Suddenly Strange(ly) missing the Rungas

1:19pm on a Saturday………. I woke up late at 8am and lay in bed till 9:30 with a song in my head, a smile and some gladness in my heart. I had no care in the world and did not miss my newspaper or the internet.

Its hard to go through a dark tunnel and then accept the light. Im not in denial anymore though. I live for the day and that brings out the best in me. All the cliches about not being able to control one’s life is all good… however, one must make sure one is working hard to break bread and living independent of others’ sweat and that is OK to want. Its also OK to want that, as it is OK to want to live a little irresponsibly, no judgement. Hardwork is overrated too…… this is not the Animal Farm.. right?

Today, I miss New Zealand. I miss the soulful quietness of people. Its not all about talk, talk, talk, more talk, talk, talk.. Ive met some asinine creatures in the last three weeks and they are all about the TALK and Im so glad I am me I know its been an age since Ive felt good about myself but, it takes a bit of the good and the bad to see and believe and appreciate and fall for………. New Zealand is my favourite country……. coming back to which, when I was in North Carolina, tooling around, I used to teach kids who belonged to familes of domestic abuse victims… we used to read a book called “The Very Quiet Cricket” to the kids. It was an amazing story and new zealand is a quiet cricket. Very very quiet or very very loud when the wind blows from yonder.

Today’s blog can be summarized mostly in the words of the beautiful and talented Bic Runga… one of the greatest artists that lives!

To the many new paths I find I am surrounded with and the happiness that simmers like mist, there and gone, Id sing:

Sway my way, dont come and go, like you do!

To my old doubts and critics and all the villains in my life, Id sing:

And just so you know
This secret part of me never showed
And when you run around like you don’t care
I’m suddenly aware
I know its time

To my running shoes and the blue blue water (as my alter-ego is a water buffalo, no place Id rather be than in the water on a hot hot day), Id sing:

We could sit in the sun
Let the days all roll into one
How could you take so long to decide?
How would you know until you tried?

To all the trails I didnt run in when I was too busy working, Id sing:

Wring out my guilt and hang it on the line
Its been raining all week, it won’t get a chance to dry
I’ve been looking round the pantry for a box of sorries
I’m all run out

Ill tell you about Bic’s sister Boh, another day! She inspires a lot of things too…………. I miss New Zealand! Did I already say that?