the everyday moments

Friday, 15 May 2015

it's been quite a while since i've written something in this space. that seems to be the way i roll with blogging. many times i've tried to write something here, to share what's been going on in our corner of the world, and the words just don't come.

life here is challenging, and sometimes it gets to me. at those moments, i just stop.

stop writing, stop sharing, stop creating.

once upon a time i wrote about the small moments in life and beauty in the everyday.

i've forgotten how to do that. i've stopped looking for beauty in the small and mundane, and it's been pulling me down.

at about the same time, my sewing machine suddenly died. it was a devastating moment, realising that it wasn't going to turn back on. i felt like my creativity died along with it. without any everyday beauty, or a handmade creation to share, i felt like i had nothing left to say.

then i got on instagram, and i started sharing our everyday moments. for the first time in a long time, i started to see the beauty in the everyday, mundane, small moments that make up my life.

and it's been wonderful.

and so i wanted to share these moments with you, too.

if you're on instagram, you can find me here.

love, fiona

exploring - nambiti game reserve, south africa {part 2}

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

(this is part two of our trip to nambiti game reserve, south africa. read part one if you missed it)

We woke up early in the morning to head out and see the animals when they're most active. The kids managed the early morning trip well, and we had a long break in the middle of the day at the lodge. We all had a nap and a swim in the pool, then headed out for the afternoon. It turned out to be a fantastic day, in which we saw most of the big animals we had hoped to see, and many varieties of antelope. Even cool weather and spotting rain couldn't dampen our enthusiasm. 

By far the most exciting moment of the day was watching the young male lions, laying about lazily, suddenly stand up and look most intently at the other safari vehicle when they got stuck on the rocks! All the while, whispering to our usually active and noisy 3 year old to sit very still and don't make a sound!

There were so many beautiful animals to see, and I was actually thankful that it was a bit cold and overcast, as I was worried it would be very hot. 
We were so thankful for these lined rain ponchos in the safari car, which kept us all warm and dry. We had our final safari drive early Sunday morning, but we both agreed it was one drive too many for the kids, who just wanted to stay in bed and didn't care to see anymore animals :)

We had a fantastic trip, and I'm really glad we did it. I was a bit worried about how it would be to take young children (3, 5, and 7 years old) on safari trips, where they had to be still and quiet for three hours at a time, but they managed it so well (with a few biscuits and sweets to keep them happy!). It was also great to see the South African wildlife and nature. All in all, a really great time!

remembering...

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Today we are remembering this wonderful woman, Christian's grandmother, who passed away peacefully early this morning. She was a sweet, kind, generous woman, who welcomed me into her heart and family with open arms and an easy smile. She loved us all so deeply, and we loved her in return. We will miss her dearly!

Welcoming the rain

Monday, 23 March 2015

Today we welcomed the rain. It has been hot and dry the last few weeks as the dry season winds down. Water has been scarce, and some enthusiastic people planted their little patch of ground weeks ago in anticipation of the rain. 

They have been waiting, and today the rains arrived. They announced their arrival with a huge black cloud and strong winds. We brought in the still wet clothes from the clothesline and hung them wherever we could find space. 

Christian came in just as the first drops started. The kids stopped painting and listening to the story I was reading and rushed to the windows to watch small rivers of water form outside. The rain came down hard and heavy, and splashed through the windows, forming pools on the floor. We ran to get some towels and sat in silence, conversation nearly impossible over the deafening roar of water on the tin roof.

And just as suddenly as they had arrived, the rains quieted into a gentle whisper. The kids got their rain clothes and gumboots on and went out to jump in the puddles and play beavers, building a dam with the off cuts of wood left lying around after Christian's last project. I drank coffee and enjoyed the brief moments of silence before I knew they'd come tumbling back in, cold and muddy and needing a bath.

This is how you'll find us the next few weeks, in our white house on muddy hillside, living and working around the downpours of the Rwandan rainy season. 

exploring - nambiti game reserve, south africa {part 1}

Friday, 20 March 2015

On our way to Australia last December, we had to travel through Johannesburg in South Africa (either that, or via Amsterdam, and I didn't fancy going so far in the wrong direction!). We had to buy 2 seperate tickets, and talked about the option of staying over for more than the neccesary one night. Christian suggested we should go on safari somewhere.

After looking for somewhere close to Johannesburg, we stumbled across Go Safari, who organised the whole stay for us, including transport from Jo'burg to the game reserve. Perfect. They were really helpful, finding us an alternate safari when our first choice turned out to be fully booked. They arranged a stayover at the family friendly Cheetah Ridge Resort, in Nambiti Game Reserve, which is in the Kwa-Zulu Natal of South Africa.

We arrived in Johannesburg late at night, and Susan and Glen came to pick us up the next morning from our hotel. They told us all about the history of South Africa and the area while we drove through the most spectacular countryside. Low, rolling plains, punctuated with the amazing Drackensburg Mountains.

After a four hour drive, we arrived at Nambiti. There was time for lunch and a brief swim in the pool before heading out on our three hour game drive. We were the only guests there, and had the car and ranger to ourselves. It was perfect. Plenty of time to stop and look at the animals, without having to worry about disturbing other guests. We saw many of the most important animals on our list.
After driving around for about 2 hours, we stopped for an evening snack. We enjoyed some local delicacies, and headed back to the lodge, spotting some hippos on the way. The kids were a bit disappointed we didn't see any hyenas, but we agreed to have a good look the next day.
When we arrived back at the lodge, dinner was waiting for us. At Cheetah Lodge, they pride themselves on being family friendly. We felt really welcomed with our kids, and they didn't mind that the kids lay on the zebra skin rug playing with their schelich animals while we ate dinner (8.30pm is a little late for them to eat, and they stuffed themselves on snacks at 6.30pm!).  We went to bed early, in anticipation of our 5.30am start the next day!

I'm looking forward to sharing day 2 of our safari next week!

isabel and thunder

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

She walked over to the pony, full of confidence, with a determined look on her face. Silently, she listened to everything her Auntie Shell said, giving only a slight occasional nod to acknowledge she'd heard and understood. She stood by his side, with a brush in hand, and with long, slow strokes, she brushed his matted hair until it shone in the already hot morning sun. She walked slowly around him, brushing everywhere, and finally crawling beneath his belly to brush him there. 
My breath caught in my throat, and I was suddenly transported back in time. Another pony, but the same determined face and long brush strokes. I remembered the way I'd brushed my pony, Chicka, until she shone, crawling right under her to reach every part of her, while my own mother held her breath in fear.
She helped put the saddle on him, and adjusted her maroon helmet before leading him to the riding arena. Such a serious, determined face. She got up on his back, with some assistance, before assuring Auntie Shell that she could do it. She sat, straight back, squared shoulders, and slowly squeezed his sides. 

"Walk on, Thunder". 
Around and around they went, over the small jumps, and eventually she decided it was time for him to trot. She squeezed his sides, but he didn't agree. She gave him a sharp kick, and he leapt into action. The old pony trotted around, pulling her towards the gate every time he went past. And she pulled right back, trying to get him to stay on track. But old ponies are much stronger than five year olds, and they ended up by the gate, every time. 
Her face was determined and serious, and she didn't return my smiles, but I could see the joy in her eyes. She loved it. After riding Thunder, she looked at Auntie Shell, my oldest sister. 

"Can I ride Comet?"
And my heart was in my throat once again.

Family. memories. priceless.
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