Today is a Perfect Day to just Be...

Galia Alena Photography, quotes and texture

"This morning I'm composed after the wild day and night that was the pull of the full moon in Scorpio. I sit quietly in the garden nursing tea, still amongst the busyness that is always going on out here. The bees buzzing along their familiar routes, the chit chit chit chit of the birds cracking gum nuts, the tiny insects that dance in the autumn light. My garden is always a flutter of winged ones and I in rhythm with the gentle breeze that meanders through the grasses. I commit to nothing today but rest and gentleness. A bath, some chi gong and yin yoga sounds pleasant, perhaps a walk, perhaps I'll not move from this spot where I watch the sun rise through the trees. The blank canvas shall make no demands on me today but I steep in the rush of downloads the muses sent with the moon. Today is not a day to do, today is a perfect day to just be..." excerpt from the journal

Galia Alena Photography, quotes and texture

A Room of My Own

The Night Dreams of You, Galia Alena, mixed media painting
The Night Dreams of You
It is autumn here and the garden is ablaze with the leaves doing their swan song in vivid reds and yellows. This week feels like things are starting to settle down here tucked away in our new life snuggled in the mountains. Yesterday was the first fire of the season and after a morning of painting in my studio to the sound of rain on a tin roof I snuggled with my family and cooked homemade minestrone soup (the first of many) and cheese and chive damper. All so cozy on a Saturday in the mountains. I'm settling in, nesting down and inspired up.

 Above is the first piece I have painted in our new house and I feel a series coming on, I'm already working on a couple more and am keen to see where they go. I've also started work on two new e-courses that have been waiting for some space for me to give them my full attention (more on that shortly, I hope you will be as excited as I am). Next I will find myself a new kiln and relaunch my Etsy shop, so many of you have been asking when you can order one of my  custom blessing and offering bowls and I'm itching to get working with clay again, and there will be some paintings for sale too.

View from my Studio Door

 This week I moved into my new studio, and I'm very excited, it's a proper studio space, removed from the house, where I can drip paint, sling clay, melt wax and any other messy thing I want to my hearts content. In fact yesterday I took such delight to look down at the floor and see colourful paint drips already (and I didn't have to stop to clean them up). I'm still moving in and finding my way in there, balancing pretty with functional, and finding my new working flow but I'm sure there will be many photos to come. In the meantime I've been thinking about previous spaces, stolen corners in the house, care taken not to ruin carpets or floorboards, or to make my family feel like my artwork takes over the house. I'm grateful for these spaces in getting me to where I am, but I'm also grateful to now have a proper dedicated space and can't wait to see where that takes me. Of course, I will still take over the dining room table on occasion and curl up on the couch with my journal, not to mention all the delicious spots to stop and sketch in the garden- the creative life refuses to stay confined to the studio ;)
Galia Alena Photography, Creative space studio
The Loft Space
Galia Alena Photography, Creative space studio
Scenes from my last space
Galia Alena Photography, Creative space studio
My Space in Queenstown

One Perfect Day

Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Picnic
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The View
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Treasure (from my son )
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Inukshuk (we built & left for the next travelers)
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Walk Home
Into the Setting Sun

Today was a perfect day
Today the children saw magic
& the light delighted across the water.

Today was a perfect day
when all were nourished by
the sweet silence of a pristine land

and we all drank deeply
of the water at our feet,
hands scooping purity to our mouths,
quenching more than our thirst.

Still Waiting

I'm still waiting for furniture to arrive which maybe delayed by the "worst" snow storm in 50 years (lol), but this is what I look at while waiting!!!


Winter sun
Rosy cheeked children
the lake
anticipating snow
a community unfolding
open fires
exploring our new lives
hot chocolate with bush honey
the kindness of strangers
a carpet of snow

Introducing Boris the Buddha

Boris the Buddha 
Meet Boris, mild mannered and ever so humble buddha but with a secret desire to see the world. He is a Chinese Buddha from Thailand. What does this mean? It means that he embraces traits of both the Chinese buddha for good luck, prosperity and abundance (& by abundance we mean the joy of life), and Thai buddha for respect (for oneself, others and the planet) and a  simple, harmonious life. So with a simple plan for an abundantly joyous life, Boris the Buddha has set off on his adventures to see the world and meet himself.
Boris at the Big Buddha- Samui
When I first met Boris he was hanging around at the Big Buddha on Samui, day dreaming about the world that the tourists he saw daily came from and getting under the feet of the monks. It occured to him, that unlike big buddha, he could just throw a few things in a little cloth, fling it over his shoulder and be on his way, and so he did. A tearful and excited goodbye to his beloved Samui and he was off, to see the world and pick up some wisdom along his way.
He is able who thinks he is able.
Boris saying goodbye to his beloved Thailand

* NB. Disclaimer- We would just like to make it perfectly clear that Boris is on this adventure of his own free will, he has not been kidnapped or coerced  and no buddha’s were harmed in the undertaking of this adventure.

