Honestly, Winter days

 Honestly, Winter days.

Make a bonfire

I’ve been in the thicket of my patch this week, pruning wildly.  Feeling sore muscles from an earlier boot camp session flare up.  Wearing spider webs and tree debris as I traipse from bed to my growing winter bonfire in leather boots.  My late grandfather in-laws’ old hack saw, worn in my hand takes to large branches and secateurs ride out of my tight jean pocket.  I dodge the dogs shit and low-lying branches with tree limbs and fingers of native shrub spike into my bare skin.

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winter at the beach rivals summer
Its one of the best things I’ve done these past weeks – build that bonfire with clippings. Physicality, I’ve realised is so often hidden in blankets, coats and a moody fug at this time of the year.

Frost under foot on the grass began to crunch louder.  Fierce wind in the built up natural wind barriers around our home roared and we took shelter indoors, sunlight came like warm liquid poured all over me.  Cries and laughter from my boys at home penetrated layers both rendering me happy, sometimes deeply frustrated.  Outside of home, fine winter nights with wine and deep conversation fuel an inner fire.  It is these things that I notice now.

How winter finds me in solitary moments, tries to define me bereft of something.

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Call on Spring with a show of Jonquils on the table.
 The imprint from what I do these winter days feels transparent, like the leaves yet to rebud in the orchard.  Just a trickle of devotion runs through me.  My living hums offbeat, quietly in the top corners of the coast.  These are honestly, winter days.  You can get more sad at this time of the year.  Cold.

So, how to build a bonfire to see you through to the end of winter (metaphorically speaking)?

1.  Dwell in winter.  Explore the darkest, deepest depths of it.  Notice the frost and be frightened by the twister that made a gnarly path close by your home in a rogue storm.  Be present for it. That’s all, just chill.

2.  Collect sticks that have fallen in the storm, build a thin layer over some scrunched up paper.  Thin twigs go at the bottom with a couple of thicker sticks on top and light’er up.  Fire lighter’s make life easier with damp wood, or a bit of diesel (careful)!

3.  Make friends with your beanie.  You look hot.

4.  Get familiar with your local events calendar and brave the elements.  Rock on through to Spring.

5.  Unhinge your stiff limbs.  Get them warmed up by moving them.

6.  Cuddle.

 

Winter is after all, nearly over.

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one year of blogging taught me this about social media

 LIVING BY THE BLOG

Shame on you for showing up on social media, or feeling as though you have to.  There are irks that have come with a blog- a- bit life.  Can I post or retweet ‘my kind of’ link without coming off as a narcissist?  I teeter on the edge of the comments section, grappling with the exhibition of my words.  This unduly sharing tool, sickly sweet sometimes.  Like a crap collector other days.  Gems of information and opportunity stuck in cyberspace like mud on shoes. And lots of us, bug -eyed in the screen light.

Social media is a digital wonderland of cringe-worthy moments from your past and other peoples lives.  There’s heaps of old words twittering around earth, bouncing off revolving stars.  It doesn’t matter if its pointless, right?  Embrace it.  Manage it.  Use social media as a business platform or an organisation tool, if it suits you.  Communicate with friends easily when you need it. Tweet for good cause and share loveliness BUT make it original.  Make it laughable, however shit or how- ever flippin’ fabulous you get your words out.  Blogging has got my digital perspective out of the box and keeps me tossing its value over, again in my head.  Out with the compost some days, goes better scraps.

Dip Falls, North West Tasmania. LTaylor.
Dip Falls, North West Tasmania. L Taylor

My time OUTSIDE is strongly linked to my most shareable moments blogged and written about in all realms.  The island Tasmania, I call home is like a never ending paddock of fodder for my well-being and creativity.  Its really nice to have places that rumble inside you.  Somewhere you know you can go to, so that when you come back to the everyday grind you are a fresh brewed version of yourself.   I have friends who worship Cradle Mountain in Tasmania, remarking it is such a place.  The Alpine air is ENRICHED with otherworldly goodness.  Other magic places at home are just around the coastal corner, The Edge of the World and deep south, Bruny Island is bursting with so much lively activity it’s hard not to get revved up.

 

Narawampatu National Park. L Taylor 2014.
Winter sunshine like medicine at Narawampatu National Park. L Taylor 2014.

 

It’s been a year since I began Lucy’s Living Guide.  It’s a nice place to make my own word trail when I’m not OUTSIDE or attempting to tip the scale in balance of more writing, less domestic distraction.  I do words in other places too.  Like work for Tourism Tasmania, Niche Ignite and various magazines and publications.  If you need a Creative Writer, get in contact for a quote. Pass it on xx

And thanks for reading 🙂