Blogging is a Moving Meditation.

BLOGGING as a MOVING MEDITATION: Liminality's thin passage untangles as it weaves, fits in the ineffable nooks and crannies of my heart's prayer wall, like the cracks in pavement, mile markers on the road, windblown whimsical napkin poems written in eyeliner.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

MORE ON THE WEATHER................................

Living in a micro climate in Montueka NZ lends itself to all sorts of contrasts. My face and arms are tan but my legs are pasty white. I wear icebreaker merino wool leggings and a T-shirt. I can be hot and cold at the same time and its not menopause. I usually start my morning with one pair of thin thermals, layered with a thicker pair of icebreaker thermals, followed by REI fuzzy pants, T-shirt, 3/4 sleeve merino icebreaker shirt and an REI warm fuzzy top. All of which is needed to not shiver & chatter whilst heading to the showers! Mornings are about 40 degrees Fahrenheit and rises to about 65. If you sit directly in the sun you will promptly burn within 15 min as the ozone is thinner here than anywhere else on the planet and apparently there is a crack in it as well; that the US somehow caused. (If you are prone to the prophetic spidie sense; it does wonders for your dream life.) So stark contrast is the norm with a victrol if landscape in visceral reaction .

Once the sun goes down, which is quite early, the brisker cold is back as the temperature dives quickly. If the day has been cloudy, temps stay in the 50's but if it was clear then there is no white billowy blanket to keep in the generated heat and the temps drop drastically. It's been down into the 30's and I'm grateful that Andrew attached the German little furnace... Warm and dry is the goal and according to Debbie we are closer to that than ever before.
This vehicle has been to over 30 countries in the last 4 years, but they have been in mostly warm weather; so new challenges await.

So why all the talk about weather.? Being in a small space makes you appreciate the outdoors more.... Living in Austin has its merits but the purgatorial heat does cause one to hide from the glare of the Texas. Oh, internal weather is stormy and my body is hurting a lot!

Thinking about friends and family and wishing they could be a part of this rather than apart of this. Caught a glimpse of a person that looked so much like my friend Shannon in England that I almost called out her name!!!! Thinking of friends in Austin, NYC, Jersey and basically across the globe. Listening to Neil McSweeny in head phones tying to type between swatting horse flies away whilst watching the horses jump. Gorgeous black one with white socks is putting the others to shame; though the chestnut one is challenging for center stage. The back drop of the mountains and red parachutes dropping like lollies from some sky candy factory is more than entertaining!
So the night changes and we are having very fresh local sea mussels, Artisian bread and some amazing local wine; all on clearance and 1/4 of the fraction!!!! I'm thinking that "here is a gift... SO, how many have I missed???
It might be acceptable to tak about the weather, but do you really want to know my inside weather?

The wet stuff under my eyes isn't allergies.

All those emotions just remind me that we are clay. Perhaps it's G-d's tears on dust.






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