Welcome 2015: The wildflowers are out – it must be summer.
And this morning snow on Mt Ida. This must be Central Otago, the Ida Valley, where it can snow in summer and reach 40 degrees C the next week.
I didn’t stay up till midnight to see the New Year in and instead woke early in the cool to go for a long bike ride, joining up along the way with poet Brian Turner and visiting chief reporter Phil Taylor.
There’s something about riding hard, the heart thumping, and all the hills and grasses close by, that compensates for long hours tense in front of a computer screen. Ah, the solitary life of a writer.
“One has to take a somewhat bold and dangerous line with this existence,” Friedrich Nietzsche wrote, “especially as, whatever happens, we are bound to lose it.”
Words I want to keep in mind this year, in regards to writing: finish my memoir of building the strawbale house!
Finish my 2/3 written novel that’s been sitting untouched for two years!
To building: lime plaster the outside of the house this summer, make more mud!
To cycling: go harder and faster and for longer.
To life in general: to keep taking a bold and dangerous line, which might mean a close scrutiny of my thoughts and choices.
And for us all I wish the same: the awareness of the brevity and the preciousness of what we have here – our lives, and our beautiful earth, and to treat both with the respect and awe they deserve.