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Spaghetti Junction

Once, the road I followed was so sure
a lovely lane I walked in awe
with wild flowers waving from the wayside
and falling leaves upon the wind to ride

Now, it seems I've strayed so far
my feet set upon the streets of tar
to find myself in Spaghetti Junction
the beating heart of a city's dysfunction

Cars flow by, a river of colours around me
the endless torrent of the perpetually busy
fighting to walk against the throngs
a million choices, rights or wrongs

Lights cradled in a sky of crystal darkness
so many stars, each a dream in fluoresce
asking which of the many exits do I take?
of which dream do I reality make?

Seasons and Dreams

Every life a journey
Every soul a wanderer
each met by Autumn
beautifully adorned
rich shades of red and gold
her dancing leaves an invitation
impossible to ignore
to join in the dance
your hand she deceptively takes
and your dreams she stole
her leaves soon to drift away
on Winter's cold winds
leaving you, entranced,
in the cold darkness of Winter.

Winter, too, has her charm
though effort it may take to see
the beauty of cold harsh reality
Autumn stole your hope,
while Winter gave you rains
the tears you could not cry
in farewell of Autumn's glory
only desolation left
cold, bleak and dark,
skeletons standing starkly
cloaked in soft snow
braving the icey winds
of hopelessness and despair
fragile delicate beauty.

Your heart, empty in your frozen soul
a seed, dormant in the frozen earth
until Spring found you
her gentle embrace, reaching out
with warm fingers of light
a word, a smile
liquid birdsong
to stir new life into your heart
a new dream is born
a new shoot emerging
leaves to dance in the sun
new fern fronds to unfurl
bring new dreams of hope
in the beauty of life itself.

Spring at the farm







Tiggy enjoying the sunshine
















Kereru, otherwise known as our native wood pigeon, in the kowhai tree in the front garden. They are an endangered species, but there is no shortage of them at the farm. At times they almost border on pest status at the farm, as they eat all the leaves of the trees that mom grows for winter fodder for the sheep.







This is August, a lamb that is being bottlefed after he was abandoned by his mother. He is my favourite out of the two pets from this year. He likes to slobber on my chin when I give him hugs, which is cute, but feels gross at the same time. lol.















This one is May, the other pet for this year. Her mother died soon after giving birth to her.

















Skeets, my Dad's cat that went to live with Mom on the farm when he moved back to the US. Dad didn't think she'd be that keen on country life, but she seems to be adapting very well. She likes to climb the apple tree by the patio and climb onto the roof, she likes to sleep in the hayshed and she eyeballs those pigeons like they'd make the best dinner ever! However, I think they are a bit large for her hunting capacities. wink




Midnight. She was one the triplets we bottle fed in 2000, after their mom died. That makes her an old girl now. But all three of the triplets are still alive and doing well. Here she is, thinking I'm going to give her something good to eat. Lol, she still recognises the bottle too, but will try to eat it rather than suck.



One very cute Milo. I found her in the paddock one day, very weak. She had a twin that was already dead. We took her home to give her some TLC for a few days. She eventually got the hang of sucking. And after discovering she had arthritis, with a little help she learnt to walk. She still only walks on three legs (at the time I came back to chch). Once she started to recover we put her back in the paddock with her mother. This is her the day she went back to her mother. After a couple of days of being back with mom though, she isn't friendly anymore. And she can run fast enough on three legs to avoid being caught by me!







Bob, Midnight's triplet brother.

















No one in particular, but I thought it was a cute photo.







A possum trying to steal our chainsaw?! I was walking past the back door one evening and noticed the garage light had been left on. So I looked out window, and there was this possum poised on the chainsaw! They are a nocturnal Aussie import, that are major pests in NZ despite being endangered in Australia. They pose a big threat to some native trees such as rata, and predate upon bird eggs as well. They also like to raid people's fruit trees. In some places they will pay you for every possum pelt you bring in. One hotel on the West Coast even sells possum pie, which has many aussies up in arms.








