Living off the grid you learn to adjust your behaviour to minimise your power usage. So during a week of blazing sunshine it was something of a surprise to run out of power! At Hou Ngahere we have a basic but very effective solar system. Starting with just the two panels (on the… Continue reading Get in the Sun
Spring rains over Wellington Harbour, embedded into so many of my earliest memories, deep into my heart’s core… My latest painting, embarking on its journey into the world “I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway,… Continue reading A Sliver of Hope!
It’s harvest time in the olive grove at ‘Hou Ngahere’ and its been a whirlwind of activity on the hillside! I’ve just returned from my Diamond Approach International Retreat Group and getting out among the birds and trees is a great way of integrating the work. It’s making me very happy indeed! There is something… Continue reading For the love of it!
A forest in the car, taking delivery of the first batch of the season, 225 new trees…… In an attempt to mitigate the carbon burnt on travel to retreat in San Francisco, our Diamond Approach retreat group, the IRG, regularly contribute to a ‘Trees for Travel’ fund to purchase trees…. And here they are! I… Continue reading New life…new hope
The same place, a different light and the wonder of the changing moods as it plays over the Kenepuru… at Hou Ngahere The drama of the big sky, A sense of hope emerging From within the dark clouds…. You can see more of my paintings in the Paintings Gallery above, or at http://www.ianhamlin.co.nz
I’ve just been down to “Hou Ngahere” again; we spent a couple of days with the geckos! I rescued one from the kitchen sink and she left behind a skin, I took it as a notification that she’d updated her profile picture…. ….and it was a reflection of the transformation going on underneath. Thanks to… Continue reading The good Doctor Wildcat
Rain – Hone Tuwhare I can hear you making small holes in the silence rain If I were deaf the pores of my skin would open to you and shut And I should know you by the lick of you if I were blind: the steady drum-roll sound you make when the wind drops the… Continue reading Rain