Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Start spreading the news… cheesy but it had to be done.

Now this may be run of mill, ho-hum, yawn material for 
some of you jet setters out there but, for me, it's pretty spectacular stuff…

via here
We leave for the United States tomorrow night!

It's my first time (my son's too - Hubby lived there for a year before we met)
To say that I'm excited is laughable because excited looks like comatosed
compared to my levels of freaking out right now.

I'm supposed to be packing.
I'm supposed to be cleaning for the house-sitter.
(thanks Sis!)
I'm supposed to be organising that last load of ironing.
I'm supposed to be doing anything but blogging …

…thing is I can't quite get my head around it.
Honestly.
It's as though it's happening to someone else in a movie.

I keep thinking about HERE and HERE 
and 
THIS and THIS 

and when I think of THIS
well then I just freak out all over again…

Peoples please wish my Hubby and Son good luck…
they're going to need it! 



Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Turning 40…keeping it real… gratitude and all the other stuff


So I'm 40
or … put another way…
I've arrived at the halfway mark if I live to be 80
…or…
I've spent 14 600 days upon this here planet!

Hip hip hoooray!! 

A wonderful weekend of celebrations
A trip planned to The Big Apple (squeal)
A whole lot of treats 
A face full of chocolate 
&
A reflective state of mind…
The result?

A blog post to commemorate the magnitude of having made it thus far…

So what does it mean to turn the big Four O?
Well it means whatever you want it to mean, I guess.

I've had a lot of people ask me how I feel about "getting older"
and whilst I'm not drawing wrinkles on my face (a healthy dose of 
vanity and self preservation does exist I assure you) I have to confess 
I feel blooming blessed… some people don't make it this far …. and I have.

I've lost friends and family members who would have given anything
to stick around and grow old with their partners, kids and grand kids.
I've seen to many people become preoccupied with looks, possessions
competition, money, politics blah blah blah… 

I've known myself all my life (pardon the pun) and I'm all too aware of what
it means to stress (I have been guilty of worrying just a tad too much in my time)
and lose perspective of what really matters… and as cliche as it sounds there 
REALLY are only a handful of things that REALLY matter … the rest is 
just filler peoples… and some of it pretty toxic filler at that.

I have so many blessings in my life and when I consider
the lives of those cut short, those who are alone, those who
have a sour disposition, those in poverty, those facing illness, 
those who hate the idea of getting older …. well then really all I
can do is smile and feel EXTRAORDINARILY grateful.

So here's to turning 40 … with pride and with gusto!
May the next 40 eclipse the last and may Cleo Magazine 
be telling the truth when they boldly state: 

40 is the new 30 Peoples! (!?)

Personally I may look older but I still feel like this 
little sprite inside….


 ...those legs still crack me up!

*******

How are you all going lovely peoples?
Care to comment on the "ageing process" ?
Do you feel like I do … that ageing is a blessing?
Do you resent getting older?
Do you think we worship youth and youth culture?
Do you think older is wiser?
Do you feel scared when you think of yourself at 50…60… 70?
Or (like me) are you curious… ready for new adventures… 
maybe even looking for new challenges??

Do tell

♥♥♥




Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Hot… just so hot...


It's February which means it's hot. 
Well here in Perth, Australia anyway



I always catch myself wishing for a seasons change just about the time it ACTUALLY does start to change -  and I find that rather comforting - as though Mother Nature can sense that I'm at my wits end with the dust, the flies, the heat and the drought… she knows I need the cooler evenings, the promise of rain and ….eventually…. the crisp cool bite of an Autumn morning. 


I know a lot of people who hate Winter and consider it blasphemous that I want to bid Summer farewell  but I think people are born for certain seasons… it's written in their DNA and their chromosomes can't help but either thrive or recoil depending on the temperature outside…. is that a tad dramatic? 
Actually it is a bit dramatic but hey…. that's in my DNA too.


Hubby and I are facing a small crisis at the moment… you see we have people building next door to us
and they have had to carve up the land like a cake in order to accommodate the pad for their house.
Just to paint a picture here - Kalamunda (my town) is on a hill - which is basically a large rock.
So for about SIX weeks we've had a rock breaker & various other large diggers battering 
away at the ground filling the air with the finest orange dust and shaking my house to it's core.
It's been SH*T 


So we keep running away to the sea, the city, friends… anywhere basically to escape the madness.
I do need to add that they are THE NICEST neighbours anyone could wish for which makes hating the situation all the more difficult ….we have no fence to keep the dog in, dust EVERY WHERE - and I 'aint exaggerating peoples (I can taste it in the air!) a patio that's uninhabitable, a feral cat that keeps spraying during the night and…. well …. its' just been a bit of a muchness really.