May and August














The last one, Lake Rotoiti, about 45min drive from the farm. This is the main gateway into the Nelson Lakes National Park, which provides some good tramping, outdoor pursuits on the water and is home to the Rotoiti Nature Recovery Project and Mainland Island. The focus of this conservation effort is on restoring the honeydew cycle. They also have a kaka programme and recently reintroduced kiwi to the area. The last day I was up there, the weather was perfect and we decided to go for a day tramp up to Parachute Rocks, which is on the ridge that runs up the left hand side of lake (out of view in this picture).

I'll upload more photos into an album smile

The Observer

An observer
Passing through a land
cloaked in winter's icey grip
trees crisp in frozen beauty
a land deserted
clothed in ghostly gray
where nothing should roam
as the still silence
cries impending doom

For all of you welcoming the spring...

Some autumn leaves from around campus...






















































































































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Nigeria Update #6 - Mambilla Cultural Dance, and other stuff.

Well, first of all about the Mambilla Cultural Dance. yes It was a lot of fun. From what people had been saying I had thought it was like some sort of show, because it tours around the Mambilla Plateau and today was the turn of Yelwa village (which is the closest village to where I am staying). I had nothing better to do this afternoon, so I thought I'd go check it out. Turns out it was a full fledged village dance rather than a show yikes. And being the only white person there, I was pretty much swamped upon arrival by people wanting me to join in the dancing. It was in commemoration of some Chief from Gembu who became cheif/did something/died in 1961. (I missed the reason why 1961 was important, but something along those lines). Anyways I got dragged into dancing with all the other village folk. Everyone was dancing, men, women and children. Lol. Normally I'm not really a dancing type. So it was wierd at first, but after awhile I got into it and it was cool. Some guy smelling strongly of alcohol befriended me and kept dancing with me. Somehow I got into the middle of the crowd of people, so it was impossible to get away from him, which I badly wanted to do, more because he stank than because he was being dodgy or drunk or anything. After awhile the dance moved from the market place to another area, and I managed to lose him. I was considering going to back to the station at this point, but then there was this woman who wanted to dance with me. So I did. It was more fun with her. lol. And atleast she spoke some english. The drunk guy was talking to me constantly, but I don't have a clue of what he was saying. Anyway, I have no idea who this lady is, or even her name. But she seemed like a nice sort. Lol. She gave me her necklace to wear while we were dancing. Everyone seemed to be wearing them, so they probably had some significance, even though I don't know what that is. It was treads of woven dry pink coloured grass. Then there were these guys dressed in some sort of tribal costume - with bits of grass and feathers and things hanging off them. One of these guys had this horn too. The dance had two drummers with big drums in the middle and everyone else danced around them. Lots of people had shakers too, most of them made from old food tins, but decorated with bits of all sorts of stuff. Some had feathers on the ends, some pieces of string, some just had patterns scraped into the sides. There were a couple of more traditional looking shakers - they looked kinda like gourds filled with something, with the narrower part forming the handle. There were also some people with puffy head dresses made of feathers. Anyway, the two guys with alsorts of bits hanging off them kept following this woman and me around. There was another guy who had a bunch of grass and was handing out stalks of grass to people, including me. And the two tribal guys kept dancing wildly around us and waving bits of grass above our heads. Once again, it probably has some significance, but sadly I don't know what. But it was fun, and very interesting to see. I was too busy dancing to get any photos, sad but one of the field assistants I think got some, so when I see him next, I'll see if I can get some off him. About 5:40pm my field assistant saw me, and was concerned because he thought it was too late for me to be in the village. I didn't realise it was that late, and he said I should be back at the field station by 6pm, which is when it gets dark. He said it was Ok if there were two of us, but it wasn't safe for me to stay after dark by myself. I didn't catch why not, but I took his word for it. But the field station is a 40min walk from the village. So he got a motorbike off someone and took me half way back on that. My mom would freak if she knew I was riding on a motorbike in t-shirt and jandels, and no helmet yikes . But its how everyone rides them over here. Lol. Anyway, I got back just on 6pm. Its a pity I couldn't stay longer though, I was really enjoying it. smile

