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on the hill
The city garden is on the steep side of a small valley, like a chip out of a big hill. There is a rugged micro climate up here, the Southerlies are mitigated by the hill but it is still a bit windy when a Nor’West blows in. And today the Nor’Wester is blowing. In New…
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zooming into the truth
Looking at the world closely is something we often avoid. But putting our hands over our eyes and over our ears is not evolved. It is not helpful. The only thing to avoid is avoidance itself. Avoiding close observation and subsequent action is historically proven to be downright destructive. We are no longer in the…
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A little home, a little here, a little there.
This Wednesday post is the one that portrays how I am living more than any other. In pieces. Different hemispheres and different roles. Typical for a mother of far flung children. Juggling many balls above my head. First: The Farm in Illinois A couple of inches of snow and cold temps. Everything is handling the…
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welcome to welly
“Welcome to Welly”, said the flight attendant into her mic as we landed. I laughed. NZers are notorious for putting ‘ey at the end of any words that don’t pay attention and shortening all the rest! I had steamed from the international airport to the domestic airport in the summer heat in Auckland, (it is…
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the archives. december 2013
While you are reading this I have begun the first leg of my journey from California to New Zealand to stay with Eldest Son. It is going to be a long couple of days with some long layovers but I don’t mind. I HATE running for a plane. It does my head in. A random…
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