Buy hey… At least I have a house. At least there are belongings and items within that need dusting.
At least it's only dust (I've seen the flood damage in the UK… blessings to you all)
So as much as I'm letting off steam I do know in my heart that - as with all things - 
"This too shall pass"


In the meantime it's better to savour what one has rather than long for what is clearly lacking.

I have also been practicing meditation and Kundalini Yoga  - which I am 
sure (POSITIVE) has helped to keep me sane.

Couple that with tea, good books*, chocolate, work, movies and 
family and I'm pretty sure I'll survive what I'm now affectionately terming
 "The Desert Storm of 2014"

*(...anyone else loved Gone Girl? … Bloomindales!! I couldn't put it down!!
In a rather twisted way it made me feel like my "foibles and idiosyncrasies" are 
small fries compared to the likes of those two!!)


How are you all going?
Have you all enjoyed your Summer/Winter this year?
Are you ready for Easter Eggs?
(I only ask because they are sticking them on the shelves
already…. MADness)

What about great films, books?
I'm sooooo looking forward to seeing THIS
and I think I'd like to read THIS next  - I caught the 
RADIOLAB podcast about it and …Wowsers.





Well it's been a post about not much really
Apologies - people
I need to jazz it up I know

I have a backlog of controversial, interesting & debatable topics
I have a dozen or more recipes to share
I have at least a HUNDRED pins that I swoon over daily
I have craft ideas, I have new music love and I have
lots more boring beach shots… but for now I just wanted to say what
I've said and be done with it.

Have a super Wednesday, a fabulous Thursday and then a TRULY
wicked Friday peoples… it's Labour day weekend here so travel safe on the 
roads and hug your loved ones extra hard. Just do.

♥♥♥








Thursday, January 16, 2014

Shhhhh.....


What do you do to keep calm?
Do you think it's ok to lose your marbles?
Are we really a sea of tranquility beneath it ALL?

What does it mean to stay sane?
Weren't all the greats at least a little bit crazy?

Who sets the benchmark?
How calm is too calm?
Is it good for you...
(even if just once in a blue moon)
 ...to just go batpoop mad?

What brings you back down ... to the stillness, to the quiet?
Tips to achieve a balance between the go and the stop?

Balance... there's that word again.

I think that's what the future holds for me right now
The challenge of learning to wise-up and let go

Let go of the stuff that does NOT matter
(and let's face it ... only 5% REALLY matters... agreed?)
..and allow what really needs to happen... to happen

I'm thinking (too much)...

... and I'm ready to stop now

To REALLY stop.
The chatter, the crazy, the whoosh, the whirr... you know what I mean yes?

I'm after that stuff they call "inner peace" ...
 and if you've just gagged or baulked or rolled your eyes I can understand

It's such a cliche nowadays that I think we've lost sight
of what it means to have a stillness that you can rely on...

... an inner sanctum that nothing can penetrate...

So much stuff whizzing about the place... the news (eek)
the net, the papers, the shops, the sounds, the workplace, the traffic...

.... Shhhhh...

Just Shhhh for one second please.

I need some calm
... and I need it now





Thursday, January 9, 2014

A little more … a little less...


There's a rhythm in rush these days
Where the lights don't move and the colours don't fade
Leaves you empty with nothing but dreams
In a world gone shallow 
In a world gone lean


Sometimes there's things a man cannot know
Gears won't turn and the leaves won't grow
There's no place to run and no gasoline
Engine won't turn
And the train won't leave


I will stay with you tonight
Hold you close 'til the morning light
In the morning watch a new day rise
We'll do whatever just to stay alive
We'll do whatever just to stay alive 


Well the way I feel is the way I write 
It isn't like the thought of a man who lies
There is a truth and it's on our side
Dawn is coming
Open your eyes
Look into the sun as the new days rise


And I will wait for you tonight
You're here forever and you're by my side
I've been waiting all my life
I can hear your heart as it's keeping time
We'll do whatever just to stay alive


Dawn is coming open your eyes


Dawn is coming open your eyes


Dawn is coming open your eyes

(Music and words by Jose Gonzales)



*****

Happy New Year to all of you lovely wonderful people!
Welcome to new followers and thank you from my core
for taking the time to read my humble "secret garden"

I have yet to collect myself and begin with my own words
so I decided to let these inspiring lyrics say it for me

What I can say for sure though is this:

I'd like my now, my tomorrow and my forever to have just 
a little more play and little less doubt 
a little more hope and a little less stress
a little more fun and a little less pushing
a little more Yessss! and a little less Noooo!

