#1959 Happy and peaceful right now

I write this in the present tense, because I’m feeling it now.

I’m happy, I’m relaxed, I’m at peace. It’s a Sunday night. The heater is doing it’s job. Comfy pjs on. Body unwinding after a late evening yoga workout.

Hubbie is napping on the couch. Baby girl is playing games.

Me?

I’m sipping hot camomile tea, looking at a delicious pear cake recipe I just found, Mister F in my foreground in his usual place on top of the corner heater vent.

Yes I have work tomorrow, but baby girl doesn’t have school.

Holidays. Sleep in. 👊

I’m happy in this little moment, and am reminded of the fact that life is mainly comprised of these little moments. We can’t wait for the big events all the time.

Live fully and be present in the in-betweens.

And therein lies part of the secret… the secret to happiness…

Gratitude, in the little things. 🙏

Ahh.

#1911 A pause

What a difference 24 hours makes.

Yesterday the sky was bright blue, the sun shining amidst still air…

Today?

Grey, grey, grey.

Days like these encourage you to snuggle up, stay in, pile on the clothes and blankets, and turn up that heater.

Baby girl generally doesn’t stop. We were trying to chill this evening and she was doing gymnastic-type jumps over the couch, dangerously close to our tall lamp…

But then, she stopped. She sat next to me.

Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was the after-effects of her Monday afternoon swimming class.

Either way, she snuggled in close to me, and was still.

She was leaning on me. Her arms wrapped around me, legs on my legs, and my arms resting on hers.

And it was beautiful.

I think the cold does that. It brings us a pause. A moment to stay still, and just BE.

#1830 Me time, beach time

At least once a year, I try to do a beach visit ON MY LONESOME.

You might think that is soooo easy living by the beach and all… but let me explain.

I am a Mum, so I have Mum duties. Baby girl has to be at school.

I am a wife, so I have wife duties. Hubbie has to be at work.

I do everything else around the house, so like, it has to be a chore ‘light’ day…

I work, so it needs to be a work free day.

We live in Melbourne, so we need to have good weather…

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AND if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we are living in the time of corona, so we need Dan to let us go to the beach!

Phew. That’s a long list.

Can you see why I only aim for once a year?

Maybe in due time, more solo visits will be possible. Maybe yes, maybe no.

All I know is, I chilled for an hour or two…

read a book…

dipped my toes into the warm water…

let the sun beat down on me…

and closed my eyes to the swirl of waves, wind and little kids squealing around me.

The sound was so full. But my mind was so peaceful. 💖🏖

#1732 Day 234 of getting there: Mother’s Beach

This is likely a place I would take you, if you visited my hometown.

Mother’s Beach.

With seagulls swarming, grey skies after the humidity that was last night, and waves splashing with strength against the shore, it was still beautiful.

I find myself being drawn to the water, now more than ever before. Hubbie and I had our Wednesday morning coffee after dropping off baby girl at school…

And then we wandered.

It was only 5, 10 minutes. We walked down, watched the waves, felt the fresh air coming in from the water, and eyed the seagulls warily as they flocked above.

But, it was enough.

There’s some beautiful clarity that comes from Mother Nature when you immerse yourself in her. When you feel sad, confused, or just need strength… connect to the land, the sea, the air and the elements, and you will feel all the better for it.

Even grey skies. Even them.

#1711 Day 213 of getting there: a quiet beach

I took Hubbie off the beaten track today.

It was a path I ventured down with baby girl some weeks ago. It’s in a popular location, between a big park and a beach.

But the winding, narrow, and pretty path, overrun with shrubs and spring flowers climbing along jagged orange rock, still feels like it’s taking you to someplace special.

And it does.

It was so quiet. It almost felt like it was ours, what with the still air, softly lapping waves, and sun beating down and blinding us as we shielded our eyes.

But people were dotted throughout. Locals, like us.

The pensioners who came around the corner, greetings coming forth happily as their small and excitable dog tried to sprint down the stairs towards the water.

The woman in exercise gear, who kept running up and down the steep path, trying to beat her last sprint every time. She placed a rock at the end of the path each time she made it down, keeping count of her fitness.

The young Mum with her toddler in the waters below, chasing after him as he went from sand to water. Scooping him up in her arms before carrying him to where he needed to be.

It was all so peaceful, so perfect. We stood there, taking it all in, looking at all we had missed out on in the last few months.

And accepting all the beauty that was yet to come. Better. Brighter.

#1556 Day 58 of getting there: night lights

When was the last time you stopped and actually looked around at the world?

I did it tonight.

I really love the night. I’ve always been one to sleep in in the morning, but stay up late at night. The later the better. Always to my detriment the next day…

But it’s like at night, I come alive.

I went into our bedroom tonight, when there was only a strip of light across the sky, a remnant from the sunset. I stood in the darkened room, watching the lights dance outside.

Cars driving past.

Streetlights.

And beyond that, lights on the water.

The longer I stood there, the more I discovered things. Like the flashes in the bay.

There were 4 spots of light from my left, to my right. All yellow. And though they varied slightly in size, and strength, and distance… they all flashed 4 times.

When I noticed the first one, I looked to the other lights, and started counting repeatedly.

Checking, checking. Just to be sure.

‘One, two, three, four.’

‘One, two, three, four.’

It was fascinating. I noticed another light, whiter and brighter, that held its flash for a full second, before disappearing and coming back 5 seconds later.

