How do we move forward when things are such an awful sorry mess. How do we heal, how do we do better? On a human race level On a down and dirty, right here at home where we feel it most level with the people we love the most. Where relationships are hard and love is harder. And despite our love we can still get it wrong.
Since "regular" life stopped and the "great pause" as some call it began - - I've had the energy of a gnat And its surprised me no end I thought somehow I'd take to it like a duck to water. Time at home with nowhere to be has long been my love language. But turns … Continue reading Life in Slow Motion
No I haven't movedNo we didn't put up another wallWhat I did do after much umming and ahhing and toing and froing is buy the largest outdoor mat I could find.And its shown me that after all these years this ol house can still surprise the socks off me somedays.So in the interests of general … Continue reading The Outdoor Room I Never Knew I Had
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
What I do know is that I need a fair bit of quiet and time at home to keep me humming along nicely - - - but life doesn't always throw you that bone.
We have a way here in Australia of making molehills out of mountains. We fix things with a slap on the back and a "she’ll be right". And we fall apart later. Life can scatter us like the chicken feed I throw across my lawn of a morning. Life can have us all over the shop as we might say here, distant from ourselves, further away than our arms can reach.
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 I don’t have a balcony or a view of any exotic looking European buildings
What I do have is a great ugly back verandah that the dogs have the run of, It holds fine views of the two rabbit cages, a pumpkin vine gone wild and a lawn that nearly always needs mowing.
But she might be a beauty yet.
