Life on the Edge

Like the gods suspended above the stage in a Greek theatre who arrive in the nick of time to solve a difficulty, two separate events have allowed for the placement of guardian stones in front of the house.

First, and definitely more "machina", was the 38 ton excavator shown delicately dropping into place two of the three dolerite boulders. When they first arrived on a rather large ten wheel truck, I was fearful of just dumping them in location thinking they would just roll through the house. They were, therefore, deposited elsewhere (with a big roar as they crashed down off the tip truck's tray). However, how does one move a three and a half ton boulder? The solution presented itself when the dams were being dug in the form of a nice, big yellow machine. But, even though the boulders were eventually placed in the correct spot, for the first few days they looked out of place, almost harsh. I began to fret over how to soften them into the landscape. On Monday evening, after a busy day working in the studio plus talking to two sets of tourists from New Zealand and Canada, and easing into a bit of stupor preceding bed time, there was a knock on the door. Standing next to his bicycle was a young German asking permission to stay for the night. At first I will admit to adamantly telling him "No!", but seeing the tired and disappointed expression on his face, my "welcome the unexpected guest " side of my heart one over from the "give yourself some privacy" side. I showed him a tent, the path to the beach and said: "I'll see you in the morning".

Well, Daniel has been here for three days now using his muscled 28 year old body and artistic mind of a graphic designer to create a more pleasing entrance to Windgrove. Once again, I have been reminded how good things can come in big or little packages. The key is to simply stay open to the possibility that a solution will present itself. And, when it comes knocking late at night, don't turn away out of tiredness.