I write everyday but the thought of journaling leaves me feeling a bit like this. Too much deep insight and meaningful thought required or so it seems. Especially in the early hours when I'm drinking my first cup of coffee like my life depended on it, which is when most good journalers journal. But I … Continue reading If Journaling Is Not Your Thing – Try this
We limp in, or stumble in, or edge in sideways with a hand over one eye or maybe we skirt around the edge for a bit and then fall in. Any which way were still in. A start is a start and humble shaky unsure beginnings I say are perfectly good beginnings
Seems I've created myself a work uniform. Totally by accident which is how I do most things. It started when I turned up at church with a hole in my shirt about a month ago. I was way early which never happens - so I walked to Big W where I happened upon two soft stretchy, ever so comfy long T-shirt’s, cut in a way that they actually have some shape and don't look like bags when they're on. I bought one black, one light grey.
Now if that sounds like we were out in the wilds, far from civilisation, fending for ourselves, sleeping rough and cooking over open fire
We were at a somewhat secluded camp ground an easyish 20 minute drive from a major town with powered site and hot water a short stroll away. We cooked on a gas stove and boiled water in my quite well fitted out caravan kitchen.
Yes I got me a couple of questions
WHY am I the only person in this house who knows how to change a toilet roll properly. Why when there's a perfectly respectable container for the dog food does my boy leave the bag of food next to it.
And with this last Christmas I was reminded all over again that being with the people I love wins out hands down without question over having everything go to plan OR ticking all the boxes on our "this is what we do at Christmas" list OR having the house all spruced and Christmas ready. Of course it's lovely when things do go to plan, when the food turns out how it's meant, when the house shines as I like it to and guests and or children, take your pick, behave the way they should. Lovely yes - but not essential to joy shared and thanks given and a good time being had. Not even nearly.
I'd had the 31st of May fixed in my head for a couple of reasons. Olivia had an inter school soccer tournament on that day and I'd been wondering if I should take the day off to go and cheer her on. And having been plodding away writing this post through most of May in … Continue reading Marking Time
Written words can also sing - Ngugi Thiong'o Now its no secret I like words and lots of them The written word over the spoken word any old day if I had to choose, if push came to shove. And January, as always, had me wading through a lovely sea of them. Theres all those new year … Continue reading Holiday Word Play (and Other Good Reads)