We can meet and eat and laugh and drink with some of the most important people in our entire lives at the great New Zealand barbie, set in an urban vegetable garden with wine and laughter and still worry about the ones we love and have left in the frozen gardens on the other side of the world.
We eat the family scalloped potatoes, grill sausages and steak and lamb. We can eat the gluten free salads, and vegan dishes and vegetarian bakes and omnivorious feeds, eating all from the same table like we have for years but still wonder how the cows are at home, and is Tima warm, and is Boo OK at Nannys and are the kittens doing well and wonder why we have not heard Queenie’s results.
Caramalising onions on one side of the world while someone else feeds my pigs on the other.
As the water freezes at home.
We are all a collection of divided and dividing cells. Wanting to be here but still there. Wishing and missing. Succeeding and failing. Wanting to both hide from the new people and greet them as wonderful additions to our ever-burgeoning families.
Big breath miss c., says Sheila our Big Fat Pig, from all the way over there.
I hope you all have a lovely day!
Your friend in travel,