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Tasmania. Contrast. Grateful.
Tasmania is beautiful. And that feeling of being outside of your life, even just for a little while, is so intriguing and lovely, it’s no wonder humanity clings to the promise of the odd holiday, every now and then. The… Continue reading
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Sunrise
On this tired night, I know I have been blessed. And so it is I send a seed of this sweet day into the arms of the sorrowful. And I say to them: take this day and make it yours,… Continue reading
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Dream
Always remember your softness. Always remember to wrap your gifts and hand them to the world, carefully. For, my dear, my darling you. Only you can paint the world the colour of your dreams. Go on, sweet bloggy friends. Catch… Continue reading
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I Am Home
I’ve lit a candle. Classical piano plays. I have coffee sitting beside me. I am home. Oh my goodness I am home. The world is busy. The noise, sometimes far too loud. But there is such beauty and softness in… Continue reading
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A Beautiful Day
It has been a beautiful day. The kind of day that flows from start to end, like a delicious water feature lulling the water from plate to plate to plate, finally to rest in a peaceful pool below. The bigger… Continue reading
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Tomorrow
I’m the sole parent of three tiny humans, this weekend. It’s as exhausting as it sounds, but I have tea and I have chocolate. And I’m watching Westside Story. Sigh. The baby will wake soon. Tomorrow. xx Continue reading
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Kindness
Kindness is everywhere if we look hard enough. And you’ll know how it feels, because you’ll know how it looks. And if you know how it looks… you’ll know your most important identity. You’ll know how to be beautiful you.… Continue reading
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Rest
Oh, dear rest. How beautiful to touch your softness, so. When I, the weary boned, have assaulted this body with your skeleton friend, exhaustion. How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep. How darling to fall to the earth… Continue reading
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War And The Horrible Beautiful
The horrible beautiful: it is the ache our soul knows and understands as our connected truth. What could be beautiful about war, you might ask? I ask the same question myself, every single day. It is beyond painful what is… Continue reading
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The Ocean
It never ceases to amaze, the ocean of life; how wide it must be. If I can see but one river from this, my dainty hill. One glimpse of time, one slice of space, what else must the ocean be? Continue reading
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