#1855 A hunk of a ship

Every so often I pass by a window at home, and just stop.

Something grabs my attention.

It’ll be something on the horizon.

A sunset.

A tree.

A colour in the sky.

The clouds.

A ship!

They may not seem like the prettiest things to look at… a cargo ship, no less… but when I see one of these moving across our waters, it always grabs my attention.

I wonder, where has it been? Where is it going? What does it have?

And so I paused tonight, half-way out the room, stopping to look at this hunk of a ship disappearing to the right, moving with the recessing clouds, away, away, away…

#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. 💖🙏

#1719 Day 221 of getting there: Lights on the bay

It was one of those busy days.

I had a longer than normal work shift, and during it I still had to go and pick up baby girl from school…

And keep working again when I came back home.

Then it was a mad rush of dinner prep, some washing, then eating, then cleaning up…

By the time I had done all that, all I wanted was the couch.

The good ol’ trusty couch.

But I was upstairs, and through my rush to get back downstairs, I looked out the window, and paused.

I could see a cargo ship far off in the distance on the bay.

I hesitated… and then I walked over to the window.

The ship was almost blended into the waters, but you might be able to spot it to the left of the left-hand side tree.

Lights flashed in the nearer water, beacons to warn others of the shore. They did so at random intervals. One of them flashed four times, then the other chimed in for four flashes after a count of two.

A streak of orange light was strewn across the sky. The chance at capturing a gorgeous setting sun was gone, but instead there was other beauty that lay across the horizon.

I took a deep breath and took it all in.

Then once I was happy with my pause, I walked downstairs.

#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.

#1670 Day 172 of getting there: the balcony ukelele

I don’t have a photo to share with you about today’s gratitude.

But just sit with me, and listen as I talk you through it.

Imagine… the sun is bright. It’s 3:30, so the sun is just past it’s halfway point in the sky.

Still, it’s blinding.

Not a whisper of a breeze. Nothing. The horizon is clear. You can see the blue waters of Port Phillip Bay.

I am on the balcony.

I am relaxed. Breathing deeply. I’ve just finished work, so all the day’s rushing and routine is melting away under the heat.

But my empty coffee cup sits on the small table in front of me, so I’m starting to perk up too.

Baby girl is sitting next to me… with a toy ukelele. She strums it, showing me how she can do so with both hands.

“Sing a song Mum,” she goes.

“Mama,” I begin. “Ooooh.”

But I realise the words will go dark soon, and with only me and baby girl there, it’ll be even louder.

“I’ve got another one.

Love of my life, don’t leave me

You’ve stolen my love, you now desert me…”

And so I went singing a few more Freddie lyrics, while baby girl strummed the ukelele.

It was the sweetest, loveliest little moment. I actually wished I was a professional singer, as the practise of singing along to an instrument felt so soothing and special.

“That was beautiful honey,” I said. “But I don’t think I’ll give up my day job.”

😉

Still, that little musical moment made my day. 💖

#1666 Day 168 of getting there: Fathers Day by the water

It’s amazing how some sunshine and fresh air can change your whole day.

Uplift you. Inspire you.

Help you to look forward and beyond any corona restrictions, and to those inevitable summery days where the sun shines bright, hard, long, the house stays warm into the night, the sounds of music and clinking glasses fill the kitchen, and day trips and social occasions fill the calendar.

I really feel those days are getting closer, SLOWLY, but surely.

And today, the gorgeous sunshine we got for Father’s Day made it all the more sweeter.

Everyone in town seemed to be out… walking. It’s hilarious how many of us are so concerned with ‘working out’ since we have nothing else to do.

But I mean… it was gorgeous.

Especially by the water.

We didn’t do much, but we did spend a lot of time outdoors. And taking a leisurely walk in the afternoon by the bay, was about the most simplest, and best thing we could do today.

More is coming. I can feel more coming for EVERYONE. 🌅

#1639 Day 141 of getting there: blinded by the balcony light

There’s nothing quite like counteracting the dark…

With light.

Inside…

With outside.

Still air…

With fresh air.

Work…

With NO WORK.

