Lessons from an L Shaped Hallway

June 17, 2017June 23, 2017 ~ traceyatwaterintowine ~ 14 Comments

This post written for Women Connect. You can read more about that here .

“the in-between place is still a place” Christie Purifoy

I read these words a few weeks ago now and as sometimes happens with words that strike a chord, they’ve stayed with me.

They made me think of my narrow L shaped hallway.

Its an in-between place.

In between the living areas of the house and more business end of the house. I charge down this hallway arms full on one mission or another day in and day out. Another towel being delivered to the bathroom because no one in this house remembers to take a towel with them to the shower. Or on my way to the laundry, another load of clothes to go in or come out or be hung up, sometimes all three. School uniforms to be ironed, hair to be washed, a bath to be filled. Always something.

Theres the familiar give in one tiny section of the floor where a board has cracked that my feet always seem to find. Dust collects along the skirting boards and gathers in corners and seems on a mission as well – to constantly collect in great heaps just to taunt me. Swishing a mop along those edges right up to the front door feels like a victory in itself but that dust – it has a way of finding its way back.

I wonder how many miles I do in a day, early morning, late at night, up and down – how many do we all do – feeling like we’re getting no where fast

And yep a lot of life is lived in in-between places. Not where we were but not where we want to be either. Between what was and the place our hearts compass has us pointed – the longed for job, the house finished, our goal weight, the debt paid off, something to come or something to go, a big break, a move, a healing, an answer.

And a couple of things can happen.

We can either be in one heck of a rush to put some space between where we are now and where we want to be or we get a lost in the throws of the everyday hard work, the up and down of the same hallways, the in and out, the dust piling up again and lose sight of where we are headed. Drowning not waving.

Either way the difference its the same – we can miss the gift that is the “right now”, we can miss the unique shape and rise and fall of it, we can miss what it might tell us and teach us, we might even miss its beauty.

And I get it “right here” might not be where you thought you would be because you know as well as I that life can’t be trusted to stay the same or to do whats its told. Right now might feel about as bent out of shape as it can get with so many “not yets” and “what ifs”, with so many questions and so much waiting – that somedays we might wonder whose life we are living because it sure doesn’t feel like ours.

Yet even in the in-between place are signs and signposts of the eternal running right beneath our fingertips, just below the surface of our daily work. They point the way , they remind us of who we are are and where we are going, they remind us of the story God is writing with our lives right here, right now.

So I’ll tell you a few other things about my skinny hallway

Ken calls it “the gallery” as a bit of a joke but space is short in my tiny house so each part has to play its part – even the most ordinary of parts. So its lined with paintings – mostly the thrifted kind and mostly Australian landscapes because I love a country landscape and they make me feel peaceful just looking at them. Photographs too – wedding photos and the cutest of the squishy faced baby photos some in ornate frames some in old vintage frames because I like the mix of the old and new and I love their little faces. I’ve positioned them all in groups so there is a “view” as you come out of each door. Destinations for my eyes – like mini breaks and a diversion from the dust.In one corner theres nothing. A hall table was there for a very long while and now that its moved the clear space too is a relief for my eyes. No furniture to wash around, nothing in the way just clear uncluttered space.

On the walls theres maybe a 100 tiny nail holes that have been made in the wrong place – evidence of my picture arranging and rearranging and arranging again and not measuring ever. I’d like to think I was more precise and methodical but the nail holes tell the real story.

Theres a bookshelf too – an ordinary looking bookshelf except that it isn’t. My father made it for me what must be 30 years ago now and its still standing strong despite its age. Me too I hope. It was pushed into the hallway just to get it out of the way and it seems like it was made for this space. A happy accident. Its narrow and tucks into the wall barely noticeable but its a spot to put a few nice things on and the extra storage goes a long way.It just so happens that it covers a hole in the wall too. That hole was first made by Ken years ago now. He hit it out sheer frustration when our boy Ethan 18 months old broke his leg for the second time in a year and it felt like our world was coming apart again. Our only job to protect him and keep him safe and we couldn’t seem to do it. Ken patched the hole later and painted it over but a few years later it was opened up again. Exact same spot. This time by Ethan himself. His hand went through it running full pelt up the hallway playing chasies with a friend on his back. Yes a house full of kids, a birthday party I think, a rollicking good game being had and Ethan a force to be reckoned with. My heart full. I remember Ken being a bit annoyed at the time with the kids “wrecking the house” but truly that ship had sailed a while before and I reminded him, as good wives do why the wall was weak in that spot. I reminded him that Ethan running full pelt anywhere was our prayers of years ago answered, our dreams come true with his bones gaining strength all the time and him growing fast and big and strong. Yes even the things we think broken and gaping, the things we might choose to cover up carry messages of our redemption and are reminders of where God has shown up in our lives.

