Rikki wore herself, her other self, with aplomb. Hers was an expression of polite detachment and of slight boredom with it all. And cloaked in this dignified isolation, rather than give rise to pity or protection, it drew others to her with its charismatic secret quality. She had learned quickly, back in her dark days, …
Tag: moving
Actually doing alright…great even
Thinking, speaking, doing. Even when not doing still doing, even when not speaking still saying something and so it goes. This ever rushing on of life and we along with it. Some in the eye of the storm, some on the sidelines and still others expertly balanced on the edge. Everyone everything everywhere moving and …
CHAPTER IV – PATIENCE
The forest, when bare, reveals all. A few days ago, we discovered, leaning over the parapet of our terrace, that there is a log cabin, oozing fairy tale vibes, on a clean strip of mowed hillside below. Someone had lit a huge bonfire in the fire pit that day; an ancient gathering call to come …
Four Walls
Photo by Kayley Dlugos The sun feels warm on my back. It is once again Spring. Sitting on the rug, in a pool of sunlight, I am saying my goodbyes. My gaze moves across the room, interrupted occasionally by the sight of a memorable object or a nick or smudge. Our signatures. A gash on …
Withdrawl
The trees outside the bedroom window are bare, as is the wisteria and the grapevine. I won't be here to see the eruption of buds and foliage that, each spring, never disappoints. Incredibly this same barren space will be bursting with luxuriant layers of flowers, leaves, insects and intense scents in a few short months. …
CHAPTER III – PROGRESS
...and then there was light External spotlights, internal baseboard lights, ceiling fixtures of every shape and size. Strip lighting, sunk lighting, directional lighting, mood lighting and floor lighting gets unpacked and installed. Granted a good bit of moaning and kicking empty boxes accompanies this daunting task, based on the sheer square metres, but every day …
CHAPTER I – REMINISCING
I sat down over two hours ago, but so far…nothing. Scribble pad still virgin, computer screen still blank. “Shout if you need anything.” I had said to the workmen downstairs before climbing to my perch on the third floor. It is all very casual here. Shouts and swearing, laughter and arguments and lots and lots …
Manu writes 