After I finished my shift today baby girl and I headed upstairs to enjoy our coffee break on the balcony. The sun shone right into my eyes, so much so that I could barely see…

But I didn’t care.

I had the bay. I had coffee. I had sunshine.

I had baby girl.

We had August. We still have it, no matter what the world does or says.

It’s still ours.

And we sat there, surrounded by crisp air and blinding sunshine, taking it all in… 💖

#1622 Day 124 of getting there: snapshots of sunsets

If you blink, you miss it.

Honestly, that’s how quickly the sunset blends into the horizon…

A few minutes on either side, and the landscape looks completely different.

I know this, because sometimes a sunset will be so striking, by the time I grab my phone and head upstairs, it’s changed.

So now, I RUN.

The top two were taken tonight, within about 5-10 minutes of each other.

The horizon started off so wispy, so dream-like… taking on distinct yellow-orange hues as night fell further…

Resulting in the finale of the night, right before night came. When the sky started to burn.

Ahh. So beautiful. I can never get bored of the sky and the sun. 😍🌅

#1615 Day 117 of getting there: The balcony and the bay with baby girl

We sat upstairs, sipping our coffee and babycino out on the balcony this afternoon…

While chowing down home-made muffins drizzled with nutella.

Dainty, yet unforgiving when it comes to food.

That’s how us girls roll.

The bay was foggy. It blended in with the sky, ALL DAY. To say there was water there, well, a non-local wouldn’t believe it.

Even as the sun tried to shine through the clouds, and the fog started to lift… just a little…

We turned our back to it. She sat in my lap, and we mucked around, checking things on my phone, looking at nearby spider webs, tickling each other, laughing, and just generally having fun.

But not the bay. We didn’t look at it.

We turned our backs to it all.

The fog.

The outside world.

Corona.

The horrible news were were hearing each and every day.

Even with the water, kind of, but not really there before us, we looked away.

We decided to only look at each other.

Because at the very base of it, that’s all you need.

I hope you also have someone to look at over the next few weeks…

Photo by Peter Robinson on Pexels.com

(Not our bay, remember, we weren’t looking. 😉 )

#1606 Day 108 of getting there: The Last Cuppa

Ok, so for 6 weeks.

Not forever, clearly.

But today we headed out to grab our last, in-store, sit-down, cafe experience…

Along with the rest of the town.

I mean, really July. What trickery are you fooling us into? How gorgeous was today? And it’s meant to continue for 2 more days… only for the sunshine-y days to return again next week!

Ahh, Winter. You’ve made me kinda like you again.

You know, I have to say… it is A BIT annoying. And I think I am allowed to say this, because last I heard, our shire had NO current cases of coronavirus.

NONE.

And yet we are suddenly part of ‘metropolitan Melbourne’ (only when they want us) and yet our neighbours across the Port Phillip Bay in Geelong have 2 CURRENT CASES, and are exempt from this lockdown.

Kilometres wise, they are further from the city than we are.

It does not make sense.

I’m not gonna focus on it too much though. We have to do what we have to do. And if too many shires are given reprieves (ahem, Geelong) well then no one is going to listen, and they won’t be happy, right?

I’ll suck it up.

Baby girl took my cue from the other night, and had stuck this note on our bedroom door last night:

I mean, we couldn’t say no to a 6 year-old, right?

Everyone was out and having their last lunches, last drinks, last cuppas…

They were all still social distancing. Counting numbers inside and outside the cafe. Sanitiser was within reach. It was very much across the board.

And the coffee was GREAT. But, it all felt a bit surreal. I mean, you could tell people were getting in their last whatever’s before midnight tonight. I could hear the cafe owner telling loyal customers they would be open for takeaway every day.

We enjoyed it. And then we left. Walked down the main street…

And to the PARK.

Poor baby girl. Poor all kids. They have to go through this shitty time again. Look I get it, we have to do this. Baby girl is actually amazing and totally understanding of what we have to sacrifice again.

But, I wanted to let her run. I wanted her to play.

And she did.

I’ll see you all on the other side… but stay for the gratitude journey, of course, as always. 🙂