Muted Palette

    Today on the beach it’s grey and rainy. I love the beach in winter when all people vanish and all the soft greys and blues mingle with the delicate sandy colours. A rainy winter day is the perfect day for the beach. Today is like that here only its warm. Now that the rain has stopped briefly and I’ve swam in the downpour, I sit on my chair with the beach to myself, me and Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Behind me Jay and the children play in the pool, before me the ocean and the sky bleed into each other while the waves rise gently along the shore- a flurry of white that separates the land from the sea like a bridge that invites and then retreats.
    Dark dramatic clouds March towards me and I can see rain in several directions on the horizon. My art supplies, books and pens are all still packed in the basket ready for a quick escape. Drips hit my feet- an advanced warning as my pen flies to finish this line. I run…
    The rain drums down deafeningly loud while I enjoy the peace and quiet of losing the other guests to their suites, shops and restaurants. This is the beach I know, the deserted beach, the beach to ourselves, either in rain or in sunshine. This is the beach that I love, the beach that sets my soul free and my imagination wild, wild like the wild exhilarating weather, carried away on the waves and the tides.
    I am soaked, the rain is torrential, baby is wet, puddles form everywhere, the children’s squeals and shouts of delight or frustration are drowned out. There is peace in all this noise, the air is crisp, though it will be humid later. I enjoy the freshness of now as the storm stirs deep within.

Adventures in Relaxation: Scenes from Lotus Terrace

Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography
    I’ve been stuck on writing about our time in Samui as I’m not sure I can convey in words just how deeply the place and the pace resonated with me at this particular time in life. Since returning home, I’ve felt out of time, out of sync with myself, a blur scattered between obligations and desires. In Samui there was only the moment, the quiet blissful moments stretched out gloriously in front of me like the sublime calm ocean. Two hours of yoga this morning and I feel a bit like some of the pieces of me have been pulled back into my center as I try to carry the peace of Samui back into my own life.
    You know when your booking a holiday, surfing the net and trying to decipher the photos from what the reality might be like. You don’t know the place your going to, you don’t know the location to stay at. You’ve gotten advice from various people about where to stay but your dubious, you still remember the time that you took the advice of a well meaning friend. No you won’t be making that mistake again. So you study the photos knowing only too well that it is the job of a photographer to lie, so you look for the seams and try to interpret them back to reality.
    What is it you want from your accommodation? Are you planning to spend much time there or is it just going to be a dumping ground for your luggage? Our trip to Samui was planned to be a relaxing, hangout by the beach, do nothing holiday WITHOUT CHILDREN.   A blissful holiday after the exhaustion of the last one where, as much as I loved it, snow and children, well it just ain’t relaxing. So this one was going to be a do nothing, chill, relax, regenerate, daydream, relax, and did I mention relax. So much expectation is invested into your holiday, planning, looking forward to it, etc etc, that you want it to be, you need it to be beautiful, and I’ve had the holiday that you just wanted to leave, to come home. You know, the holiday that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth long after you’ve finally paid it off the credit card.
Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography

    Well this holiday wasn’t that. This holiday was perfect from the place, the people, the food to the accommodation. Even the airport was perfect, with it’s landscaped runway and buildings that looked more like the shacks on Gilligan’s Island than an airport terminal, dotted with orchids and lotus flowers.
    When we got into our taxi and asked him to take us to Lotus Terrace, our accommodation, he just shrugged and said “I don’t know that one, I’ll drive, you look for it.” Well its a small island but… A tour of the island later and finally we spot it as we drive past it for the umpteenth time (thank goodness we’re on a fixed rate cab fair or we would have been suspicious, as it was we just relaxed and took in the scenes of the island). The villas were down a driveway off the main road, nestled right on the beach. Perfect, we knew we had picked well.
    The lovely and very sweet Rosie, who will keep me in supply of coffee over our stay,  greets us, takes our bags and shows us to our delightful rooms. Everything is beautiful and I look around thinking “I could get used to orchids on my bathmat if I have to,” as Rosie gives us the lay of the land, where to eat, cars etc. (When we leave we try to smuggle her with us- she just laughs, its an old joke, all the guests try to seduce her away from her island home when they leave- no surprise).

Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena PhotographyThailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography

    It’s late afternoon after our extended cab ride and we’re hungry after our mystery meal on the aeroplane. At Rosie’s suggestion, we trudge (such hard work) down the beach, and I do mean down the beach, along the sand, to the local restaurant on the sand. Part of the walk involves hitching up my skirt and getting my calves wet as we wonder which way the tide is going and whether our path home will be here later. I remember a similar situation on a childhood holiday which has taken on a childlike mythology  and until recently used to visit me in my nightmares. But I’m on holiday and I don’t care about such things as the practicalities of being able to get home. When we find the restaurant we sit outside on the sand and order cocktails and local snacks watching the colours get softer. Sunset over our new adventure.
Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography

    Back at our villa, we lay claim to “Our Spot” which will be our spot for the next week: a couple of deck chairs and an umbrella between the little pool and what we affectionately come to call the big pool (the ocean).  We drink wine, listen to the waves and watch the sand move as tiny crabs scurry about. We get very comfortable.

    My agenda for the week is simple, it is basically not to move much from this spot. I had planned to read and write, take a few pictures, but really the place is too peaceful, too calm. Our villas are, thankfully, on the other side of the island to the main tourist trek, so sitting on my chair under the umbrella there is not a lot to watch other than the rhythmic waves and the weather. Occasionally a local will wade out to see what the sea will offer up for lunch or check the nets in the morning, but beyond that, the beach is pretty much ours alone. It’s a beautiful beach with coral like sand that massages your feet and gets softer the further out you go until its like walking on a very fine sponge. The water itself is clear and calm, you can see the reefs below as you walk out far with its crisp and sparkly turquoise embracing you. The scene is soft and delicate in the morning, heavy with fog and gets clearer as the sun rises casting shadows of palm trees on the water. Sometimes the weather engulfs the mainland across from us and you can literally sit here and watch the storms move past as they dance along the surface of the water.
    On the first morning we meet our hosts at Lotus Terrace, a gorgeous couple from Vancouver, who offer us the use of their Kayak and local knowledge. On their advice, we select the only tour on the island that we will do: The Five Islands Tour, which turns out to be perfect and a highlight of the trip (thank you). The tour involves being taken out in a traditional long boat by one of the local fishermen to cruise around the five islands off the coast of Samui, and then stopping at a deserted island to do some snorkeling amongst the coral and aquatic gardens. Did I mention that it was only the two of us on the tour. A fresh and cold coconut refreshes us as we race the setting sun back to shore. A quick shower and we are ready to sit and watch the magnificent light show of the setting sun from the best vantage point on the island, cocktails at hand followed by more delectable food than we can possibly muster the energy to eat. We look at all the beautiful food in front of us and wonder who else is coming to dinner.
Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography

Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography
 Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography

    We hire a car and head out occasionally to explore the island, but I am always keen to get back to Our Spot and continue on the path of nothingness. The seduction not to leave the place, to sit and stare at the scene is too high. I am happy only to move in search of the next exquisite Thai meal. When we do venture out it is easy to navigate around the island as most of it is on the exterior outer rim, near the water, why wouldn’t it be, and there is one main road which takes you all around the island and delivers you back where you started. Impossible to get lost on this island- all roads lead home eventually.
Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography

    Most of our time was spent doing nothing and being surprised just how easy it was not to think about our lives back home, including the children (oh dear, am I allowed to say that aloud!?!). We ease our guilt by promising to bring the children with us next time, the location is perfect for children with its calm deserted beach and gentle waters. We sat quietly with only our own thoughts and the insistant waves, thinking of adventures in relaxation. We leave knowing only one thing for sure and that is that we will return to this idealic setting, to this beautiful place and tranquil pace.

It whispers to me.

Thailand, Koh Samui, Lotus Terrace, Galia Alena Photography
It whispers to me.

    I stand here with the world at my feet literally. The whole world literally at my feet. I breathe deeply and stand taller. The waves beckon me with greetings from far off places, imagined and not. How like I imagined is this place? Only in it’s beauty not in it’s details. These endless waters that have the freedom of the tides, the currents, move freely yet with purpose around the world.
    I breathe deeply, I stand taller still. I imagine possibilities, alternatives, choices. A different life, in a different place, with different rhythms pulling me through my days as the moon pulls these tides.
    We’ve only been here a few days and already the place imposes new rhythms. A quieter rhythm, a softer rhythm.
    Soon the waves persistent urging will win me over and I will wade out far into this connecting ocean, this ocean that is here and that has been there. In silence I listen to it’s stories. It’s wisdom soaks into my skin, my bones. I absorb it graciously, deeply. I embrace it’s gifts. Cool and calm, gently bobbing around. Clear as crystal I see the soft velveteen sand below my feet, like walking on marshmallows. The light patterns dance upon my skin. Gently prodding me I feel lighter. I shut my eyes to let the other senses see and the sun hits my eyelids with a dazzling light show.
    I could melt into  this water and let it drift me gently along on its journey. I would beat the shores of far off lands, visiting by moonlight, by sunshine. This vast ocean tranquil and mighty at once. It whispers to me...