Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Morning journeys...
The recent pictures up here have been taken on my magical morning strolls with King Rastas.
Mornings are my favourite time of day, when I was small if I ever slept in past 8am I would wake up in tears because I had missed out on part of the day (I was an anxious child). These days I still wake up early, drink some power juice and head out to absorb some sunshine and energy from the morning which usually sets me up for a happy and productive day. A little bit of time just for me and the trees. Watching Rastas play with the other dogs in the park is one of my favourite pass-times and always makes me smile. Sometimes Rastas goes for the little city dogs - poodles and spoodles and what not and their owners get all protective - he can get a bit rough, I also find this very amusing. Last night Rastas licked a bowl clean which had some chopped up green 'stuff' in it... he had a very relaxing sleep and provided me and my housemates with hours of entertainment. Now he has truly lived up to his name.
The magical park is right across the street from my house and is a hidden gem in the big city, lots of little forest tracks, a steam running through it, little waterfalls and so many beautiful trees and flowers. There is also another little park close by which is up on a hill and has an amazing view of the city. These sort of things give me strength and balance. It's taken me a while to get used to things here, the fast and bulging pulse of cityness, but I may be getting close to feeling at home again, finding my little groove and establishing my own rhythm within and without the mayhem.
Mornings are my favourite time of day, when I was small if I ever slept in past 8am I would wake up in tears because I had missed out on part of the day (I was an anxious child). These days I still wake up early, drink some power juice and head out to absorb some sunshine and energy from the morning which usually sets me up for a happy and productive day. A little bit of time just for me and the trees. Watching Rastas play with the other dogs in the park is one of my favourite pass-times and always makes me smile. Sometimes Rastas goes for the little city dogs - poodles and spoodles and what not and their owners get all protective - he can get a bit rough, I also find this very amusing. Last night Rastas licked a bowl clean which had some chopped up green 'stuff' in it... he had a very relaxing sleep and provided me and my housemates with hours of entertainment. Now he has truly lived up to his name.
The magical park is right across the street from my house and is a hidden gem in the big city, lots of little forest tracks, a steam running through it, little waterfalls and so many beautiful trees and flowers. There is also another little park close by which is up on a hill and has an amazing view of the city. These sort of things give me strength and balance. It's taken me a while to get used to things here, the fast and bulging pulse of cityness, but I may be getting close to feeling at home again, finding my little groove and establishing my own rhythm within and without the mayhem.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
One year exactly
One year ago today I started this blog, it was on my 23rd birthday.
So today it happens to be my birthday again!
Happy birthday to me.
So today it happens to be my birthday again!
Happy birthday to me.
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