Maybe if I can just tip the scales slightly
I'll slide in the right direction

You?
Your new year?
What would you like a little more of and a little less of?

♥♥♥









Sunday, November 24, 2013

On Motherhood ....

Modigliani

when they hand you your child...
(unless you were blessed enough to pull life out yourself)

they do not have any advice that suits
because they are not us and we are not them...

and this is not theirs ... and nor is it ours


National Geographic

what did Gibran say?

... something about ...

"They come through you but not from you
and they are with you yet they belong not to you"

but then why did I have them?



Dorothea Lange 

what love is this?
that robs me of my selfish senses
that guilts me into stifling tears of hellish exhaustion
that rips my heart out with every smile and hands it back bigger than before


Frederick Warren Freer

that confuses my career with things that matter
that draws from me a lullaby and reads to me of monkeys
and faeries and dinosaurs 
that halves me and then makes me whole again ...


Fine Art America
..... what love is this?

*****


I've been reading a lot about motherhood on blogs lately
It would seem a topic that raises many an eyebrow, an opinion 
and, more often than not, a passionate response

I found the above piece of writing in amongst my scribblings a few weeks ago.
I wrote it when my son was about two years old (14 years ago now!!)
(I dragged it out to use as a comment on Pia's heartwarming post about Motherhood, 
blogging and telling it like it is - it made me laugh to read just how overwhelmed I seemed)

Fact:

There are no facts. Parenting is just too subjective. It's human. It's diverse. It's fickle.
With the exception of love (immense, fierce and frightening love) there are simply
no hard and fast rules... just good intentions)

Fiction:

You'll feel the same way about parenting in three, seven, sixteen years - as you do now


Me?

I became a mother 16 years ago ... 
(I consider the very second I saw the "second blue line" the start of the journey)

I had already miscarried once ... quite late in term...
I was ecstatic, petrified and very hormonal

Upon giving birth I stared at this little bundle, with great trepidation, 
wondering if I was up to the task 
(I prayed that mothers instinct was NOT a myth)

We were a one income (small income) family
We were renting a closet
We were very young
We were exhausted almost all of the first two years
I was often filled with a longing to go back to work....
... that vaporised every time I thought about daycare

My dear mother ensured that Hubby and I were able to have a reasonable
(albeit diminished) social life and of course immeasurable support and love

We were happy. So very happy.
Ours was a healthy, content, chubby cheeked boy who lit up our hearts

I have stumbled along the way
I have made some hilarious mistakes*
I have doffed my hat to those who have more than one 
I made A LOT of it up as I went along and I have loved 93% of the task
(7% = sickness, sleepless nights, arguing with a teenager &
losing my child in Piccadilly Circus)

Although I'm not a new mum I truly love reading all about the adventures, emotions, opinions, misgivings and fiesty viewpoints of mothers the world around...

Artemis writes about her feelings on mama-hood ....
Hannah writes about her views on gender stereotyping as a parent...
Lisa writes about loving barefoot boys  .....

And I just love it all

To all the mums out there... whether today is a triumph or a struggle, 
 I salute you all with such immense respect and admiration.... 

... what love this is indeed.

* when our son was but a wee 8 year old he asked what a condom was... surprised and slightly taken aback, Hubby and I proceeded to stumble our way through a haphazard explanation that left him with the most confused and befuddled expression on his face. 

When we asked him what was troubling him he replied:

That makes no sense at all because on the tv show The Nanny,  
Fran says  "Oh Mr Sheffield can we live in a condo by the sea"

... yep we had heard wrong and confused condo with condom.

Happy days.... ♥








Sunday, November 17, 2013

Oh I do love to be beside the seaside...


A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.
Franz Kafka 


On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
Alexander Pope


There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; 
there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
Victor Hugo


The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, 
the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
Henry Beston


A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Honore de Balzac


You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean;
 if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
Mahatma Gandhi


Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.
Ambrose Bierce


I pray to be like the ocean, with soft currents, maybe waves at times. 
More and more, I want the consistency rather than the highs and the lows.
Drew Barrymore


♥♥♥

Impromptu
Packed in a hurry
Audiobook on the drive down - The Fry Chronicles
Gin & Tonics at Sunset
Midnight stroll in the moonlight
Holding hands with your soul mate
Big (mahoosive) bowls of pasta
Sand in my shoes

Life is wonderful