On this most special of weekends, I have been reading one of my favourite poets – George Herbert. And with doom, anxiety and worry permeating much of my news feed this week, I settled on this beautiful reminder of Who is actually in charge.
I have been a little envious of all those people who have managed to blog through the Christmas and New Year period. Finally today I feel like it’s time to sit down in front and write something and it’s January 11 already!
Maybe it’s something to do with our summer Christmas. We have spend most of the last few weeks down at Waihi Beach with our extended family. While there was a rather large amount of lazing round and doing nothing, the beach always seems to make it difficult to sit down and be disciplined!
We trialled some new traditions this year (well potential traditions) so our children didn’t have to juggle spending time with both us and the in-laws on Christmas Day which is getting more and more complicated each year, especially now there are grandchildren as well.
I’m very happy to report that we successfully celebrated Christmas down at the beach house with everyone on December 27. It took a lot of planning and logistics (how to fit in and feed 17 people and accomodate 5 dogs and a cat being the most pressing.
December 25 was a little odd. We decided that the four of us already at the beach would treat it as if it wasn’t Christmas yet so just had a delicious breakfast of French toast and then watched Christmas movies and read everyone else’s FB updates.
Boxing Day was when everyone started to arrive, kids, spouses, grandkids, uncles and a great grand-mother and happy chaos ensued. When everyone woke up the next morning, it definitely felt like Christmas Day. We started off with our traditional waffle breakfast which we have not been able to do with everyone for years and then spent the rest of the day opening presents until it was time to attack a Christmas feast of ham, turkey and smoked salmon. There was a mountain of presents under the tree! I have to say our family is very good at gifts. They don’t spend lots of money and don’t buy stuff that will be thrown away once Christmas is over but make or buy things that are perfect for the recipient. It was a lovely relaxing (if noisy) day and it was so nice for everyone to be able to just go to bed rather than driving home at the end of a long day. So much easier for the grandchildren as well as we just bundled them into bed as they got tired.
We even managed to get a family photo, dogs and all!
Most people stayed a few days, and one of our sons and his wife stayed to see the new year in (and we had friends arrive for that as well so the house was still quite full). We had fun letting off some fairly spectacular leftover fireworks.
And then they were all gone. Christian went up with his older siblings to spend time with them before he heads back to the UK later in January so there were just three of us. I did heave a small sigh of relief that I was no longer preparing food for the hoards.
Days for the rest of the break revolved around the weather (sun = swim, cloudy = walks and books); what to eat (very important) and scrolling through various media devices.
But now I am back and at that exciting stage of planning a fresh new year. I have a few things that I am blue-skying at the moment. I think that will be another post though!
I know that 2016 has been a troubling year in many ways but for me personally it has been a very special one. We have welcomed a new grandson and spent 9 weeks on a glorious overseas adventure. Who know what this year will bring?
So somewhat belatedly, but very sincerely, I pray that 2017 will be a great year for you all.
Sometimes you need to see or do something completely different to get yourself back to normal.
After posting just over a week ago about my yearning to go back to London and finding it hard to settle back in, I decided to spend a few days down at my favourite spot in New Zealand – Waihi Beach. Our daughter, her delightful baby and two dogs joined me. I’m going to let the photos speak for themselves.
This is my home country at its very best.
Sometimes you have one of those moments where the world is so beautiful it actually takes your breath away.
We spent the end of the Easter weekend at our family bach at Waihi Beach. People who have visited this spot know it’s one of the best kept secrets in NZ – stunning beach, a sense of being completely cut off from the bustle of the big city; but with fabulous food and coffee options and great broadband access. It’s our favourite place to be. Usually over the summer we head down as many weekends as possible but with so many things going on back in Auckland we hadn’t been there since mid-January. The teenagers over from the UK came with us to get a much-needed dose of the last of the hot weather before autumn truly sets in.
I decided to go and sit on the beach by myself for an hour or so yesterday afternoon as I knew we were heading back home today. It’s a scene and feeling I know so well – warm sand, the roar of the endless surf, the beach deserted apart from the odd person walking their dog.I planned to read a book but I ended up transfixed by the beauty before me. My book was forgotten and I just sat there and marvelled at the perfection of what was before me.
Eventually I went down to the water and stood in the waves for about half an hour,
mesmerised by the view of an ocean that was both constant and ever-changing.The feel of the water, sand and sun was a balm to my spirit and soul, a moment of unexpected joy and contentment. Just me and God’s creation.
Bit of a grey day here so experimenting with a gallery post of sunnier days at the beach, both here and abroad.