Easing Back into the Stream

It’s been ten weeks since I moved into my cottage, and I’m finally slowing down and getting back into a normal routine. I’ve had fun unpacking all my treasures from the past, buying some new ones, and making others to suit my new environment. In the meantime, work has carried on like a steady underflow beneath it all, satisfying my need to earn and more importantly, underlining my need to belong and carve my own path.

Winter has set in with a vengeance and my cottage is cold, to say the least. Fortunately I have two heaters and an electric blanket. I look forward to the warmer months, when I intend to expand onto the veranda which is the perfect space for writing. There are brackets on which I can hang pots of flowering plants, and my view across the garden will be enhanced by a light breeze coming up the hill instead of the winter frost, mist, and ice on my car windows each morning.

In the meantime I have hung two sets of wind chimes out there on my veranda, and the sound – as always – comforts me and reminds me of places far away and friends left behind.

Five years ago I stood at the top of a hill in KwaZulu-Natal, listening to wind chimes at the Culamoya Chimes factory and shop on the Midlands Meander with my friends Tina and Jackie. I decided on a beautiful, melodic, deep-toned one. When I packed up three years ago, it came too.

On another occasion, at The Ugly Duckling in Rosetta, in another part of the Midlands Meander, I stood on a rise with my friend Tina while Jackie was riding in a cycle race. Together we listened to the various bamboo chimes before I made my decision. Sadly, I wasn’t allowed to bring bamboo into Australia, so I gave that one to Tina before I left.

Last week I found a set of bamboo wind chimes here in Australia, at Ishka, and bought it. It doesn’t have the same melodic tone, but it’s rustic and cheerful and the clackety-clack sound it makes is pleasing to my ears because it reminds me of my friends.

Life goes on, and we move with the currents and tides. Part of me thinks about the final line of The Great Gatsby, but the rest of me knows that I’m not beating against the current; I’m easing out into the stream to claim my place in the flow, and taking bits of my past with me.

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7 thoughts on “Easing Back into the Stream

  1. Those deep resonating wind chimes touch a special place in my psyche. While I realize you’re in the throws of winter, it has been in the triple digits (F) here today with single digit humidity. It’s a wonder I haven’t crackled into dust. Continue to enjoy your new home and routine.

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  2. Ten weeks! Well done! It’s so great to have things that evoke good memories. Keep your mind set on what the warmer months will bring and winter will be easier to survive. Cheers,H

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    • Thank you, Helen. I’m trying to tell myself that we’re past the shortest day, so the days are getting longer now, but I know they’re going to get colder. However, one winter day endured is one less to endure in the long run…

      Stay warm!

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  3. Those bamboo wind chimes are gorgeous. We have them hanging all over our yard. Are you going to give us a video tour when you’ve got everything the way you want it? Or did you already and I missed it? I’ve been AWOL for awhile.

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