Life

  • Awake

    Sweet bloggy friends. ☺️ How are you all? Well, I hope, and if not: that’s okay, too, because even rain is beautiful when you look at it a certain way. I’m so sleepy but I wanted to say hello. I’ve… Continue reading

  • What In The World?

    Well. Isn’t the world in an interesting state. That’s more of a statement, rather than a question, really, isn’t it: hence the absence of a question mark. I’ve been wondering if perhaps humanity, as a collective, might be going through… Continue reading

  • Sitting Up Here

    Maybe I’m sitting in a tree, somewhere, looking down at it all. I’m sure my feet are dangling, and I’m probably whistling in harmony with the wind through the branches. What do I see when I look down at my… Continue reading

  • Loveliness

    Ah, the loveliness. There it is again. As smooth as the drifting river, as quiet as the song of a mother to the sky. Lovely loveliness. The sweetest of all the dreams. Continue reading

  • Holidays and Summer Wind

    Australian summer and there I was, sipping a glass of wine beneath the gumtrees, wrapped in my best winter scarf and topped with a little woolen hat. The wind: shocking. It’s not unusual for the country town we’re holidaying in… Continue reading

  • Christmas Love Hearts

    Dearest Bloggy friends, Merry day, to you all. Just taking a moment to send you all the love hearts (because I can’t seem to stop myself- and because love hearts are the best). To those of you struggling to make… Continue reading

  • This Is It

    Death, I suppose, does that to us. It’s one of those accidental growth inducing things that none of us actually want, but do end up getting from time to time. Lessons in perspective. Lessons in gratitude, these are just some… Continue reading

  • An Open Heart

    You might think the glow of an open heart to be impossible outside the honeymoon phase of romantic love, but I assure you: it’s quite possible. And it is very, very lovely, my goodness. When I relax into the warmth… Continue reading

  • Some Days I Fall

    Some days I fall. I’m not a good mum. I’m not a good human. I’m not a good me, on those days I fall. It’s not a consolation to know that I do not fall alone. That humanity itself is… Continue reading

  • The Deep Breath

    The eucalypts are alive, here. For whatever reason, this part of the world seems to be windy more often than not, and I’m so very pleased about that. Life seems to flow more with the wind. I wonder, sometimes, if… Continue reading