begins, and as the day unfolds with regularity,
I head north for home
The motorway not so busy this time
as commuters are now parked in office buildings,
shops, universities, coffee houses
I position myself for the ultimate view
I am not disappointed
I see her sat upon still water
that make the inlet
where fishers catch sprats
She is majestic
this small little boat
I smile as a drive past
HONOUR: respect highly, confer dignity upon, acknowledge
I honour my mother
She has the reputation of being a master “ei” maker on the island of Rarotonga.
An ei is a garland made of flowers worn around the neck or on top of head.
Mum picks flowers from her garden with the love and care that bestows any living thing, respecting the gift of nature. In her garden frangipani, gardenia and hibiscus flourish.
She creates each ei with joy and tenderness, her hands gently transforming flowers into beautiful garland, a story unfolding. She looks on with pride as she gifts them to family and friends.
FOOTPRINT: impression left by foot.
BEAUTY: Combination of qualities, as shape, proportion, colour, in human face or form, or in other objects, that delight the sights.
The smell and colour of summer explode into life.
A glorious time where abundance is a word thrown around freely when it comes to summer fruits.
My plum tree drips with ripe and falling fruit and invaded by Kereru.
I hear before I see – a loud whooshing sound rips through the air and Kereru lands on plum tree branch. An incredible balancing act unfolds as bird starts feeding on plums. Dancing between branches Kereru gets the best vantage to select and feast on the perfect plum. I watch bird pluck plum and gobble it down whole; sometimes losing them to the ground below, to be picked at by ground dwelling animals, or composted back into the earth.
The Kereru is the New Zealand native wood pigeon. It is magnificent, a bird of BEaUTY and delights my sight.