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Peaches In The Darling Sun

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 escape from reality.

The escape from too much of something that none of us can quite put our finger on.

I’m so grateful for the contrasts of life. If it wasn’t for those aching days, moments like this beautiful one (a moment that finds me at a large wooden table, the ocean over my right shoulder) wouldn’t feel quite so extraordinary.

Day two of the Tassie trip.

Perfection.

Grateful.

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Day 14. A life lived with a grateful heart.
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Life

The Day Ahead

I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change in my being whatsoever, the new me looks at the trees and wonders why I can’t feel into their branches today. Why music is just there, and not the magic it became after the universe woke me up to my extra feeling self.

I have one errand to run in the morning, and then after snuggling my little muffins and sending them off for a fun day with Dad…it’ll be just me in my world for a day. Me and some trees, and hopefully the Soft Girl, who will very likely be tempted out from hiding by the trees and the music that call her.

Anyway, it’ll be lovely. Perhaps while I sit among the forest, with my eyes closed to the breeze, I might think of some things. I might think of taking my bubbas out into the forest one day when they’re bigger. I might think of how proud I’ll be to show them that it’s okay to be the crazy girl who places her palms upon a tree trunk and closes her eyes while she does it. The girl who smiles into the sky when her heart feels all shiny and nice, and calls that very feeling the essence of her soul.

And then there’ll be tomorrow evening. The evening will bring me an entire night with one of my dearest friends. There’ll be too much wine. Maybe some burgers. Probably some tears. Plenty of smiles. And talk of somewhere over the rainbow, that place just beyond the wall that our eyes and hearts just cannot see yet.

Perhaps I’ll fill you in on my adventures another day. Perhaps it all might be so wonderful that I’ll need to spill the happy onto someone nice.

Like you.

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A Blog a Day in May

Cupcake

Don’t tell the biscuits,

but it’s a sleepy tea

and a cupcake

kinda night.

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Life

The Sun Chair

It’s Saturday morning and I’m lazing in the sun chair.

I always make my way back to this place, this little corner of my world that feeds me so beautifully to the sun. It’s a place for just ‘being’, this sun chair of mine, and these days— more than ever before—I need a place to just ‘be’.

For a great deal of yesterday, the sun chair and I sat and listened to the sounds of life as they broke through the window beside us. The calming wind, the gum trees with their squawking cockatoos and paper leaves; there was also the beautiful music that flowed in through my ears and out through my soul. The sun chair and I listened to those sounds, and they became us for a while.

It was awfully nice.

I don’t know why I’ve chosen the sun chair as my new ‘happy place’, and I don’t think I really have to know. It just feels nice to be here, so I keep coming back.

I do love this sun chair of mine.

For all the reasons, really.

All of them.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

When Life Was Beautiful

It’s the third day of Christmas.

And here I am

sitting under the shade of a barky tree,

listening to the river,

counting my blessings as they float on by.

What is this beautiful life?

What is this warm breeze

that gives me everything I never knew I needed?

This feeling soothes me.

And every time it finds me

it’s essence fills me more

and more

and more

like a drug that’s addicted to me.

Oh, how I crave it.

Oh, how I wish it would stay.

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Life

Somewhere Summer

When the leaves start to fall and the sun slides all the way ’round to the other side of the world…

I get a little bit grumpy.

A little bit cooped up.

A little bit sad.

You could say I’m allergic to winter.

I know. Poor me.

Just think of my cold little toes!

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Maybe I just prefer bright.

Colour.

A bit of gold on a cloud.

A bit of glare on a train track.

A bit of peace from the wildlings who leap the couches and roar…

And climb me, like the ladder I so clearly am.

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And the gym!

My goodness, they’ll be pleased.

We miss you, they said in summer;

A pointy-fingered email for every time I chose to exercise in the great outdoors…

Instead of on their sweat-crusted cross trainer.

Yes, gym. It’s true.

The grey skies will bring me back to you.

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And don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad.

There’s the wood that crackles in the fire. The quiet moments that dull the adorable LOUD.

And then there’s you.

My friends in the north, peeling off your chunky wool sweaters. Frolicking in the splendor of a sun-lit strip.

I’ll think of you and your sweet, sweet summer and do you know what I’ll do?

I’ll smile. Because at least someone will be sipping Pina Coladas, pool-side.

Even if it won’t be me.

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