And in my rushing up and down that hallway I only have to catch a glimpse of those sweet little baby faces and I’m reminded oh this place is good and this life is good. I’m reminded that my prayer was answered and I can believe they’ll continue to be answered. The questions and the frustrations and the overwhelm are real but they find there place smaller and less significant than they seemed before because life is a whole lot of dealing with the “bad” but look how glorious is the good.

“Even in the waiting, the listening, and the watching for what’s next, there is still so much right here”. Emily P Freeman

So much goodness, so much life, so much of our story, so much of God, more than we see with our eyes or even touch with our hands.

Even narrow L shaped hallways can remind us of that and inspire us somedays

In an in between place:

We can get a bit disconnected from ourselves so create some mini breaks for your heart and soul. Make some room for the the things you love and that make you feel better and more you just by doing them. Even in the smallest increments its like sunshine to our souls. Not so much as a distraction but a life line that helps connect us with ourselves and brings peace and calm and much needed perspective.
Our brains can go into overload – so leave yourself a little blank space, some unscheduled time. No lists, no have to do’s, no planning or scheming or scheduling or doing. Just clear space – thinking, pondering, praying, doodling, staring into space or at the garden or out the window time – even just for the littlest of bits it works wonders. “Choosing to leave practical things undone is a brave act of trust and relinquishment. And relinquishment precedes the miracle” “Open (your) hands and surrender how you think life should look and in the release, you become fully yourself. Shelly Miller, Rhythms of Rest
We might feel ashamed of where we find ourselves and of what we have or haven’t accomplished but our mistakes tell our story as much as our victories so let the nail holes show. They’re signs we haven’t given up on ourselves or on our dreams or our destination. Signs that we are still trying and learning and giving things a shot. No shame there. “Lets not fear making a mess, lets not fear broken things” Christie Purifoy
There is so much more good then we might think at first glance so look for and celebrate the “happy accidents”, the things that come our way by sheer grace. Unexpected goodnesses – not planned on, not worked for – just given. The company of a good friend, a good word, a sunset, a blue sky, a last minute reprieve, ten minutes of silence – windfalls for the heart, just at the right time, in the right place. They carry us further than we think. Easy to miss, easy to overlook if were not paying attention but “when things aren’t perfect, which is always, you have to choose what you are going to focus on” Myquillyn Smith
And finally – look for the handprint of God in your life, trace its lines, run your finger along the imprint, even along the bumpy scar lines – they tell the truest story. Its your story and “right now” is part of the bigger story being crafted with your life. See how far you have come, see where He has been. That casts a better light, that brings some form and meaning and place to the present. Nothing lost, nothing wasted, all woven in, whatever its current shape. This place is for a reason, lets dare to call it good.

“Surely the Lord is in this place and I wasn’t even aware of it” Genesis 28:16

Yes God is found in these awkward in between places, in the cracks and crevices of our lives, in the places we feel stranded or squeezed in tight. The very One who sent Jesus down low to the ground with a purpose, to embrace us travellers still dusty and dirty from the road – “to steadfastly whisper, I’ve got you, keep going.”

Love from my home to yours

Tracey xx

Linking Up with #Porch Stories with Kristin Hill Taylor and Chasing Community with Brenda Bradford Ottinger and Tell His Story with Jennifer Dukes Lee

What I Found – April May Edition

June 6, 2017June 23, 2017 ~ traceyatwaterintowine ~ 13 Comments

“Pleasured equally, In seeking as in finding” Langston Hughes

Time to take a peek at what I’ve found for the months just gone. A two for one this time around but doesn’t April feel like forever ago, May too – the days sprint by so fast and if not for a diary where I scribble and an iPhone full of photos how much of it would I remember, how much would be dogeared in my mind. Its why I’m fond of this monthly look back at what I’ve been doing and what I’ve been finding and occasionally what Ive been learning – its slows me down and it helps me take notice.

