Easy Chair


Presented for your viewing pleasure: one well-used blue leatherette and fake suede easy chair in a corner of my Thursday workplace, draped with a marvellously technicolor crochet rug, with a hot pink stuffed toy as an armrest accoutrement. Beautiful!

It invites a damn good sit down. A quiet nap perhaps.

Nothing wrong with a bit of comfort.

Getting too comfortable is another thing altogether.

It doesn’t pay to regret the past – it is what it is, and not a lot to be done about it – but I can definitely think of times when I got way too comfortable in certain life situations, overstayed in one place or missed other opportunities that were begging. Even finding some strange comfort in the known surrounds of adverse and damaging circumstances, when the sensible thing to do would have been to run (not walk) away!

I’m not advocating a bed of nails instead of an easy chair in your corner – no one likes a masochist (sadists aside) -but just to seek that challenging edge that will ignite your soul and mind.

As they say, you snooze, you lose!


Stare Of Taikehu


Another fearsome pou ,this time depicting  Taikehu, an ancestral figure of Auckland Maori.

See his companion piece here in my previous post: Gaze Of Hoturoa

It is the constant remembrance of tipuna (ancestors)by Maori that I admire greatly.

Western thinking  is so much in the now, and while that can be a good thing, we should not forget the sacrifice and leadership of those who have gone before. They connect and ground us to our physical and metaphysical place in the world, and they inspire our futures.

The Widening Gyre


 “Turning and turning in the widening gyre

  The falcon cannot hear the falconer

  Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold…”

                        – W.B.Yeats ,excerpt from ‘The Second Coming’

These often quoted lines of poetry are mesmerising and terrifying to me , and the whole work is said to be prophetical and allegorical.

I’ll leave the latter for the scholars of literature to debate.

But the words have spoken to me deeply and personally of a time when my centre could no longer hold.

Things fell apart.

I was a lost falcon without direction.

Forces were beyond my  control.



As shockingly vivid as the hues and shapes of this picture, but thankfully in the past.

All I can say, if you’re in the eye of a chaotic hurricane , is that ” this too, shall pass.”