I watched all these lights silently, slowly moving across the black water, sometimes disappearing behind large trees, but always reappearing, to flash four times.

Why four? What did it mean? All of these moving lights on the bay?

What were these boats doing? Where were they going?

Maybe one day I would find out. Or maybe I was never going to.

I just stood in peaceful beauty in the darkened room, looking out at the twinkling lights and wondering about it all.

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#1514 Day 16 of getting there: Kids yoga

I’ve got a really cool community service announcement today peeps.

Parents of young girls are gonna love me for this…

Frozen Yoga. ❄

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But wait, you parents of boys! Just wait!

Spiderman Yoga. 🕷

Oh yes. I just went there. This is going to save our arses during this lengthy isolation period.

I found out about this online sensation, incredibly through a work Zoom meeting. A fellow parent mentioned it was keeping his young kids busy, and even he was joining into this fantastic kids-themed yoga…

I made a mental note to tell baby girl.

But because, LIFE, I forgot.

But insert, today. Because while I was at the work desk, she ran over to me and said “Mum, you will never believe this.”

Yep. She found it.

The Frozen yoga.

The folk behind the idea are called Cosmic Kids Yoga, and you can check out their channel on youtube. They have SOOOO many videos, all based around popular kids movies, books, characters and themes.

Think dinosaurs, Star Wars, Minions, Christmas, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Wizard of Oz, and Room on the Broom, to name a few.

I praise the benefits of yoga all the time. Granted I don’t have the time to do it as much as I’d like, but I sure know how I feel after a session.

Balanced. Grounded. At peace. My mind, body and spirit aligned as one.

Imagine if our children had those same benefits and skills engrained in them from their young age? Imagine what they could accomplish?

Baby girl was engaged for the whole half hour. I even had to pop my head in at one point because I couldn’t believe she was interested in the same thing and doing YOGA for the entire time.

Yep, she was.

She even returned to it tonight to do yet another round, before trying out some Trolls-themed yoga… because, why not?

I’m actually going to do it with her next time. I am soooo jelly. I wanna do Elsa powers of Arendelle moves too… 😉 ✨❤

#1372 Soulful Sundays no. 2

Today, the park.

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In the afternoon.

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I love how this local park is walking distance… and right near a cafe 😉

I love how the day was so fresh, yet got so sunny as soon as baby girl started climbing the rails underneath those blue skies.

I love how her 3 ponytails hung from her head, this monkey child of mine.

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I love how it felt so peaceful, and we found this quiet so close to home.

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#1367 Bathing it away

I’m actually kinda surprised. After getting rained on after school drop off, and having to witness my cat totally drugged out with pupils like saucers due to his new meds… I was almost laughing today.

You know when thing after thing goes wrong, and you literally look up to the sky and say “what now?”

But I amazed myself in my strength. I thought all this crap would have worn me down… but instead, like the main character in my book says “BRING IT ON.”

Maybe I’m somehow channeling her. Maybe I’m gaining inspiration through her fictional self. Either way, I moved on from the crap, and set myself up for…

A blissful bath.

There is always a reason why I shouldn’t have a bath. There are always 58 things I should be doing instead of lying in water, alone, breathing in to my thoughts.

But I’ve learnt by now that time like this isn’t a luxury… it’s a necessity.

So. Candle light. A steaming bath. The meditative sound of a slowly dripping tap, against the backdrop of howling winds outside the window.

Steam rises above me. The air is damp. I sink into the watery cocoon and let it swallow me whole, my body submerged by all that is peaceful, all that is good.

And with it my mind and soul slide into a place where my equilibrium is restored, and everything makes sense.

 

#1330 I’m okay for the change

What timing, for daylight savings to begin the day before kids go back to school.

I usually LOVE daylight savings time. Increased sunshine means warmer weather, getting out and about and having fun…

But the timing, sucks.

Right when we are wrapping up our end of week holidays. Right when we are having late nights.

THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN.

Who decided this?

Today, we woke late, but yet, it was even later. We had a kids birthday party to attend out of all things, and so ended our holiday tired, weary-eyed and sucked out of sleep as we watched baby girl expend energy we didn’t know she had, going nuts on a jumping castle.

Everything that is great, must come to an end.

And I’m okay with that.

Sure the timing is crap. It never is the right time to lose an hour of your day, is it? But having a week off with both baby girl and Hubbie, means I have had a lot of fun, SURE…

But I am soooo behind in everything else.

Which is why I am so relieved for things to go back to some kind of normal. Tomorrow I am keen to get on board with my writing course. I am terribly behind on that. I am keen to buy groceries and re-stock the fridge. Things that I can stop to grab that is just too hard with baby girl in tow, become terrifically convenient when she is at school and I can dash in and out of places.

I can water plants. I can make phone calls.

I can write in peace! PEACE!

I know that routine is good for me, and it is good for baby girl too. She was only telling me the other day, after days of fun and adventure, that she missed her friends, and staying at home was “boring.”

This from the girl who met Andy Day the dinosaur-in-time explorer during her holidays. But hey, she has high expectations, right? 😉

And then, after some routine, some writing and schooling and working, in no time at all it will be –

‘Jingle bells, jingle bells…’

Christmas folks! And that means MORE holidays.

I am okay with change. I am okay with routine. Because I know, as is life, I will come around to this happy and free holiday place, again… ♥♥♥♥