The Friday Recliner went the way of the birds this week. As I've said before, sometimes I take my own advise and choose rest over pushing through, so Friday night I took cakes home in celebration of the end of the working week, cleaned up my tip of a kitchen, which was actually quite relaxing, … Continue reading Sunday Drive
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.
I had to remind myself that it's OK to start right where I am and its always ALWAYS OK to learn as I go and make mistakes and do things in my own way at my own pace. That goes for you too. And yes sometimes it takes a bit of trial and error to work out your own style and your own pace. But mistakes and working stuff out as you go is part of the process and its OK
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.
Joining up today with Photalife for #MySundayPhoto. Just one photo and a few words. A bit of a change from my wordier posts - part of my push this year to write simply from my heart without over censuring or overthinking and to go ahead and just try a few new things. Taken at Mollymook on the NSW South Coast, … Continue reading #MySundayPhoto – The Heat of the Moment
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)
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life - - - Psalm 23:6 Theres a little sign attached to a low red brick wall that I pass each morning as I walk the few blocks from my car to work. Im almost at work when I pass it, breathing … Continue reading All In
Water Into Wine 