dear blog

i'm sorry i've neglected you.
still think about you ofen, and sometimes i even visit.

i'll attempt to tell you why i stopped writing.
it felt too personal. like a diary. i'm not sure i want my blog to be a diary.
when every entry became a love note or a note about whichever love i was falling into, the blog started to feel decidedly teenaged. cringe factor of ten.

also, it's findable. there have been a couple of people who have looked it up and read it and taken offense at what i've written here. what do i do about that?
the options - write impersonal content only, or stop caring who reads it.
chances are neither of those two previous offense-takers even remember the address, but the lack of anonymity does concern me a little. and i know that i can't write impersonal, i don't have it in me at this point!

also, these days everyone is a blogger. (why should that stop me?)
blogs now seem to 'need' a theme... raw food, my 50 best fitness tips, stuff i saw on etsy and recreated. what happened to good old fashioned "the shit that is on my mind" blogging? does anyone except amanda palmer do that any more?

i don't know what i want this blog to be, for now i want it to be used and updated and that is about all. so, the intention is laid out before you...

i want to be a blogger again.

xo

dear Heart,
I know  you're there.
now, please stop
racing.

x

(too much coffee? surely not)

http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=946

Hello Hyperbole
She's back.
x

Space Oddity

Chris Hadfield does something beautiful


unexpectedly moving.
wow. just wow.

Looking on the bright side

Single on Sunday means

Sitting at my sunny kitchen table
Verve Remixed (yay for Grooveshark)
Coffee in a beautiful cup
Toast with tomato (grown by me and Diana)
No plans at all.
x

Hello heartbreak

Two years since the big fucking earthquake that changed everything.

I'm so sad today. It's been a massive couple of years, so much upheaval (literally) and pain and fear and then all the good stuff too. It was just after the earthquake that I got together with the sweetest man in the world. This week I left him.

My heart is really fucking sore for so many reasons today.

Happy fuckin' birthday, Jeffy.

Love yer guts.

perspective

IMG_3400, a photo by eroica.lurks on Flickr.

funny to think that i took this photo 3 and a bit years ago because a vacant lot in the city was such an unusual sight...

and now my city looks like this (and still much of this to come down).

From the rooftop of C1, Dec 2012.

I'm pining for Australia.

It's an almost physical feeling, this lack, this need. Not city Australia, I want rural. I want to be surrounded by rustling gumleaves and hot dry air and frightening bugs and brown slow moving water and Australians. I want to be barely moving, slowing down to that Australian summer pace of life, sitting on a veranda in the shade drinking something cool and talking shit with whoever happens to be there. I like that about my Australian life... the talking to anyone and everyone. Kiwis are more reserved I think. Friendly, but only when dragged out of our shells... Australia drags me out of my shell.
x