This morning
the rain woke me in the early hours. The forecast was for afternoon rain, how
often is this wrong.
We live on a
group of islands at the bottom of the south pacific, where the weather is hard
to predict and often changeable.
For me I had
a two-day window to complete a job and now, well it is gone, my week is thrown
into disarray, all because of the weather.
The land is
wet now, after a wet winter it doesn’t take much to lift the water table. This
is important to me as it affects what I can and cannot achieve on any given
day.
Frustrating
as it is living by the weather is a simple and intrinsic life. For too long we
have moved away from what we are. Our ancestors lived with the elements, nature
was what provided for them and it governed how they lived. Where our ancestors lived was due to the
elements in part, they had an understanding of how to use what was presented to
them on a daily, seasonal, and yearly basis.
Myself I
live in all the seasons my work puts me out there in it. I love the wind rain
sun cold hot. Long ago I learnt that I have no sway on the elements, so I live
with them. There is a lot of joy to be taken from the sun on your face. Conversely
the rain being driven into you by a strong southerly wind too is invigorating,
to be enjoyed with equal passion.
You have to
slow down and go with it. You get time to think, often too, wonder, and daily
look in awe at the world around you and revel in the complex simplicity of it
all.
Walking out
on a frosty cold still morning has no equal for invigoration. I cannot buy the
joy felt. I feel the same standing ankle deep in cold mud sawing falling trees
in the midst of a winters afternoon. The cold seeps into my very core, this is
the moment when I feel the connection with those that have gone before me.
I come from
a long line of people who understood the weather the land and the sea, for if
not; I would not be here today.
SLOW LIVING
