Harlequin's Haven
Greetings May Flowers of Fun and Magic!
May is an exciting time no matter where in the world you have chosen to drop your swag (by the way that's an Australian colloquialism for suitcase or luggage). In the Southern Hemisphere it is autumn (Fall - another interpretation) and in the Northern Hemisphere it is Spring! This month is a number 5 month which constitutes, "change" and as you have already gleaned there is lots of change surrounding us. Change can take place with a move of residence, change in job and sometimes a letting go of a relationship that is not compatible. So, what does it mean for you?
For Harlequin, I am moving from my temporary residence into my new "dream home". I have to boast just a little and say that it is everything that my little wish list stated. When I am buying a home or a significant purchase I do a
May is an exciting time no matter where in the world you have chosen to drop your swag (by the way that's an Australian colloquialism for suitcase or luggage). In the Southern Hemisphere it is autumn (Fall - another interpretation) and in the Northern Hemisphere it is Spring! This month is a number 5 month which constitutes, "change" and as you have already gleaned there is lots of change surrounding us. Change can take place with a move of residence, change in job and sometimes a letting go of a relationship that is not compatible. So, what does it mean for you?
For Harlequin, I am moving from my temporary residence into my new "dream home". I have to boast just a little and say that it is everything that my little wish list stated. When I am buying a home or a significant purchase I do a
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Jar of Jems
Greetings Jemstar!
Today it rained, awesome - I am so excited! I know that may not seem such a strange phenomena however Australians seem to have their disposition tied unceremoniously to the weather. The reason for my celebratory greeting is that we are in the middle of one of the worst droughts in our history. And today it rained. I must admit it wasn't a downpour of significance but somehow it has whet our appetite for optimism that the drought might be fighting back and the cracks of sustenance are finally appearing. If I were to give this drought a metaphor I would have to liken it to the Sand Monster - you know the one out of Spider Man (Sixteen or something like that). It's not that I am a Spider Man devotee or willingly gone along to see the flick but I have seen the advertisements on the TV and thought, hmm how appropriate as a representative of our drought.
It never ceases to amaze me how we as humans are so connected to the grip of the weather. How the weather, can brighten our lives (lay a little sunshine on me baby) or cloudy days (stormy nights - misery is my friend - if you get my drift?). Of course I cannot leave out the joy and optimism I feel when I see a magnificent rainbow pledge the colours of magic across the skies. A smile immediately gushes over my face and I get a sense that life is wonderful - corny isn't it?
Emotional weather patterns are significant and yet a matter of perspective I feel. I remember when I lived in North America and the excitement of the first snowflake on my nose was like a brisk adventure into an imaginary world. People around me were shivering and rugging up but I stood there in the car park and began to swat this tiny aerial diamonds announcing, "What is this?" A friend who was standing next to me let out this raucous laugh and said, "Snow you silly Aussie!" I felt foolish - but only for a second. After that I rejoiced, "I've seen snow - woohoo how magical is that?"
During that first (serious) winter - it was serious because it was the first time I had actually worn gloves or a hat or experienced salt eat away at my car every time I stopped at the traffic lights. It was for me a time of magic and witness transformation of the landscape, the trees, the demeanour of friends and peers become crystalised in the taunting claws of winter. It was at
Today it rained, awesome - I am so excited! I know that may not seem such a strange phenomena however Australians seem to have their disposition tied unceremoniously to the weather. The reason for my celebratory greeting is that we are in the middle of one of the worst droughts in our history. And today it rained. I must admit it wasn't a downpour of significance but somehow it has whet our appetite for optimism that the drought might be fighting back and the cracks of sustenance are finally appearing. If I were to give this drought a metaphor I would have to liken it to the Sand Monster - you know the one out of Spider Man (Sixteen or something like that). It's not that I am a Spider Man devotee or willingly gone along to see the flick but I have seen the advertisements on the TV and thought, hmm how appropriate as a representative of our drought.
It never ceases to amaze me how we as humans are so connected to the grip of the weather. How the weather, can brighten our lives (lay a little sunshine on me baby) or cloudy days (stormy nights - misery is my friend - if you get my drift?). Of course I cannot leave out the joy and optimism I feel when I see a magnificent rainbow pledge the colours of magic across the skies. A smile immediately gushes over my face and I get a sense that life is wonderful - corny isn't it?
Emotional weather patterns are significant and yet a matter of perspective I feel. I remember when I lived in North America and the excitement of the first snowflake on my nose was like a brisk adventure into an imaginary world. People around me were shivering and rugging up but I stood there in the car park and began to swat this tiny aerial diamonds announcing, "What is this?" A friend who was standing next to me let out this raucous laugh and said, "Snow you silly Aussie!" I felt foolish - but only for a second. After that I rejoiced, "I've seen snow - woohoo how magical is that?"
During that first (serious) winter - it was serious because it was the first time I had actually worn gloves or a hat or experienced salt eat away at my car every time I stopped at the traffic lights. It was for me a time of magic and witness transformation of the landscape, the trees, the demeanour of friends and peers become crystalised in the taunting claws of winter. It was at
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