Thursday, 13 July 2017

NEW DIRECTION

This blog has been on quite the rickety journey over these past few years.  With motherhood came a big change in me, my lifestyle, my time, my mindset.  Basically everything got turned on its head (not necessarily for the worse) and as far as the blog went I felt like I had lost my footing.  Unsure of what direction I wanted it to take, I all but neglected it.  Yet somewhere in the back of my sleep deprived mind I was still searching for the perfect new beginning. Then the other day, as we were sitting in her studio with clay up to our elbows my mum suddenly suggested that we should really be documenting the direction we have been floating in. 

Somehow having children causes you (or me at least) to see a lot of things under a magnifying glass.  Suddenly it seems more important than ever to pursue dreams, strive to live the kind of life we've always imagined, be extra conscious about the environment and the beings in it, take good care of our health and learn to goof off regularly.  There's a bit of pressure that comes with realising you're your child's first teacher, and the best way for them to learn is to follow your example.  We want our children growing up knowing they should think for themselves and to question everything, we want for it to be normal that they pick up rubbish on the beach and say no to plastic, we want them to consider who made the clothes that they buy and where their food has come from.  We want our children to have the confidence to embark on wild adventures and fulfill their wonderful dreams, we want them to learn from other cultures and keep an open mind about people they meet..  We want so much for these precious children of ours but if we are to lead by example then we need to go out into the world and prove that it's all possible.  It's quite an incredible thing to challenge yourself to live your dream life so that your children will know they can live theirs.

This, I've decided, is a journey worth documenting, both for their sake and maybe as a way to inspire others to do the same.  We're far from perfect and riddled with insecurities we need to overcome along the way but I can hardly think of a more worthy reason to step up and take a hold of life!

Let's see where this road takes us...

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

INTERNATIONAL BREAKFAST


I'm sitting here in front of my semi burnt toast feeling uninspired.  Not even the thick layer of butter and the creamy mush of avocado on top can disguise the fact that this is an unfulfilling start to the day.  I know without a doubt that 20 minutes after I've finished breakfast my poor old gut is going to be rumbling and the kiddo's are going to start asking if it's morning tea time yet.  I've had my doubts about a Western breakfast for quite a while now.  I've been paying attention to the less than ideal cycle it gets us into, toast or sugary cereal  leads to sudden rise in blood sugar levels, leads to crash, leads to unhealthy snacking all day etc etc. Rather than feeling comfortably full and satisfied we just always have our noses in the pantry.

On the whole we're a pretty healthy bunch.  The majority of our fruit and vegetables come either from our vege garden or from our amazing vege guy at the local Sunday market, we use spelt flours, keep away from processed foods and try to make sure that most other foods we consume are organic.  Yet Ayana and I both suffer from regular bouts of candida, we all have a grumbling gut and we're always living with brain fog.  So we thought we might embark on a fun little experiment.  We've decided to begin the day with miso soups and grilled fish like in Japan, dahl curries from India, Moroccan fried eggs, Irish boxty pancakes, Peruvian noodle soups, and whatever else takes our fancy.  Obviously this will take some meal planning and may not be possible on days when we have to be out of the house at 830am but I'd like to try it at least a couple of times a week.

Nic gifted me Little Tables last year which is full of inspiring recipes and the most beautiful images so that's where we're planning to begin our breakfast journey. 

Well as predicted in the time it has taken me to write this little post my stomach has decided it could really do with some morning tea so I'm off to snoop around in the fridge for dinner leftovers.
xx

Monday, 18 July 2016

WINTER GARDEN


Funny I woke up this morning (545am... thank you Nico!) with an incredible urge to throw together a blog post. 
How this past year has flown by!  It's like we blinked and suddenly we're counting down the last weeks of winter again, our sweet newborn is nearly a rambunctious toddler and our little Ayana is a kindergartner who dresses herself and demands tutu's at all hours of the morning.  For us the first year of babyhood seems to be pure sleep deprived survival and everything else gets pushed aside.  Of course it's a case of accepting it, knowing it'll pass and trying to be kind to ourselves in the process but it's not always easy.  One of the last things to get our attention during this time is our garden.  In fact that's an understatement, our garden has been horribly, horribly neglected... again!  We managed to pull back enough weeds in early winter to throw a few plants in the ground but they're looking very sad and I suspect only the strongest will survive.  Although we like to pretend, Nic and I aren't exactly green fingered.  Sure we like the idea of being self sustainable and growing our own food but the truth is we enjoy our weekly trip to the Sunday farmers market even more (especially when it includes a coffee date and a play at the beach afterwards).  As for the chickens, well the wee chicks we adopted just before Ayana was born provided us with the eggs we needed, retired and then eventually passed away.  My mum (who lives next door) recently got some new ones and it has been a relief to have somebody to feed our compost scraps to again (throwing them in the bin felt very strange and wow I had no idea how fast that fills up your rubbish bag!).  Plus while they're laying well we benefit from a bounty of fresh eggs. 
Gosh well this has been a rambling first post, it feels a lot like when you catch up with a long lost friend and although there should be a lot to talk about there are some awkward silences in the initial conversation! Sharing our personal lives on the internet has always made me feel a little uncomfortable, but then again having these times documented and being able to look through the years is so beautiful.  So we'll see how we go and what path this dear blog of mine is going to take.  Either way it's nice to be back. xx

