The call of Bridgewater Bay came loudly this week, and so Fred and I responded and spent a very happy time out there. While Fred practised his Yoga movements, I practised my photography. Winners all round 🙂
This week I was reading Pat’s blog post on Courage and the New Year and she finished by asking what word speaks strongly for this new year. The word that quickly arose for me was “stability”. It’s not that I’m against change, it’s simply that for the past year I’ve been constantly packing bags and travelling back and forth, living in two places. My home, and another’s. And neither feels like the home I wish to have. My cats and dog have adapted extremely well to the situation, to the extent that now when the travelling crate comes out, Pixel goes in immediately and settles down. Frank is slightly more reluctant and always voices his disapproval at the beginning of the trip, but overall he’s pretty good. Fred, well, he’s a dog and a terrier, so he’s always up for a trip in the car.
It’s me who’s feeling weary of it. Seeking solutions. Seeking stability. I still want to work on my friend’s garden as I find bringing it into order a very satisfying experience. But it’s too far from my place for a quick half day visit, and so entails packing and unpacking…….
When I moved to my beach cottage last year, I initially only took out a six month lease as I wasn’t sure how I’d adapt to no longer living in the middle of a very very large cow paddock. Well, it has been tough as even though I’m not crammed into a suburban block as such but look out onto the ocean in front and a paddock out back, I’ve still got to contend with road traffic….and Fred spends far too much time on a leash. Not what we are used to, and now I don’t think what we can get used to….. I’m too old a dog myself to learn that new trick.
We want to be wandering paddocks like this again…..
And find some gold……
I’ve extended my lease for another three months while I continue the search for something to fits our needs better, and gives me that much needed sense of stability. Or else I’ll simply hit the road……….
John Masefield (from Salt-Water Ballads, 1902)
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
I’d always enjoyed this poem, but it wasn’t until last month that I really understood it. It all changed for me when the Enterprize ( An 1830’s replica) visited Portland, and I was able to take a trip on her. My first experience of being on the water under sail – and I was well and truly hooked! Alas, the trip lasted less than an hour, and only part of that was under sail, but those times of eyes closed, listening to the water and feeling the wind on my face were total enchantment.
Here’s just a small selection of the many photos I took, but I hope it conveys a little of the magic.
Today it is the summer solstice, and a friend and I went out for lunch at a cafe overlooking the Portland Harbour. A beautiful day in a beautiful place.
Season’s greetings to everyone, may your holidays be full of joy and goodness and blessings. xx
For the past year, I’ve been suffering from a syndrome called ‘restlessness’. Despite my attempts to quell it, or to transform it, it has occupied most of my waking hours – and disturbed my sleep…….
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve moved house – and yes, it has been literal a couple of times also! Not this house though, which I encountered on a recent trip away.
Much of my life has been spent living in the countryside or the bush, and I’ve relished it most of the time, so it comes as a great surprise to me, that it no longer does. In fact, what used to sustain me in my quiet life, no longer is sufficient. I want more…..
Over ten years ago I became quite ill, and life changed forever. I lived more or less as a hermit for many of those years, and that was part of my healing. Time alone will always be necessary for my well-being, but now it seems it’s time for me to rejoin society to some degree. It’s always going to be a juggling act, although I feel I’m better prepared for it now – time will tell of course.
Last November a friend and I took a brief holiday to South West Victoria, and quite unexpectedly, my friend bought a property on the outskirts of Port Fairy, where he’ll be able to pursue his artistic life with more freedom.
What a wonderful welcoming sign to the area! Need I add, that this area was settled by the Irish, and that influence remains strong today. I’ve got strong Irish heritage and so feel right at home here.
Home. Hmmm…. such a word can conjure many thoughts, feelings and impressions. Now after helping my friend pack and move to his new home, I’m on the search for my new…. my new what? Place of being perhaps….. Travel and adventure call to me, as does having a safe place to return to and rest my head. I want – no NEED to go ‘Walkabout’ from time to time and this was brought squarely to my attention when I met two fabulous young women recently who were travelling. It wasn’t envy but longing that I felt when I saw them depart after a couple of days of great times together. I wanted to be on that highway also……
Oh yes, my Olympus EM5 needs to go away for some minor attention soon, and as I cannot bear to be without a trusty companion, I have purchased another Oly, this time a TG 850, a small fun camera with lots of great features. We’re still getting to know each other, and it will never replace the EM5, but be more as a support act 🙂
I’ve given notice of intention to depart to my landlords, and they couldn’t be more helpful and supportive, given I’ve got no date of departure at this stage. Already I’ve sorted through my ‘stuff’ and sold/given away/disposed of a great deal, with larger pieces of furniture next to deal with, as I reduce, reduce, reduce…..
After all, it’s just stuff!
So there’s the picture of what’s been happening lately, and why I’ve not been posting as much. It’s all a bit fragmented…. 🙂
Find the thing that stirs your heart and make room for it. Life is about the development of self to the point of unbridled joy.
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I love classic cars. If it were possible, I’d own a Citroen 2CV – well I do own one, but it fits into the palm of my hand 🙂
Today, while in Robe, I spotted a Goddess parked along the foreshore, and simply had to grab some photos of it. Sadly, didn’t spot the owner anywhere – but I’d imagine the owner to be a person of style 🙂