Ten years ago today I was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, watching the house swaying around me, listening to the sound of the nails pulling in and out of the framing timbers of the house. I can’t remember how many aftershocks we’d had by this point, four hours on from the 7.1 earthquake …
Shake, rattle and ohhhhhhh
Another Monday; another big aftershock. With two aftershocks of its own (4.4 and 3.3), and a pre-shock (4.3, which I didn't feel, thank goodness). Closest I've been to diving under my desk for a very long time. But I'm ok; Stewart’s ok; the chooks are ok; and the house is ok (as far as I …
The secret of good tragedy
Here we are, just (a few hours) under two weeks since the earthquake. We felt a decent jolt last night, which was the first one I've felt here since last Tuesday night (there have been two others we would normally have felt, but on Saturday morning we were driving, and on Saturday evening we were in …
Earthquake. Again.
I'm posting this quickly, between aftershocks. There has been another huge earthquake – magnitude 6.3, 5 km deep, centred in Lyttleton. It was, and still is, absolutely terrifying. But so far I'm ok, and Stewart is ok – Southbridge and Lincoln are on the other side of Christchurch, so we have so far escaped the …
Tuesday Poem – “Otherwise”, by Jane Kenyon
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have …
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A Dark Feathered Art 