So today I’ve narrowed it down to my six best finds for April and May

1. Outdoor Day Bed

So this curb side find was actually Ken’s find not mine. I’ll admit I groaned a bit inwardly when I came home from work and saw something loaded on his truck because he hasn’t always backed a winner when it comes to finding things by the road. But bless him I can’t complain as he only does this kind of thing because of me. See the curb side browsing is my problem and lets just say Ken learnt the hard way that when I holler PULLOVER!! out of the blue when he’s driving that its not a medical emergency nor are the police behind us – no need for the white face or shaky hands or even the bewildered stare – it just means I’ve spotted something really good.

This time it was all him and it was this – a daybed – the frame in tact and solid – just your standard powder coated frame somewhat worse for wear around the edges. The winner though was the mattress that went with it. Now mattress and road side find are not two words you usually want to put together but this one complete with spotless cover looked amazing. I went over with a trained eye before it even left the truck. It looked entirely unused, very solid, with a cover made of waterproof type outdoor fabric. To me it looks like its been sitting in storage and is a total winner. The frame could do with a coat of paint – undecided on colour but we have set her up and I’ve now a spot for all the throws and cushions that seem to find there way to the lounge room floor.

Full disclosure – this is her naked with rust spots on show and no longer entirely spotless since we’ve been throwing ourselves on it.

And this is her dressed up.

Makes a comfy place to sit on our back terrace.

2. This Bag

For my birthday I took a day off work and in addition to eating a beautiful breakfast not cooked by me and having a lovely pedicure while sitting in a massage chair I got to wander around a favourite thrift store. Not in a rush, not with just minutes to spare, I got to stroll at leisure for a good while. There were a few finds – a sturdy white bowl because I can’t seem to pass up a handy bowl, a basket of course and some lovely yellow striped fabric – but the best of them was a new handbag. This one caught my eye because it stands up all on its own so I can just toss things in easily and it has the magnetic closure clip that I like. It was unused which is a nice bonus and still had that new bag smell. So why do I mostly buy handbags at thrift stores? Because I can get a much better quality bag than what I would get with the budget I have at a normal retail store. This one was $9.00 and I don’t want to be anywhere near a bag I could buy for $9.00 at Strandbags. The other thing – because Ive only paid $9.00 I don’t feel like I have to keep it forever which is how we feel if we have paid $150.00 – easily done when buying a nice bag. This one I can pass on any time if I want without feeling like I’ve been awfully extravagant but after a few weeks she’s still doing all the right things so I’ve no plans to move on quite yet.

3. These Geraniums

I have four pots on the back terrace that have been empty forever waiting for just the right plants. Officially I think you would call them urns and I got them when I did this wedding . At Christmas time I always fill them with bushy greenery from the garden but apart from that they sit empty. So walking into the shops with Livvy recently she asked me what we getting (I have no idea now what we were getting) but I do remember saying “what I really want is four matching plants no more than $2.00 each – what are my chances?”. Quite good as it turned out because I found geranium plants for $2.00 each all a similar size. I found plastic drainage pots just the right size to fit into the urns and with the bag of potting mix it was about a $15.00 project – all in all a good shopping day and I now have plants in urns prettying up the outdoor area.

4. Anne with an E

Livvy and I had this new adaptation of Anne of Green Gables that just came out here on Netflix devoured in a jiffy. We had been counting down the days and while we were waiting watched the 1985 CBC mini series on DVD. Livvy was enraptured of course and me not far behind. Now its worth watching just for the opening music and graphics which are so good (see below) and for THE HOUSE !!! All spare and white with big open rooms and fires and solid hand hewn furniture, then the prettiest blue green in the good front room because they had parlours in those days !! I stopped short of sketching out the layout.

A lot has been added to the original story in this retelling and being a bit of a purist when it comes to an original story its annoying at first. The simplest way to say it is they have expanded on the underlying themes hinted at but not discussed in the original book. Big serious themes like child abuse and child labour, abandonment, coming of age, lost love, discrimination, class discrimination, the education of girls and the role of women in society – yep it has the works and makes for a whole lot grittier story thats kind of at odds with the lightness and innocence of the original. For me once you come to terms with the change off pace it that regards then its captivating viewing. Acting therein is AMAZING, scenery, music and that house are amazing and we are waiting with bated breath for Season 2 but I am hoping it doesn’t get too much darker

You can read a review here.

