The healing place …

Along a dusty road, past many twists and turns, there is a place with no phones.

And no computers.

Some thought they were a little crazy to buy it.

But then they visited.

And they too fell under its spell …

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What there is – in great supply – is time, too rare a commodity thesedays.

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Three little huts, built with love – and this past weekend filled with friends – cling to a hidden hillside and look down the barrel of the Clyde.

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It really is a piece of paradise.

A healing place for a family that had been to hell and back. In the process of buying it, someone tried to gazump them, but the elderly owner said no, this family needs this place.

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He must have been a wise old soul.

I would cue the frogs if I could and lend you the slap of oars on water, but all I can offer is some fading light this evening. More to come, I promise…

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You just need to be a little bit patient with me 😉

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    One wish …

    They made their way to the river, amidst a potpourri of pink blossoms and freshly cut grass.

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    “I can give you one wish,” he said. “It’s the only wish I have.”

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    She thought for a moment and in the quietest of whispers said “I’ve heard that there is a secret party down by the river with tiny, crystal chandeliers and strings of fairy lights…

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    There’s wild fennel … and river mist

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    But you have to look very closely and you have to step very carefully …”

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    He looked at her and shook his head.

    And smiled.

    And whispered back …

    “Follow me.”

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      #bestyearever

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      I went to the bedroom window this morning and opened the curtains and looked out on the street scene that I have looked out on most mornings for the past 22 years. It’s not an ugly street scene. It’s quite beautiful really. But it’s the same street scene.

      It’s a drippy grey day. The colours are soft. The rusty ochres of the roofs across the road are greyed and dull. There is a For Sale sign opposite. We have seen that house sell three times now.

      I turned 55 today and this milestone has smarted a bit more than others before it. Perhaps because 60 has suddenly appeared on the horizon, my horizon, not someone else’s and I’m damned if I know how it happened.

      I’ve been a bit glum.

      And a bit tired.

      And a bit pissed off with the world of late.

      A friend rang yesterday and said “I always get your birthday mixed up. Is it the 26th or the 28th.” I said “It’s the 29th but that’s ok, the family struggle with it too.” But I woke this morning to a text from Madz in NY and a note lying outside our bedroom door from Darce. It’s amazing how a few thoughtful words can turn your head around.

      I went on to have a poignant conversation with my friend about relationships. We might all wish for a long relationship but they can be hard at times. That’s not a swipe at Steve. If it was, it could just as easily be a swipe at me. No, it’s just a truth, that when you’re in a relationship for a very long time be it as a wife, husband, lover, mother, father, sister, brother, child …  it can start to feel like it’s not worth opening the window curtains because you know exactly what’s on the other side.

      But my friend, whose marriage has stumbled, reminded me how nice it is to wake up with someone next to you, reminded me of all the little things we might take for granted. And how much you miss them … him … her … when they’re not there.

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      Steve and I talked last night. Not just about daily events and work and all the usual dross. We were standing at the kitchen bench looking through the windows at a backyard covered in lawn daisies. When we first bought the house there was a rectangle of corn in the centre of the garden with numerous dope plants flourishing within. “Do they come with it?” we asked. They didn’t.

      We were thinking back to that moment, laughing and musing about everything that’s transpired over the however many years since.

      We were talking about the future and what we really want from it, even if there’s not quite so much of it as there used to be.

      Some of us may open our window curtains and look out on the streets of Paris or Rome or a turquoise coastline. Some of us may open our window curtains and look out on an ugly scene in an ugly suburb. Some of us may not have window curtains to open at all.

      To be honest, I don’t think it matters where you are, I think at times, we all just dream of something different. Something that’s not the same.

      I have another friend who follows the American celebrity astrologer, Susan Miller. “Well I don’t exactly follow her, but I do poke my head in once a month to see what she has to say.” She follows her haha.

      She told me on the weekend that according to Susan Miller, Librans the world over, are about to experience their best year ever and it started last weekend. Steve’s a Libran. I’m a Libran. My friend is a Libran.

      I think I might start not following Susan Miller too.

      One of my nieces gave birth to a little girl today.

      She already has a daughter Elizabeth.

      I suggested it might be nice to have a Margaret. I mean, what are the chances!

      They went with Abigail Rose.

      I was gutted haha.

      Welcome little one.

      Welcome to this crazy, long ride that we all call life. I wonder what it has in store for you.

      Sometimes you might not realise when someone’s running on empty. Everyone’s tank needs a little topping up now and then. Look around. Take notice.

      I have yet another friend who makes a point of sending someone a handwritten note every day. I’m serious. Every day. And every so often, maybe a couple of times a year, I’m the recipient of one. It’s the simplest of gestures. It’s the loveliest of gestures. One arrived in the mail yesterday.

      So 24 hours later, for all sorts of reasons, I don’t feel quite so glum.

      Or quite so tired.

      Or quite so pissed off with the world.

      Little gestures. Little surprises. On the floor outside a bedroom door. Tucked under a pillow. Hidden in a lunchbox. Covered in lawn daisies.

      #bestyearever?

      Let’s pull back the curtains and see.

      We’re going to give it a bloody good crack. xx

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