Other news: It has been really quiet here the past few days. Everyone except Andrew and myself went to Lagos. (We still had work to do so couldn't go, plus we were here for less time than the others). The two who are coming back here after the Lagos trip should get here late next week. When they get back we want to go see some caves which are at a place called Cumie Danko (which is several hours walk from here). I have a week left here (so we see the caves the day before we leave). I still have a fair bit of work to get done before I leave, but I should get through it. We are catching a ride with a guy from Gombe, back to Gombe. But he leaves here a couple of days before we have to leave, so we have a couple of days to kill on the trip back to Abuja. We were thinking of maybe going and having a look around Yan Kari Wildlife Reserve. Apparently, its pretty good, but from what Andrew could find on the internet, its also a bit expensive. So we will see. I would like to go though, it would be neat to see some of the more traditional African wildlife. smile And then its several days of flying to arrive back home on the 25th. I am looking forward to getting home, but I also don't want to leave either. I can't wait to see my friends back home, and eat normal food again and have indoor plumbing. But I like it here, out in the middle of nowhere too. The simple life. Lol. smile

Without Wings

Getting restless
walking out the miles underfoot
longing to feel
the soft breath of wind
beneath invisibible wings
a soul made to fly
condemned to solid ground
a butterfly without wings.

Path to Freedom

short cropped tussock
dusty dry paths of red
many feet of cattle trod
grilled to rock
under centuries of merciless sun
I walk the path to freedom
an azure blue sky
sinking slowly into haze
follows me with its
late afternoon rays of light
until standing on the horizon
the earth's gentle breath
embracing me
in the lightest of hugs
a world unfurls before me
in the valley below

the cattle herder
staff in hand
leading his herd
back up the valley
to night-time pastures
closer to home
the round herder's hut
inside a fence of sticks
made from the same red earth
he treads each day
past fingers of forest
edged by wildflower medows
where monkeys dance
and raucous birds
sing their chorus
the orange daiker
fleeing through long grass

a boy wanders around the hill
his daily journey
home to the village
dusty jandels slapping
at his heels
a dirty sack of cassava
riding upon his head
his feet knowing the earth
the path they tread
now glowing softly
as the red circle sun
sets into the haze
the sky darkens
a plethorus of siblings
eleven in all
run to greet him
a mosaic of colour
chatter drifiting into the night
as he enters
the single crumbling
mud brick room
his family calls home

an admiration
for the people of this land
their simple life
etched out of the dusty earth

Lessons from an Ant



The other day just as I was leaving the fieldstation to go monkey watching, I saw this miniture spectacle unfold on the pavement out the front of the building. A battle between a large wasp and a little ant. The ant had its jaws tightly clasped to one of the wasps antennae. The wasp was still alive, it moved its legs of its own accord, yet this little ant was dragging the wasp across the ground. I can think of several lessons (of which I'm sure everyone already knows, however, it never hurts to have a little reminder) from this situation.

The first I didn't think of myself, but my Dad mentioned it, when I told him the story. Bravery. The little ant was brave taking on a wasp much bigger than himself, and when wasps are dangerous in their own right. By being brave, I don't mean going out and taking unwieghed risks for the sake of it, but rather, having courage to face the challenges in our lives head on. To overcome our fears.

There is a saying that goes something like, “Even the smallest person can do great things.” I read it somewhere once, but I don't remember where, or who said it. This scene brought that thought to mind. It doesn't matter who we are, we all have the potentional to do great things. Things much bigger than ourselves. If this little ant can drag that wasp several metres across the concrete (and probably more, but I don't know how far), then each of us can overcome whatever obstacle it is we face. We can rise above our challenges and do great things.

Determination and perserverance. For a little ant, several metres is a long way. And although he moved slowly, he didn't give up. Instead he perserveered and dragged the wasp to his destination. He had work to do and was determined to finish it. He was determined to overcome his challenge.

An additional note, on this topic. I was reading a book recently in which the author said that 'brick walls are there so you can show how much you want something.' Don't give up when an obstacle comes your way, or when you face a challenge. If you want what is at the other end of each journey enough, then do it. And even if you don't want what is at the end that much, do it anyway, sometimes its the journey itself which is the reward.

A few photos

I posted these at CA, but I'd thought I'd stick them here too. smile









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