Category Archives: words

hello, i’m so glad you’re here

June 21, 2014

This online space is a collection of stories of the times during our weekends that are lived within the space of our arm’s reach… the places that are the source of our ‘humanness’… the foundations on which the rest of our life is built. The pieces of our life that quietly pass by – no grand adventures, no obviously meaningful exchanges. The moments where chores happen, we take our children to sports practise, we do our grocery shopping, go for a run, attend a weekend event, spend reverent time with our chosen deity, catch up with friends, try something new or stay home and fold the laundry.

The moments we often perceive as everyday / boring / not worth telling about, are very often just the moments that someone else craves… These are the moments that make up our lives… These are weekends, collected.

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The real rhythm

June 14, 2014


If I could, I would unweave the hours and unmake the idea of weeks or weekends. I would throw away the clocks so that we had to consider instead sun rising and dark rising and heart beating to guide our lives. Of course, it can not be done. And we would just weave other ways to tighten the days and keep everything nicely on track, calculated to within an inch of the hour.

But the dream of rambling just a little wild through life, and the yearning to synchronise our doings to the pulse of earth-time, simple sky-time, is one I can not let go. Perhaps it is the same for many of us, and that’s why we love our weekends. They used to be sacred family time, just-being time. Now they bristle with shopping opportunities. But give a free weekend to someone and they will, using it, show you what is most important to them. And they will reveal the real rhythm of their soul.

Sarah Elwell is a writer living on the edge of the world. She spends most of her days on one shoreline or another, watching dreams unfurl. Her most recent book, Driftways, is a collection of stories and photographs and is available here:

Surprise Saturday

June 8, 2014

Maritime Museum 2

Our challenge through the winter months and to prevent Auckland fever that can sometimes hit, we have devised Surprise Saturday. The Saturday after each pay day – (now UK folks that is fortnightly for me, six years on I cannot imagine how I coped with monthly pay) we take it in turns to arrange a day trip

Adam was first up and was feeling the pressure, when we stepped out into a glorious day he doubted his choice but stuck with his plan. I had my suspicions as to where we were heading, but no, we are driving past the Domain and and into the city.

We haven’t been to the Maritime Museum for years and I have long said it is a favorite of mine. True, it’s the immigration stories rather than the boat ‘stuff’ that mean the most to me…..I wonder why.

Why Leave?
Why leave your home for a little-known land on the other side of the world?

Some were fleeing a difficult life while others were following promises of a better future or seeking adventure.

The question of ‘why’ is as pertinent now as it was then. The people and the stories are real. My own story is easy when you look at the bunks the people slept in for weeks at a time, the time the journey took is incredible when we now just hop on a plane and wish we were closer than 24hours to our family and friends.

This trip I was also engrossed in the navigation details (all my Antarctic reading perhaps) and the new exhibition on Sir Peter Blake,an iconic kiwi who until Saturday I knew very little about.

The highlight of the surprise, as the sun glistened on the water was a journey out onto the waters on the Ted Asbhy.

Ted Ashby is a ketch-rigged deck scow, typical of the fleet of scows that once operated in northern New Zealand waters.

Thank you Maritime Museum but I have no idea what those words mean. To me it was a boat with lots of sails, that looked very flash in the sun.


Time in or on the water is restorative and when you add in a lively crew, the opportunity to help hoist the sails (seven of them) you are onto a winner. The logistics and the ropes fascinated me, mesmerised I almost missed the bungee jumpers as we sailed under the harbor bridge.

We ended our Saturday with this movie to keep to our maritime theme and in a fortnights time it’s my turn to find the surprise.

Katie Quinney Writing about my journey from the UK to New Zealand and all that I’ve got up to since I got here…blogging away in the corner.

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climb and run again *

May 26, 2014

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it feels like my weekend truly began when we arrived home on satruday afternoon, after staying with a friend friday night as we had missed the last ferry due to a late arriving flight back from the uk

everything seemed more relaxed and the pace of my life slowed down a little

you’ll often find me staying in bed late, reading and drinking coffee until i’m so hungry i have to get up & have something to eat

or thinking about some new project – like making sausages, or picking the rosehips i saw down the road and turning them into jelly

and i like to eat something a little different from my weekday smoothies for breakfast – like poached eggs the heston way, or crispy bacon & avocado sandwiches

the soundtrack to my weekend is the birds singing in the trees outside and the rush of air past their wings as they chase each other around the garden

i’d rather be reading than  doing housework

and this weekend, i’ll be watching nat cheshire’s ‘do not rest’ talk from Semi-Permanent Auckland 2014 on vimeo

and if i could, i would teleport my friends from the uk on a regular basis so there wasn’t such a long time between ‘see you next time’s

* it’s been a while since the last post here and i’m really keen to get this collective project running again. if you, or anyone you know, would like to join me, i’d love to know. leave a comment or send me an email:

there are two different ways you can now contribute:

  1. freestyle as all previous content – send me some text and/or a photo essay, a recipe, a mixtape, a poem etc. along with a short bio and a photo for the contributors page
  2. by completing the sentences as above. you can do just a few of them, or all of them – as you please, or add your own ones to the mix for future contributors


March 9, 2013

The early beginnings of 2013 have brought new pathways and priorities and I find that I can no longer actively promote Weekends Collected at the moment.

