Tag Archive: sacred ordinary things


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A treasure hunt of sacred ordinary things. A simple meal. A droop off I don’t have to collect. Strawberries in the rain. It’s the small things. #celebration #whakahari

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Is it getting harder for you to find things to celebrate? Not me. This is the time when the crema of being human rises – rich and strong. We remember we need each other to survive. People are reaching out to their neighbours, sharing what they have, sharing small graces. I hope this pandemic changes everything and the new world order is a kinder, more considerate and generous place. Where’s the party at when we beat this?

#onward #whakahari #celebrate

Sheets to rags. Beeswax candle to furniture polish. Embers to art. What can you save and turn to good purpose? #saved #kiaoraai

I’ve been thinking about how to mark celebrations recently as balloons, party poppers, confetti and glitter seem to be becoming things of the past as plastic becomes increasingly taboo.

This is a range of gum leaf confetti: pink, green, rainbow, gold… native, natural and bright.

Let plastic be taboo… but not joy. Not the part of you that is whimsical, playful and seeks to celebrate life. Find new ways to do the same old things #celebrate #whakahari

Wake

Waste not

Our garden isn’t in good shape, but in one particular corner the soil is full of rubbish – broken plastic, tin, glass… it’s kind of not that safe to work in. I’m trying to get time in our outdoor space regularly figuring every little bit helps, and at some point it will tip to beautiful. The other day I felt a glimpse of that when, in addition to all the rubbish above, I started pulling out whole bottles. After about an hour I had a bunch of them lined up.

I think that it might have been easy to think, “I’m just going to dig out this whole section and get clean fill in here”, but there was something to taking a slower approach, picking through and being more careful with my spade. Someone was careless putting all the rubbish out here but I will be care-full in trying to restore it. When we’re looking for ‘good soil’, maybe it’s important to know there may be things in the bad that are worth keeping as a promise of things to come.

Unbound

I gardened today in the rain because I picked up sales plants from Bunnings last week and I haven’t had a chance before now to get them in the ground. I know the odds on these plants aren’t great but I feel like they’re the underdog and someone needs to root for them [lame pun intended]. With our new business I’m working to fill in our boundless backyard on a budget with cuttings – foraged and from friends, seedlings, and these sale specimens… Look at how much life is in them. Look how far and wide and deep they want to go and how much they want to grow.

Gardening is good thinking time. It’s only mid-February and I am saying “No” to things. There’s no room. There’s no resource. But I wonder whether perhaps I am like this plant, with so much life in me that somehow I don’t need less but more. More time, more space, more light, more to drink (cheers!)… what does it look like to consider tending to myself in this way? This year I am eking out a writing day again and it feels kind of wonderful.

Unbound, just how big could I grow?

What if, when a season ends, or a job, a community, a relationship… what if we imagined it to look like this? That we have grown all we can here and there is no more room. We need a new space, we need a new environment.

Is your environment nourishing you?

Advent word: Rest

Today was the day to cut the lawn, weed, clean the esky and camp chairs, plan shade… the role of hosting isn’t that restful and yet, to potter at home is a kind of rest, to talk through our plans is a kind of rest, to have an easy meal with a cold drink binge watching The Witcher is another kind of rest. And it feels good. #rest #okioki #adventwords2019

Advent word: Bless

Bless the medicine makers and the bringers of juice and lemonade to those who are sick #bless #whakamoemiti #adventwords2019

This morning I knelt at the vegie patch, claiming peas, broadbeans, and basil before the heat of the day. To make a wreath, I sat in the grass by the green waste pile stripping dry branches of leaves, I bent over to select succulents from the council planting on the nature strip across the road. Where do you lend your hands and work and voice? What will you make of that? A beautiful offering. #worship #koropiko  #adventwords2019