I guess I’ve been very caught up in more pressing matters. 🤰But tonight I saw this sky, and I just loved the spotted purple clouds, reminiscent of faraway places and kingdoms where dreams and fairy tales come true on the daily, the immediate blue of the sky making way for the colours to turn to lilac, then pink, then peach… and then the horizon of a deep purple ocean.
It really did look like a fantasy. Then I realised, it was, and it was real. I was seeing it with my own eyes.
Those fantasies and dreams are as true in real life as they are in the fairy tales.
Today while wandering about town, we decided to check out the Hepburn Springs blowhole.
There was meant to be a path, or a few to get there, and there was water gushing out of a rock? Also baby girl’s teacher who had lived in the area years ago, recommended it as a good place to sightsee.
That is all I really knew.
We were the only ones as we arrived there this afternoon. Sure enough there was a proper walkway path, that had steps winding and leading down to the gushing water below. We took the shorter path, and as soon as we got closer to the roaring sound of water, reached a landing that showed us what this blowhole really was.
It appeared like the water was coming out of a cave area, between rocks, and gee was it strong. The sound was immense, and although it looked scary, like all of mother nature, it also looked beautiful.
Hubbie and baby girl kept on heading down to get a closer look, while I lagged back doing what I do best, videoing the scene and taking photos. 🤣
As I finally caught up to them, it appeared from afar that baby girl had walked over some shallow watery area, over rocks. I figured it must have been ok, must have been safe… until I got there.
She had walked over it, but there was a fair bit of water too. Part of her shoe had gone into the water, and she was now on the other side saying, my shoe is wet!
Hubbie stood on what was a kinda safe, wet rock (let’s face it, no wet rocks are safe!) and told her to come closer so he could grab a hold of her as she tried to make her way back, again stepping on wet rocks amidst shallow pools of water. There were marshy grassy bits, but you couldn’t tell if they were just wet grass, or parts that would submerge a little if your foot pressed into them.
He was balancing as best he could when she came over, but still, she wobbled a bit and lost her balance, one foot sploshing a whole foot deep into the water as she jumped toward me.
Now she was properly wet.
I was shaking my head at her, like, why did you go and do that? What possessed you to walk over that watery area? She went to the stairs to take that runner off, even though the other foot was also damp, as I tried to take some more shots from ground level, knowing full well that we wouldn’t be there long now that she had damp feet. 🤦♀️
So guess what Hubbie went and did as I was taking these shots, baby girl holding her runner upside down in an effort to dry it on the stairs behind me?
He went and walked over another marshy/shallow area to get to the other side. 🤦♀️
I don’t understand these people. 🤷♀️ Frankly, I ignored them, knowing full well there was no chance I was going to be silly enough to walk along wet rocks, an unknown unofficial path/clearing to the other side, especially with baby inside me now.
In fact, I actually recorded, with amusement, Hubbie trying to come back to our side, narrating for the camera “let’s see if this guy is going to be successful, let’s see if he also falls.”
One step, two step, wobble and wet, splash! I caught it all on camera. Then I laughed and laughed as I shifted the camera view from one person suffering from wet feet (baby girl) to Hubbie shaking his head at himself.
I just don’t know. 🙄😆
Driving home I said “you guys literally wanted to dip your feet into it!”
Too early while their feet were still cold?
At home they washed up, then we watched back the recording, laughing at their silliness, my mocking words, and the whole scenario.
It wasn’t too early after all. 🤣🤣
Check out what was drying by the fireplace tonight…
The sky was all yellow/orange tonight. It made me think of the many people that will pass through our house very soon, and the beautiful view we can share with them… not just of the sky, but of life. 🙏😍
When you’re sick you don’t really have the desire to do the things that usually make you happy, because you lack all motivation for it. So when I put on a favourite CD tonight as I prepared dinner, I knew I was on the up again.
Madonna, Something to Remember. I love these slow, melodic, romantic and woeful songs, especially when times are slow and dark and cold such as this. They really allow me to be present with my thoughts, feel the songs properly, and appreciate them for the beautiful melodies and lyrics within.
I paused the album as we ate dinner, then hit play again as I went to wash up. A very familiar song started up, and I like, froze. I had to listen to it properly, no interruptions, and I said as such to Hubbie as he moved around the kitchen, telling him I was trying to appreciate the song.
It’s one I’ve shared here beforein depth, and I will do it again for the strength of emotion it brought forth in me tonight. It’s not only one of my favourite Madonna songs, but one of my favourite songs of all time.
There’s just something about rain for me. I can’t explain it. There is great symbology present for me, and it isn’t just that it’s connected to my novel in a big way. It’s been my fascination, a sense of curiosity, wonder, for as long as I can remember. I wrote about it before, and I feel the same, if not so much more about this ethereal element of Mother Nature.
I listened to this song, and I was feeling it. Every single word. I was quiet, my face distorting because seriously I was going to cry. Call it this past week, my body having gone through a wide range of physical and mental things, but I was seriously emotional.
The song finished, and I couldn’t help it, I had a cry. The last time I had listened to it I was different. The last time I had written about it I was different. Today, again different. I thought about life, the unexpected beautiful and difficult things that hit us in the face, throwing us off balance, I guess, a bit like unexpected rain.
But rain is beautiful. The song is beautiful. And I think if we learn to embrace all of life’s changes, good and bad, just like a well-known quote, we will be able to dance, no matter what.
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
I’ll share the video again, just because it makes me so happy. 🥲🌧️💖🎶