5. Online

If you like the idea of a spontaneous mini break but don’t want it to cost you an arm and a leg have a read of this one. Agent Grace has some really great ideas for keeping the costs low and the relaxation high.

Operation: MINIBREAK

And a couple for the heart.

http://www.christiepurifoy.com/2017/05/25/gardenbound-a-maplehurst-tour/ — Photo by Christie Purifoy

This ladies writing unfolds like a melody and if your a gardener, a would be gardener or you just like staring out windows at gardens you will enjoy reading this.

Garden Bound: A Maplehurst Tour by Christie Purifoy

http://emilypfreeman.com/feels-like-long-road-back/ — Photo by Emily P Freeman

I’ll read anything Emily Freeman writes but some posts seem to arrive with perfect timing. This was one.

When It feels Like A Long Way Back by Emily P Freeman

6. In My Garden

Always amazed and inspired by what I find with a wander around my garden.

I found these layered pots in a shady corner on a quick early morning turn around the garden before work. This always does me the world of good if I’m feeling a bit blah as happens at times. I’m a home body at heart and the trek off to work each day as much as I love the job takes its toll. Give me ten minutes in the garden though and I feel a whole lot more like I can take on the world. A reminder that “ordinary places can become sanctuaries” Emily P Freeman These guys were almost totally covered by fishbone fern with the plants looking a bit sad and neglected. I dragged them out of their forgotten corner and they are now sitting by my front door where they can be admired and given a bit of attention

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And heres what else happened in a forgotten part of my garden while I wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention. My “flapjack” plant only tiny when I shoved it into a pot had without any help from me been growing madly in great leaps and bounds. It has at least quadrupled in size if not more and I found it bursting out of the pot it was in. Now in a much bigger pot with room to breath and stretch and grow some more Ive placed it in prime position so I can admire her each time I walk up my car port stairs. What I learnt from this humble plant? – bloom where your planted, don’t let lack of attention or applause or less than ideal circumstances stop you doing your thing whatever that is. Hemmed in on all sides – tucked away and hidden ? – grow anyway, bloom anyway, start where you are, give what you’ve got and just do your thing.

And finally these

Which is what happens when you don’t mow your grass for two months. Unbeknownst to me the pumpkin plant from next door grew under the fence and spread out at leisure across the lawn and these are what I harvested when I mowed the jungle of a lawn last weekend. Sometimes its scary what happens when your not paying attention.

So thats it for my finds big and small for the last two months.

Any finds your way?

Linking up with:

Emily P Freeman’s What I learned This Spring Link Up. Yep its Autumn down this way but the idea is the same – we are all learning things all the time so share away in the comments below if you’d like.

Porch Stories with Kristin Hill Taylor

Chasing Community with Brenda Bradford Ottinger

Love from my home to yours

Tracey xx

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Five Minute Friday – More (or Less)

May 1, 2017June 1, 2017 ~ traceyatwaterintowine ~ 4 Comments

Five Minute Friday on a Monday night but it still works the same way. Prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no over editing.

This weeks prompt word is MORE

We always think we need more, if not for now then for later, for just in case. Survival instinct I guess – the more we have the safer we feel.

But what if we used – really used – what we already have. Used it to its fullest potential without waiting for more. What if we wrung the day dry of its possibilities and opportunities – use up every bit without waiting for more or better before we begin. Wouldn’t there be more just by doing that- more contentment, more joy, more peace – bound to be.

I think sometime I’d like more house.

I live in a small house and there is always the temptation to think all my household woes would be solved by more space. Sheer square footage would be nice but I’d settle for more just in the way of storage space – cupboards and closets and just generally more places to shove things.

But more isn’t always more. More space can get filled up with stuff you don’t really need exactly the same way your existing space can and your no further ahead. A big space can be unfunctional and uncomfortable and unmanageable just the same as a small space can. Big or small, more or less – its all in what you do with it.

If I think about it what I’m really wanting at home is not so much more space – what I’m wanting is less chaos and less clutter and less crazy and for that maybe I don’t need more – maybe I need less.