I may reinstate it at some time in the future and hope that you will join me again then.



February 9, 2013

Where are we going?
Check the map!

The Dark Half
Elf Princess

The Holy Trinity
Lines of Time

Trips End

Andrew lives in Auckland, New Zealand. When not working with clients he can be found running around with his wife and 2 kids or behind a lens taking photos. He runs his business with his wife Kim helping business owners work less and live more, their blog can be found here:

sometimes silence

February 2, 2013

this week has worn me out. five hours of sleep a night and eighteen hour days are not as ideal as they used to be. three years ago I drank five to seven coffees a day and somehow not sleeping was not an issue. things have changed. instead of going out on friday, I stayed home. television, eating cereal out of the box, dimmed lights, missed calls and ignored messages. it felt good for once. to be home, I mean. the next morning ten hours of sleep did not seem to be enough. I knew the boy stayed out and was probably just sinking into his bed as I put the water to boil for my morning cup of java. it was a strange thought. I wondered whether things would stay like this forever.

but then I realized there was no forever.

we have our newspapers delivered on weekends only. there is a certain special joy of picking up at your front door. the fresh smell of print. sometimes the inside still warm. I found the pages that interest me, reading quietly. feeling the sun come up behind me. and then silence.

just silence. sometimes it’s okay.

sara tomovic. originally from the balkans, currently living in south east asia. discovering and documenting the differences of the west and east in hong kong; hoping to become a full-time writer one day.


Dinner by Heston

December 16, 2012

Leonie and I work for ourselves, and as such, we don’t get a “work Christmas party”, so we make a point of going somewhere to celebrate the end of the year, especially if we have had a good one.

This year, we joined two foodie friends and went to Dinner by Heston. It’s a fusion of the modern cooking chemistry that Heston Blumenthal is famous for, with some very old recipes and combinations.

I’m a little squeamish around some of the ingredients – offal and sweetbreads especially – and I had to remind myself that if the menu says “veal sweetbreads”, I wasn’t going to be getting liver on a plate – it might be some flavour extracted from that, or as one ingredient complementing others.

I can’t say this is a typical weekend for us, but it was very enjoyable.

Here’s to another great year!

meat fruit at 'Dinner by Heston'

Meat fruit

savoury porridge with frogs legs at 'Dinner by Heston'

Savoury porridge with frogs legs

the table and the main courses at 'Dinner by Heston'

The table and main courses

Slow roasted pineapple and Tipsy pudding at 'Dinner by Heston'

Slow roasted pineapple and Tipsy pudding

Brown bread ice cream at 'Dinner by Heston'

Brown bread ice cream

Liquid nitrogen ice-cream made at the table at 'Dinner by Heston'

Liquid nitrogen ice-cream made at the table

Nic Wise lives in London, but his heart is on the west coast beaches of New Zealand. He can usually be found writing apps for his iPhone, or taking photos on Instagram.

the renovated bag

December 15, 2012

Can’t help myself really…I have these visions of the way things could be and it gives me joy to make things with my hands. I suppose it comes from school holidays as a child spent mastering the art of knitting, crocheting or making Fimo crafts with friends visiting up the street.

Snooping through a second hand shop one day, I discovered an old doctors bag that whispered to me it would love to live again hugging all my collected treasures of art materials I am saving for a weekend I am inspired to create a masterpiece.

We had a thoughtful conversation back and forth about the idea and I finally relented having been reminded that I loved to give new life and direction to things that had lost their way.

You’ll love me – you’ll see …. It said to me.

So I believed and we left together, me protesting that I really wasn’t sure I could do it justice since I was so busy and it saying “you’ll see!”

We lived together a long time till one day a thought came to me that i had renovated a cushion on my couch and perhaps the same person could renovate my new (old) bag… No, not possible for me he said… another acquaintance ? who mentioned he had a colourising business that renovated leather in cars – I wondered if he might be able to bring new life to old? Yes! I’d love to give it a try he said and so off my bag went with a new friend… whispering in his ear!

Quite a conversation they must have had as when they arrived back my bag had been to the spa and look marvelously refreshed! An offer of left over material from a recently renovated couch was also made and accepted, I’m sure part of my bags doing whose old lining was beautiful but past a state of repair. So we collaborated and whispered together again about suitable reconstruction options.

Coming to an agreement to move his pockets to the ends my bag i was happy to get his internal makeover underway. But only if I would let him befriend my other kept but forgotten sewing companion – an elegant black tape edging.

So we set to work, my sewing machine friend and I to bring my bags desired vision to life…

What a brilliant collaboration….thanks for the vision, friend, we will go on and collaborate again one day.

Jude Woods lives on the Gold Coast of Australia with her husband, Warren.

careless youth

December 9, 2012


by the time I woke up, the sun was already low. I lingered in bed a little longer; quiet. warmth creeped in between the drapes and I noticed that the window was dirty. as I drank my first cup of coffee, darkness began to set down. Saturday nights out, filled with gin, cigarettes and loud music, always mean that I miss out on the next day. youth has made me careless. we didn’t care whether anybody saw us, either.

sara tomovic. originally from the balkans, currently living in south east asia. discovering and documenting the differences of the west and east in hong kong; hoping to become a full-time writer one day.