Images from here, here and here.

Go outside Δ Observe the changing of the seasons Δ Collect feathers and stones and bones and make a shrine Δ Wrap your palms around a huge mug of honey-sweet chai tea Δ Curl up on the couch with your boy or your dog or your cat – whoever loves you boundlessly Δ Read or re-read a book that challenges the way you see the world Δ Dig your toes into cool sand or fine freshwater gravel Δ Walk fearlessly at night to a place where you can see the stars Δ Drive the coast road Δ Crank Springsteen or the Stones or the Doors or Aerosmith… or whoever-whatever your parents played you when you were young Δ Buy new boots Δ Pin brightly coloured diamonds of crochet to big tree trunks Δ Draw power symbols on your palms Δ Plant a hanging garden of succulents Δ Paint something huge and colourful and irreverent Δ 

Δ Enjoy April Δ

... the world lies waiting. 

A bit of Cormac McCarthy wisdom for your Monday morning.

xx

Tilkah eagle necklace; boyfriend's Volcom shirt; Dr Denim jeans; Windsor Smith boots; vintage glasses and rings.

So this weird thing happened when we were celebrating this latest new year's eve, which I keep forgetting about and then remembering -- we were camped on a beach in Eden, drinking around a bonfire, and I looked over and saw some strange shadow, like the size of a medium dog, walking up the beach. Not being a native of the southern states of Australia, I couldn't work out what kind of animal it was. I thought it was a goose, actually. But as it turns out, it was a black swan, which I'd always thought were freshwater animals. More and more this year I've been spotting them on beaches and in bays, and I like to think of them as a good omen. 

Plus, it's just one more thing that I still find foreign and exciting about living down here. 

... and the eternal raging hangover.
Hope everyone is enjoying the long weekend! I know I am -- perhaps a little too much...