#1866 Peninsula sunset no. 10

As long as we have a view, I will keep taking these photos:

I mean, who knows where we might be 10 years from now… still in this home, or maybe another? I don’t know. I have no plans to move, but often in life things happen that we never would have expected.

I don’t try to assume to know, or plan for too much anymore. Because LIFE.

I captured this sky tonight, and I just loved the beams of sun rays bursting through the clouds, creating a beautiful glistening outline from each puff of white up there.

Just beautiful. I can’t get enough.

#1859 Autumn sunset

This season, I knew what would happen.

This is our fifth Autumn in our Sea change location. I’ve gotten used to the yin and yang, the ebb and flow of things, the extreme contrasts we experience in the weather here, day in and day out.

Well, you can’t ever really know what to expect from Melbourne weather, can you? But, we’re ALL getting there, aren’t we?

And so, tonight.

I love the orange warmth that stretches across the sky.

The wispy grey clouds that lie lazily across the sharp blue impending night.

The glow on the horizon that lights up the rooms of our home.

The way the weather is slowly getting cooler, and yet the sky is getting even more beautiful.

That, is the Autumn sunset. 🌅🍂

#1851 Sunshine on the water

We sat down to dinner tonight, and I happened to look out, beyond baby girl, to the waters behind her.

I loved what I saw.

A halo of light, the sun breaking through the clouds, illuminating the beautiful Bay below it.

It made me feel like God was there, parting the sky to speak down and tell us some extraordinary truth…

Leaving a beautiful glow in His wake. 💖🙏

#1820 Pink and grey up there

Things are so often muddled in life.

It’s neither here, or there.

It’s neither black or white.

Right or left.

Correct or wrong.

Up or down.

Happy or sad.

Rather, it’s a whole lot of GREY.

So much of it is in the middle. In that really confusing, uncertain, unknown place known as limbo.

Yes. That’s where most of life, most of us, most of everything, LIES.

And yet amongst all of this, there is also HOPE.

In the form, of PINK.

Check out tonight’s sunset. Such interesting cloud formations. Stripes of fluoro through the sky.

It makes one think, that maybe things can one day be…

Here.

White.

Right.

Correct.

Up, and lastly…

HAPPY.

#1770 “Like we did before”

Last week, it was 2…

This week, 3.

Events that is. On the same Saturday.

🤦‍♀️

Honestly, it was good. More than that, it was excellent.

And going beyond the beautiful faces we saw, that we hadn’t seen for so long…

The laughter we shared with our loved ones…

The places we visited, and the many more memories we made there…

It was the acknowledgement of hope, of breaking through to the other side, of that thing that I spoke about so much during covid…

Getting there.

It was all of this, and realising that the light is really truly coming my way.

Like the sky today. So brilliantly blue, the sun shyly peeking from behind the tree’s branches, ready to spring out and yell “peek a boo!” to announce it’s grand arrival at any moment.

And those white clouds… they were necessarily there to show us how beautiful the sky was, in their slow departure.

But they’re going. Just look at them leaving the scene.

And on our way home tonight, reminiscing about all the fun we had today, ABBA’s song ‘Chiquitita’ came on.

And the same line gets me every time.

“Chiquitita you and I know

How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they’re leaving

You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end

You will have no time for grieving

Chiquitita you and I cry

But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you

Let me hear you sing once more like you did before

Sing a new song Chiquitita.”

And it was just so perfect, for everything.

….

Try once more

Like you did before

Sing a new song

My blogging readers. ❤

#1726 Day 228 of getting there: behind the clouds

Have you ever wondered what’s behind the clouds?

Or rather, what’s above it?

They can be heavy. Dark. Ominous even.

But there’s a magical, surreal, mysterious quality to them.

You can see clouds. They sit above us almost every day, moving about while we also go about with our lives.

Have you ever flied through a cloud while on a plane? It’s the most beautiful thing. These little pillows of fluff just jazz on by, pushed aside by the plane’s force, yet still remaining an element of the ethereal.

We aren’t so fortunate, especially in recent times, to be able to experience these fleeting and magical moments of cushions flying past us, as we sit in a man-made machine, high above the rest of the world.

So we look above.

Some of us, don’t even look.

I for one, don’t find them oppressive. Sure, they block the light at times…

But I feel like the beauty of clouds are made that much more striking, by the stunning colours and transparent light that shines from inside, looking out.

Without the darkness, there can be no beauty.

#1723 Day 225 of getting there: Peninsula sunset no. 9

Do you know what the difference is between this photo…

And then this photo?

In time, about 5 minutes.

In events? Chasing my cat down the footpath, then around some cars, then up a tree, finally grabbing him… and then bringing him back home to his rightful place.

The sky, the clouds, even the colours can change so quickly.

Look closely… can you see it?

Life… changing?

#1715 Day 217 of getting there: Sunday coffee, cake and old tunes

3pm is coffee time in our household.

The sky was grey, the clouds were several. Wisps of rain occasionally flew down on the ground outside.

I looked out the window, and strands of a song from long ago wafted into my head.

Soon, I had rain coming through the stereo, and someone was crying a river.

Or, singing about one. 😉

I left the rest of the album on, Justified it was. An album I listened to SO much as a young adult. Also, one that I haven’t listened to in years…

And yet, I found myself belting out the lyrics, every breath, every “ooh,” every gasp, because it was engrained in me.

As the music filled the house, it put me in a truly happy state, and I sipped my coffee, ate my amazing apple cake, and everything felt really good.

Finding new ways to distract myself, and get there, EVERY SINGLE DAY.

#1704 Day 206 of getting there: watch the sunset

I take so many sunset pictures. I took some more tonight.

But I realised, how often do I actually sit to watch them?

Quietly. Contemplating. Observant.

I saw Hubbie was out the front after dinner. He had gone to take out the rubbish bins, and of course was called to stay and do weeding.

By no one, but the weeds.

We are cut from the same cloth. If you know, you know. Once you see one, you pick one, then you pick another, and another…

And soon you have a whole pile of weeds in a clump on the grass.

It’s work, but it’s therapeutic. I sat on the front bench, Hubbie looking for stray grass variety in my foreground, the sunset in the background… and I focused on the latter, with the former bringing me back to reality every so often.

The clouds shifted. The sun sunk down. The air was mild, mixed with the smell of cut grass, earth, and spring.

And the magnitude of life, both it’s simplicity and it’s inherent meaning, settled around me.

In this world, we are very small. But we get to do big things.

If we so choose it.

It was a lovely moment. 💖

#1699 Day 201 of getting there: sun rays through the clouds

I love when you see those streams of light.

Bursting forth through the clouds.

No matter how heavy the clouds are. How dense they are. The sun is strong, and doesn’t let dark and billowing clouds get in its way.

And if it can’t shine brightly, solo in the sky?

It will force it’s sun rays through, God damn it.

And then it becomes even more beautiful.

It’s strength, is beautiful.