I know from experience the one thing that makes the biggest difference in a small house is less stuff. That right there my friend is easier said than done and an ongoing process in this wee house. The pay off though of opening a cupboard door and not have things fall on me, the pleasure of an empty shelf and a clear line of sight and drawers you can open makes it worth the tough decisions and the ruthless and relentless decluttering.

I’ve such a long way to go with this , theres still stuff piled up around here and too many cupboards shoved full. But I’m heart set on making the most of what this little house has to offer, set on uncovering her beauties and on making more of what looks like less to the untrained eye. This idea of rescue and redemption and bringing back from the edge is one that runs fast through my veins and a challenge I can’t help but rise to.

What about you, what are you wanting more or less of?

You can read what other people have done with their five minutes here

Or you can join in with some story telling and heart sharing at #porchstories right here.

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#MySundayPhoto – What Progress Looks Like

April 23, 2017June 23, 2017 ~ traceyatwaterintowine ~ 4 Comments

“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it” Ivan Panin

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I know, I know its just an ordinary old tap attached to a nondescript brick wall.

Nothing interesting here except that I’ve not had a tap on this wall or in any vicinity of my back yard now for over ten years.

So to me it looks like progress and feels an awful lot like luxury.

No more joining two hoses together and dragging them the full length of the front yard and up the side of the house and right around the back, no more running the gauntlet up and down the yard to turn the tap on and off, no more looking for hose connectors gone astray, no more sloshing water in and out of the house to fill the dog bowl and water the chooks.

In short sheer luxury.

I now have water at my finger tips two feet from the chooks and not much further to the dogs. I can now hose the garden and the pot plants and the verandah and the kids jumping on the trampoline without working up a sweat.

But its been a little while coming.

Ten years ago now we began – and I use the word very loosely – “landscaping” our back yard. The tap that happened to stand between bull dozer and access to the back yard was a casualty. The pipe was capped and the tap itself put aside for the “time being”. That time being lasted until a few weeks ago when Ken and I started installing some drainage in the side yard – another project a long time coming. Unknowing and unskilled we’ve done OK but we drew the line at putting in the tap. By some alignment of the planets and with a plumber actually willing to turn up when we wanted him to, which isn’t always a given around these parts – the long anticipated backyard tap was reinstalled in a jiffy without fuss or fanfare. Joy. After all that time so happy I could have wept – for the tap now and for the progress made.

Something banal and common place yes – but its looking kind of beautiful to me.

Whats looks like progress at your house?

What feels like luxury?

Lv Tracey xx

Joining in with #MySundayPhoto today

What I Found in March

April 14, 2017June 23, 2017 ~ traceyatwaterintowine ~ 8 Comments

“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

So time for a little looking back at what I found during the month just gone.

Wondering why I do that ?? Well this post will fill you a bit. I like this practice of looking back , its simple but it does good work. We rush through life so quick . We forget so easy what’s held our attention and grabbed our hearts. We can forget what’s changed us. This looking back at even the small incidental things slows me down and helps me take notice. Hoping it helps you do the same.

So March it seems for whatever reason had me up to my heart strings in memories of one kind or another. Totally unplanned, they just kept sneaking up on me and not always welcome I might add. Thats the thing about memories – they don’t ask permission, they don’t make an appointment, they just hit you full on and right in the gut sometimes. But lets starts with some good finds

At The Shops

Had a few good thrift shop and other store finds – nothing over $5.00 and most under $2.00 that include vintage glassware (love) an enormous gold tray, some pretty scarves – one as big as a tablecloth which is what I’ve used it for, more gold in some collapsable storage containers, a woven planter and a few pots of greenery which always spend a good couple of weeks decorating my kitchen bench before they find a permanent home.

Any good thrift store finds your way?

At Home

I found this box of crafty bits and bobs, coloured letters, stickers, glitter, ribbon you name it left over from my scrapbooking days tucked away in a corner of my bedroom .

Olivia and I had put a bit of a dent in it by the time I took the photo but this is what we did .

Yes it feels kind of silly to be spending time prettying up my diary when theres a trillion other things I could be doing BUT it’s time spent with my girl and she thinks its a perfect way to spend an afternoon. What gave it away? She kept saying “Oh I love this” “I love doing this with you Mum” so I’m thinking its kind of perfect too and – – – – everything else can just wait. In a blink this little girl will be grown and yes we’ll probably be doing other things together but for now that sweet spot involves cutting and sticking and secret telling on a Sunday afternoon.

