Freyja “(the) Lady” is a goddess connected with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and magic for seeing and influencing the future. Freyja rides a chariot pulled by two cats…
And she is the reason for being a little preoccupied elsewhere.
Sorry for being temporarily slack
But I’ve stumbled across something slim and black
Yes someone I’ve been having all sorts of chats
And this is for those lovers of magical cats
We named her after the main character in our Book Two
She one day appeared just ‘out of the blue’
Her name is Freyja and she popped in from the wild
Very tiny and innocent just like a child
Her coat shiny and black and white
Camouflages well in the dead of the night
When she heads outdoors to investigate
Later heading home in such a state
Cobwebs covering every inch of her face
She’s a little wary of the human race
Which is understandable as dumped in the past
But now she’s found a safe haven, yes at last
Everyone needs to find a retreat, a hideaway
Some place you connect with and wanna stay
Freyja and humans are the same in that similar way
Pining for somewhere to come home to at the end of the day
Fascinated by ship wrecks and stories of the sea? How do these ships end up where they do? What becomes of shipwrecks? As a child did you used to explore the seaside? And intrigued by what you found. In the North Island on the edge of the Kāpiti Coast we used to pretend we were Rose and Jack from ‘Titanic’ and stand on the bow of a local shipwreck and dream of faraway lands.
Ships and shipwrecks have always been a point of fascination
I cannot find a valid explanation
Learning about the history of ships that sail no more
The majority of them swept up on rocks or ashore
Like the ‘Wahine’ on April 10, 1968
Can you remember that fateful date?
In Wellington harbour she finished her days
In the early hours near Seatoun, along the bays
Then there was the ‘Hydrabad’ on her way from Adelaide
Becoming a victim of a shipwreck raid
This sailing ship on a stormy voyage
With a couple of crew, wives and civies on this passage
On her way to a destination
But nature had her intervention
Heading up the Kāpiti Coast
With Captain Homewood playing host
The strong winds pushed her in
The poor ship out of control, on a spin
Landing on a sandy bank
The hull hitting the sandbar with a clank
They tried to refloat her, they gave it a crack
To get the sailing ship back on track
But alas the winds were far too strong
The weather conditions for sailing were completely wrong
She had now beached herself too close to shore
Her days at sea were no more
All the escapades of refloating her taken in by local folk
Anything of value, the vandals went for broke
Today over a century later there she lays
Buried beneath the sand where no one plays
But back in the days as a child
I played on her, running wild
Climbing over her broken mast
Happy memories of the past
Standing up the front with arms out wide
Down in the ships cabin we would play and hide
Walking along the old beams from starboard
Then 1, 2, 3 jump, now over board
She used to protrude high out of the sand
For miles down the beach, you could see her stand
That was the days before Health and Safety came into play
When you could run havoc, night and day
Childhood memories of being shipwrecked out at sea
Adventures and innocent fun and home by tea
Make sure you hold onto those memories and relive those days
Happy times playing at the beach and around the bays
We may be in Lockdown but there is always a silver lining to everything challenging that appears to test us. And here amongst the storms (political and climatic) we get to take a closer look at the change in seasons during the early days of Spring. Look what sprung up! Check out these cool things that have been popping up since the 1st of September Down Under.
The first of September has raised her head
With plenty of flowers, pink, mauve and also red
Daffodils now have been and gone
But between the storms the sun has shone
Orchids and tulips, yellow and pink
Macadamia nuts? That’s what we think
Heaps of birds on the scrounge
I can hear their chorus from the lounge
Like the fantail who darts with you from A to B
The cutest and cheekiest bird you will ever see
The doves and waxeye love dining out on grapefruit
Ever been fascinated by kicking back and letting someone else do the driving, take charge of the itinerary? Then a luxurious train journey across New Zealand or into work is the way to go. These two trains do the North Island, it will take you from Auckland to the capital city, all in a day or to work …
Sven our main character in ‘Sharks with Lipstick’ she is obsessed by train journeys, here is a pic of the one she takes each day into work, it is has it’s very own buffet car come bar.
Auckland, New Zealand is back in Lockdown (three days at this stage) and the rest of New Zealand/Aotearoa has some restrictions – but there is a silver lining to another 21st century event – Mother Nature…
No time to muck around
Auckland is back in ‘LOCKDOWN’
We’re tucked away in our nature retreat
In solitude, writing and feeling sweet
The Hibiscus, in full bloom after a day of water falling from the sky
Got our supplies and living ‘off the land’
Dancing to the drummer – in our own band
Plenty of onions, herbs and silver beet
Blueberries, bananas and oranges oh so sweet
A small gift from Papatuanuku (Mother Nature) – Gaia
The water tanks are almost full!
Thanks to the torrential rain, oh so cool
Fruit trees and flowers have quenched their thirst
The tanks in the summer are FULL, it’s a first!
Solar panels, have kept our water hot
I tell you self-sufficient ‘on this small lot’
Bananas straight off the vine – we are sharing with the local bird menagerie though as you can see 🙂
Like another great song from back in the day titled ‘What the world needs now is love‘ and it goes something like this…
What the world needs now is love, sweet love It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of What the world needs now is love, sweet love, No not just for some but for everyone …
You get my drift? Yes love, connection, REAL FRIENDSHIP is what we all need more now than ever, so check out one of our main character’s many poems that almost made it into Scorpions in Stilettos. Clara aka Flat White is furiously writing down all her emotions, and triggers in a journal (by way of poetry) for her shrink. This one is about Friendship.
A true friend can see through all pretence
They’ll come to your rescue and defence
They know your dreams and every goal
They’ll help you dig your way out of that hole
What’s inside Flat White’s HUGE bag? Her trusty journal among other ‘bits and bobs’
They’re the best ones for those real live chats
And equally for the tiffs and those nasty spats
Sometimes you will grow away or move away
But best mates like Clara, Freya and Sven are here to stay
Flat White’s bus stop, part of her daily commute to and from work
These three gals have been around through stormy weather
They are tight and best friends that’s forever
Sharing the same values, ethics and morals
Not the type to sit around on their laurels
Unconditional love
Always living action-packed lives and on the run
Within all corners of their life having fun
Check out Sharks with Lipstick
Watch out for Sven what makes her tick?
From left to right, Sven, then Freya and last but not least Flat White (Clara)
Then book two Snakes in Suits
Freya having a makeover new clothes check out those boots
Scorpions in Stilettos is the finale
Watch Clara and her mum get real or gnarly
Friendship and connection are the medicine for today
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