The spring has sprung and the grass has riz. The fresh new air of spring envelopes my world. I sit outside looking at the amazing native bush backdrop, across the vast lawn. The daisies have popped up all over the lawn, in no particular pattern. It is incredible to think that there are so many different types of green and here they are, displayed before me in all their glory.
The native bush is like a stage set providing a magnificent backdrop of shapes and colours. The interlaced branches of shrubs and trees make a magnificent canopy through which the light filters. Each puff of wind provides a light show of gentle flickers as the branches stretch and weave allowing the light to shine here and then there.
I have always wanted a house with sea views. The ultimate dream. But now, I wouldn’t swap this setting for that.
It is ever changing, like the sea; it sings and swirls, moves and shakes in high winds, like the sea; it presents an amazing show of shadows and light, like the sea; it is a living, whispering, ever changing entity, like the sea; it is home to many different living species, like the sea; it is magnificent, like the sea; it replenishes and refreshes me, like the sea; it caresses my spirit and mind, like the sea; it soothes my soul, like the sea; it somehow allows me to breathe deeply and fends off the panic and claustrophobia of living, like the sea.
I sit at the outdoor table under a magnificent green shade sail, looking out at this vast expanse of green sea. I am the captain of this house/ship, confident I can steer her through the sea of grasses and trees. I have my trusty wind rainbow sock, (from San Francisco) at the helm, to assist me. I am peaceful and confident I can make this journey.
The native bush is like a stage set providing a magnificent backdrop of shapes and colours. The interlaced branches of shrubs and trees make a magnificent canopy through which the light filters. Each puff of wind provides a light show of gentle flickers as the branches stretch and weave allowing the light to shine here and then there.
I have always wanted a house with sea views. The ultimate dream. But now, I wouldn’t swap this setting for that.
It is ever changing, like the sea; it sings and swirls, moves and shakes in high winds, like the sea; it presents an amazing show of shadows and light, like the sea; it is a living, whispering, ever changing entity, like the sea; it is home to many different living species, like the sea; it is magnificent, like the sea; it replenishes and refreshes me, like the sea; it caresses my spirit and mind, like the sea; it soothes my soul, like the sea; it somehow allows me to breathe deeply and fends off the panic and claustrophobia of living, like the sea.
I sit at the outdoor table under a magnificent green shade sail, looking out at this vast expanse of green sea. I am the captain of this house/ship, confident I can steer her through the sea of grasses and trees. I have my trusty wind rainbow sock, (from San Francisco) at the helm, to assist me. I am peaceful and confident I can make this journey.
Sometimes, when night has settled her blanket over the sky, I wake thinking that I can’t breathe, that I must get up early in the morning and head out to my favourite beach. Piha, the beach that had been my sanctuary, my salvation when it had become claustrophobic for me to be in the city, to be in my house. I feel like some land-stuck fish out of water, fending off the panic that there is not enough oxygen around me and that if only I can get to the sea, I will be able to breathe again. I drift off back to sleep with my plan for the early morning. When light starts the day again, I will run away to the sea. I will be fine, by the sea.
The morning arrives, I get up and go outside to my bush sea. I never do get into the car and drive to Piha. It just seems so far away now, and I don’t want to waste time getting there. So I sit viewing the vista at my own back door and I breathe easy.
Arohanui
KGXX
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