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Of knights and gardeners …

I read something last week that talked about dividing the world into two types of people … knights and gardeners. The knights apparently view the world as a cataclysmic conflict with winners and losers, with battles to be fought, and with right and wrong as the dominant drivers. Gardeners, on the other hand, have the instinct to look for ways to heal, to connect, and to grow the people they encounter.

I have a friend who’s a gardener. Actually he’s a farmer.

A farmer, who from the land’s point of view, has done everything right.

ceramic sun on ochre rendered wall

A friend whose door is always open.

shoes and thongs by the entrance door

And whose house is always full of dogs and whimsy and organised chaos.

painting of dogs frollicking

His world is about to change.

globe of the world left out in the rain with the whole southern hemisphere fallen down

There will be new dreams.

steel star

Of that I’m very, very sure.

steel moon

But as we gathered to say goodbye to the farm on the weekend, nature unleashed her anger (well that’s my take on it anyway). She whipped up the mother of all lightening storms and dumped two and a half inches of rain on the property. In its midst I made a stupid, ill-timed dash to the car to grab the camera and KA_BOOM!! the air exploded with white light and the buzz of electricity. High on a dark hill a tree exploded into flames.

the burning tree, black stump still smoking

She was angry alright.

Because she knows the world needs more gardeners.

view of the farm with lots of feed

Just as I know the world needs a different set of values.


Is that a dream in your pocket
or are you just pleased to see me?

I’ve got a dream in my pocket. A bloody big one.

But here’s what frightens me. It might not come true. And I could end up looking like an ass. Or a failure. Or just a little ridiculous. But at the risk of all that, I’m going to put it out there…

I’m braving up.

Since I started this blog I’ve had a plan to take it on the road when Darcy finishes high school.

And I’ve realised over the past few months that the place I want to take it is
The Mediterranean – every hidden corner of it.

So here’s the plan. I’m going to spend the next three years ‘virtual’ travelling my way around the Mediterranean via Facebook (maybe here a bit too) from Tangier, Morocco to Tarifa, Spain. I could take the ‘virtual’ ferry which would take 45 minutes but where would the fun be in that?

I’m going to research the countries, I’m going to build some little bridges along the way, I’m going to try and connect with local bloggers and hopefully build some friendships online because I know now that that is absolutely possible.

And then here’s the dream. In 2016, I’m going to do that trip for real. Paint it, photograph it, eat it, live it, share it.

So long as Steve doesn’t break his leg. Or have a head on with a sheep!  Maybe I’ll just wrap him in bubble wrap for the few months prior.

marg's hand painted map of the mediterranean

Here’s the itinerary and this is where I’m going to need your help.

I need contacts.

Local people who might be happy to contribute ideas over on the facebook page and maybe meet us for a coffee on the road and share their country and their local knowledge with us.

Morocco (Maryam, I expect a coffee!)
Syria (get your act together).  I’m pleading… Please get your act together.
Turkey (get cooking Gulsah!)
The Greek Islands
Italy (Louise & Paolo, book us in!) and Lisa at Renovating Italy – will you be still there?

Over the past couple of months I’ve been doing a lot of reading about social media and the way our world is changing, opening up, getting connected. I just finished reading Seth Godin’s book The Icarus Deception and he talks a lot about the end of the industrial age, the new connection economy and the role that artists will play in it. He articulates a lot of things that I’ve been feeling but haven’t been able to put words to over the past year or so. Five months ago I was feeling overwhelmed, a little frightened, exhausted by the never endingness of the internet and all it has to offer. Now I’m just excited. We are at a tipping point. Yes it’s fast. Yes it’s changing. Even the experts are flying by the seat of their pants. This is our here and now. Who knows what will happen in the next three years, but I’ve had this dream in my pocket for a while now. Let’s see if it flies.

Can you help me? xx

If you’re not comfortable leaving a public comment, but would like to help please email me via the Contact page.

P.S. I have no friggin’ idea how we’re going to pay for this but it doesn’t cost anything to dream right?

P.S.S. I think the project should have a name.


Duckmaloi revisited … because that’s where her story began

21 years ago we brought a little bundle home to Duckmaloi.

Steve and Marg holding newborn Maddy

Last weekend we gathered to celebrate her coming of age.

table under the trees at Duckmaloi

And here I am with happy tears streaming down my face…

table at Duckmaloi under the trees

Looking through old photo albums and reading the journal I’ve kept since she was born.

table at Duckmaloi under the trees

Thinking about all the things that are in my heart and all the things that I would wish for her. Wanting to say thank you for all the joy that she’s brought to us.

table full of family and friendskids dancing into the night

Happy birthday Madsy.

maddy and dylan

Love you to the moon and back xx

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