Friday, 6 November 2015

NEW LIFE

The last time I wrote a post here Autumn was just beginning to turn into winter, the leaves had changed colour and my belly was expanding.  As I sit here now six months later, nature is exploding with colour and life again, I have a sweet, chubby little babe at my breast and am adjusting to life as a mother of two (well three if you include the puppy that has also joined our family).

After weeks of being told she would come early, little Miss Nico Amelie arrived exactly on her due date.  She was born at home in our bed after what I can only describe as a pretty fast and easy labour/ birth (well you know, as 'easy' as you can call labour). From the moment she was born I had this overwhelming sense of feeling complete, and that our little family felt complete.  What ever happens in life now I've got my little crew. This has really had me thinking over the past couple of months and put some pretty major things into perspective... which I'm going to share in the next post!  I just really wanted to touch base after such a long break.
xx

Wednesday, 13 May 2015

BACK ON TRACK

There has been something very different about this pregnancy.  Right from the beginning I have been plagued with incredible fatigue, unlike anything I experienced with Ayana.  Everyday feels like I'm just living for the next chance to lay my head on the pillow and get carried off into a deep slumber, only to wake up feeling no less refreshed.  I've been cranky, emotional and altogether not much fun to be around.  Something just hasn't felt right.  So my midwife finally sent me off to get my bloods checked again, only to determine that my B12 had dropped to extremely low levels.  After a slight panic attack (thanks for nothing Dr Google) I went to visit my own doctor and had the first of three B12 shots.  It's only been a couple of days but already I can feel some life flowing back into me.  I still have a little while to go but what a relief it is to be functioning like a semi normal person again.

Anyway I really do miss this blog and hope I can start writing here more often again (or you know, for the next 3 months before the little one arrives and I'm probably too exhausted again!).  And also my apologise to everybody who hasn't recieved email replies etc from me lately, I'm starting to work through the list!
xx
P.S That last photo is of the cow charging down the hill to greet me.  Believe me you've never seen a pregnant lady jump a fence so fast!

Thursday, 30 April 2015

RAGLAN (A MID-WEEK GETAWAY)

When I was young I used to love getting lost in the world of Enid Blyton books, particularly the ones where children run away to join the circus.  I would lay in bed at night pretending I was snuggled up in my old wooden caravan while outside the circus folk were cooking sausages over a crackling fire and playing the guitar.  Somehow that dream has never really left me! 

The minute we unlocked the creaky old door to our overnight train I knew at least part of my fantasy was coming true!  I had actually been wanting to stay at Solscape in Raglan for years now because they have these amazing tipi's in the bush.  As fate would have it though they were going to prove much too cold to sleep in at this time of year so I reluctantly checked out their other accommodation option... earth domes, cabooses,  eco baches and *gasp* a 17 metre long original train carriage!!  SOLD!  We spent a cosy evening inside cooking up a feast while outside the wind howled and the rain pelted at the windows, even the lighting and thunder that woke us in the night somehow only added to the magic.

Raglan itself is a pretty stunning place.  It's a small town about two hours out of Auckland that is nestled in between a rugged coastline and a huge harbour.  From all accounts there are two reasons why people move here, to surf and/ or to do yoga!  All the locals know each other and life moves at it's own pace.  It's safe to say that we fell in love with this little place almost instantly.  We'll also definitely be coming back to Solscape over summer to try out the tipi's.
x

Sunday, 26 April 2015

LIBRARY POINT

This morning a very chirpy toddler and two rather tired parents sat down to a pancake breakfast and tried to decide what to do with their sunny, Sunday morning.  We finally settled on an old favourite that we haven't visited for well over a year (I'm pretty sure Ayana was still in the back pack last time we went).  In order to get to Library Point you have to head further out into the country until you see the large and completely intimidating high security prison sprawled out before you.  The important part is to turn a sharp left and head down a small, uneven road just before you hit the prison gates!  Suddenly you find yourself at the entrance of a large reserve (complete with a dog park and horse/ bike trails).  The walking track eventually leads you to a completely magical spot at the very end of the point where the tidal waters quickly turn from murky brown to a radiant blue (when the weather is right). It was here that the first settlers established a mobile library system for those living in these remote regions.  Once a month somebody would row down the river in a small boat laden with books, and lucky locals could collect some fresh reading material.  You could only imagine what a treasure it would be to have a book to get lost in when you're otherwise living in total isolation!  Anyway, nice history aside, this particular spot is just so tranquil that it's a great place to come a re-energise.  I definitely plan to visit more often again!