You probably know I'm quite fond of dress-ups and stories and talking to people. Volunteering at Sovereign Hill ticks all these boxes and more. My first day today was perfect weather and I very much enjoyed learning the ropes and meeting people in my flouncy pink ruffles.
I taught a room full of sales reps to bush dance this evening. It was so much fun watching their serious, grown-up, work faces change into delighted grins as they let themselves enjoy the fun and silliness of the dances. Heel and Toe Polka as therapy, I say. Bush dancing might just be the best
I don't think keeping a venomous snake as a pet is a good idea, but I guess the idea of one is probably better than the idea of a guard dog. Do these people have a resident serpent or are they serious about not welcoming visitors? Whatever the case, it made me chuckle.
There's something really nice about forgetting that you met a wonderful musician and then remembering again at the perfect moment. I crossed paths with Icelandic singer-songwriter, Svavar Knutur, at the National Folk Festival this Easter. He came up in conversation tonight and I've been smoothing the bumps in my heart with his beautiful music for
The tables are slowly turning after almost two decades of parenting. Now I get to borrow stuff from the kids. I have a new project that needs a black bow tie and my son had just the thing. Perhaps this marks the start of borrowing in this direction.
I read this beautiful Mary Oliver poem on the back of the toilet door at a friend's place today. It was such a lovely pause in the middle of an excellent conversation. Like a beautiful vista glimpsed through the window of a gorgeous room. SUMMER STORY - Mary Oliver When the hummingbirdsinks its faceinto the
The dregs of a dark beer on a winter afternoon. A sign of time well spent in conversation and contemplation.
What a delightful surprise when I went through the checkout at the supermarket with my milk and chocolate and the stranger in front of me paid for it. No fuss, he wasn't looking for recognition, he was just a beautifully generous person. He had also paid for the groceries of the woman in front of
Moving escalators are compelling viewing. I think it's the solid lines of the structure juxtaposed with the smooth motion of the flat bit and the randomness of humans.
I feel very lucky that I get to work with these two gents. Both fine musicians and wonderful people. Twas an absolute pleasure to spend the afternoon playing French tunes with them today for Bastille Day.