Online

This post

What It Feels Like When Your Kids Are Growing Up by Emily P Freeman

On Instagram

Good finds house shaped and heart shaped

@my colourful home Her words are in Dutch but her decorating style definitely speaks my language. Soo pretty and so organised !!

2. And these words from Lisa Jo Baker to celebrate International Womens Day on March 8th. She nailed it as always.

The Memory Keeper

Now my hurtle down memory lane started with this sweet little vintage tin that came to me for safekeeping. It caught my attention straight up because it’s old and dinged up which is just how I like things and because of the pretty picture of Sydney Harbour (pre Opera House it looks like).

It belongs to my mother and she doesn’t recall when or where she got or what it originally had in it (I do like to know these things) but I discovered that like a time capsule its crammed full of our family history. Cards from long ago birthdays , letters written in beautiful old fashioned hand, birth notices, death notices. Joys and heartbreaks all jumbled up together because that’s how joy and heartbreak work. There are fragile newspaper clippings – a few lines about my parents wedding and a front page picture of my paternal grandmother in the 1951 Anzac Day March. I can’t help but wonder what she dreamed of, what did she want for her children, what road did she travel to bring her there that day. I’d like to scroll back or at least enlarge the view.

I’m conscious of the stories and lives contained in this tin, precious souls whose lives and history have bled into mine. I daren’t stay too long or look too hard less it swallow me whole. There’s only the vaguest temptation to organise and catalogue and scrapbook it all into a meaningful whole but they’re not mine to do so. Mostly I want to leave them as they were left. Untampered with, unorganised, pushed in and layered on top of one another as memories tend to be. Kept safe but at a safe distance. Grateful to be able to take a peek, to pay my respect and grateful to put the lid put back on on tight.

Now the second “incident” that occurred was a few Fridays ago watching an interview on ABC s One Plus One with iconic Australian singer John Paul Young. I’ll apologise right now that while the spirit of what Im saying will translate some of the references here might only strike a chord if your are an Aussie and are old enough to remember the seventies music of this guy. Anyone? Now I’ll quickly admit it was all a little before my time but I was alive and with a sister 5 years older than me who never missed an episode of Countdown this music is (as I found out) apparently seared into my brain. I was only half watching until they played his first song Pasadena and then OMG!!!

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I was 10 years old again – all adrift and alone, the world a bumpy, hard, uncomfortable place – the memories vague but the emotions real and sharp. Goodness me music can take us places and this place hurt my skin and had me ducking for cover.

I guess some recollections hit our emotions like a tonne of bricks because of whats lost and gone – our youth, our innocence, people, things we dreamed for, time that can’t be gotten back. And there’s that pang of longing for a do over even when we know its not possible, a chance to do things better, to make different choices, to grab back and use every moment and second to its fullest because now we know what we didn’t then – thats its gone in an instant.

But where it leaves me once I’ve pulled myself clear of that freight train is face on the ground grateful. Grateful for redemption and for rescue. Grateful that I made it out alive and with some hope still in tact. Yes sorry for whats lost but grateful for prayers prayed long ago that made a difference in my life. Grateful for fresh mercy daily and the opportunity to rewrite my story and to begin again. It’s easier said then done but that part is mine, what’s lost isn’t.

“There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.”
― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

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I like these words from Emily P Freeman

All we have is this day, this great right now. Let’s look around, let’s be all here if we can, and give ourselves permission to grieve what we need to grieve and to not be afraid.

Now I wont leave you on that melancholy note – heres a find that is totally for fun. With my interest piqued by that interview and my weeping done I did some googling and found this great clip on youtube of John Paul Young in his heyday singing live on Sydney Harbour. Worth a look just to see Sydney Harbour circa 1976 and to see what everyone had on. As I said a bit before my time but another song dogeared in my memory. I showed Olivia and her response: “Oh I love that – I want to keep singing it” The fashions and dance style may change but some music don’t get old. Your welcome.

John Paul Young – I Hate The Music (1976)

Now your turn – any finds big or small your way recently? Would love to hear

Wishing you all a happy Easter and I’ll leave you finally with this beautiful quote.