Monday, 21 July 2014

The Magic Hour





Victoria Harbour, South Australia


Sunday, 6 July 2014

Sights and Senses, Adelaide


Peeping in to the foyer of the Stamford Grand Hotel at Glenelg Beach, the day greeted us with a sense of grand, gothic gloom. It was a fitting backdrop to the morning's sights at St Peter's Cathedral.






Our feast of the senses really took off, of course, with chocolate. What else? A trip to the original site of Haigh's Chocolate showcased their unique local history and commitment to handmade quality. We left with plenty of aphrodisiacs in tow and in our bellies- perhaps why the rest of the day passed with memorable pleasure. 




There is nothing like the buzz and colour and simple vibrancy of the marketplace. The Adelaide Central Market was a delight to wander around and enjoy. Nothing photographs as well as fresh food either!






The German village of Hahndorf was Australia's first German settlement. Interestingly, its name was changed to Ambleside during WWI due to widespread anti-German sentiment, but later, the people voted to change its name back. 





As Oscar Wilde said, 'moderation is fatal. Enough is as good as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast' - we upheld this wise creed with bier, strudel, cheesecake, sausages and sauerkraut at the Hahndorf Inn.

Friday, 4 July 2014

Wa/Wonder, Adelaide



I wonder, that I wander to wonder. 

My mind is untangled and lithe; like it has been wrapped in too many layers of this and that, tied up in this way and that way, but now, it feels space. I wonder if it is because of the green air of Adelaide, that suffuses everything and everyone with an innocent, clean charm. I exist without further ado, drinking in the sights, sounds, sensations and nothing else. 

I think this is one of the greatest pleasures of travel. That all those responsibilities associated with home,   scary thoughts about the future or scary thoughts about being on top of it all, automatically fall away. The subconscious need to explore breathes long and deep, and you find yourself committed to the moment. Only then do we feel that exhilarating fullness of life. Only then does your mind roam far and wide, unbounded and filled with possibility. Wanderlust. A constant natural high, a purposeful yet self-determined state of mind and being. 


Our sojourn to South Australia began with a quiet afternoon wondering around North Terrace through the South Australian Museum, and Art Gallery of South Australia.



'According to Herodotus, it was considered a crime to harm a cat. When a pet cat died, members of the household shaved their eyebrows as a sign of mourning and had their bodies mummified.'






Thursday, 26 June 2014

Garden Gander






As winter begins to seep through the skin and slowly, slowly into the bones... all one wants to do is wear tonal colours and woolly things. So this skirt- a many-seasons ago Witchery find of my mum's, has effortlessly slipped into my wardrobe and empowered me to dress in librarian cum grandma fashion for the next few months. It would probably be better to describe it as 'unfashion', rather than fashion. This felty brown goodness has proven its staying power very convincingly across the last few days, working both with beanie for that touch of hobo, or without; with grey tights, stripy grey tights, or maroon tights;  with practical ankle boots or not so practical chorus shoes... etc etc etc.

Wisdom gained: If you have fun being unfashionable, you are more than fashionable. (Logic/10)

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Lazybones Sunday






So lazy* that I retreated back to iPhone photos (oh the quality); so lazy that I shall now forego my own words and instead paste the last two verses of Dylan Thomas' 'Now'... 

Now Say nay, So star fall, So the ball fail, So solve the mystic sun, the wife of light, The sun that leaps on petals through a nought, the come-a-cropper rider of the flower. Now Say nay A fig for The seal of fire, Death hairy-heeled and the tapped ghost in wood, We make me mystic as the arm of air, The two-a-vein, the foreskin, and the cloud.

*Lazy as in the artfully French notion of je ne sais quoi and etre parasseux. Ergo, much more acceptable, oui?

Monday, 26 May 2014

Flow

(Salt flats in Bolivia: Salar de Uyuni)
Talking about 'auras' is super 60s/70s/80s (so I hear) but I've always found the concept to be resonant. When meeting people, you can immediately gage their energy and how it interacts with your own. Does it compete, or feel purposeless, insecure, sad, uncertain, laidback, mellow...? Does it spark, ignite, confuse you? A lot of the time, I'm stuck inside my own energy. But we are all sensitive and tactile; we can attune to the flow around us; breathing, creating, feeling, being f l o w. 

All the space in between us is filled with energy that we can't always choose to feel or not. I am learning to accept that it can be overwhelming, that there is a trough with every peak. And, that afterwards, there is the pleasure of having gained 'experience' because we are looking back, from the better, future version of ourselves at the past version. 

But enough thinking- because it's time to climb out of my thoughts, and into the greater flow. 

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Temps...









Major girl crush on Francoise Hardy has ensued since watching this scene of Wes Anderson's Moonrise Kingdom with her music and the super awkward-endearing-slightly-uncomfortable-first-love dance. 

From her song Le temps de l'amour...

'On se dit qu' a vingt ans on est le roi du monde,
et qu' √©ternellement il y aura dans nos yeux tout le ciel bleu' 


(At twenty, we tell ourselves that we rule the world,
and that all the blue sky will be in our eyes forever.)