#2010 Springtime at night

Ahhh.

About an hour ago we stepped outside to take our cat Mister F to bed… 💖😻

And the scent of springtime just HIT ME.

It came from our neighbours’ trees, overlooking the side of our house and almost hanging over the fence. Branches mostly bare, but oh my, the tips were bursting with white and pink buds, just sparkling in the night sky.

So, so beautiful.

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#1996 Post workout ritual

Today I headed back to the Loft.

Once again I was overcome with emotion at the last part of the session, the relaxation/meditative element if you will, that follows the main yoga-exercise part. Once the session is over our teacher gets us to pick a card from a spiritual deck, and read the message that we have been drawn to read.

I read mine over twice, letting it sink in.

It was all about ‘The Space Between.’ How often we feel frustrated and stuck being in that in-between space, where we are neither here or there… and yet it is in this space of indecision, of the unknown, that we do the most growing.

It is the space that is the most beautiful, because we learn and get the most out of it.

Interestingly I came across the same thought elsewhere just days ago, and the thought was, if you can be comfortable not knowing, then you can learn anything.

I sat quietly, going over these words, freaking out at just how accurate they were for me during this limbo stage of my life.

After all that stretching, lifting, pulsing, deep breathing and contemplation, it made sense that I had to head down a couple blocks to get myself a post-workout pick up… 😉

I then took myself and my boosts of energy down to the water, to sit, breathe, take in all I had learnt and felt the last hour, and just BE.

I also went a step further, and I didn’t only take photos of the glistening wavy waters in front of me…

But I looked behind me, and around, looked at the sand, the trees, the grasses.

I looked at the spaces in between. 💖

#1920 Shiny, happy and BRIGHT

I’ve wanted to travel to Bright for maybe 10 years now.

It’s been the trees. Sure I love the water, and live near the water, but I have a thing about trees.

Big, bold, grand, old, beautiful trees. And Bright is renowned for plenty of those, and in Autumn?

Stunning colours abound.

Greens, golds, oranges, and bright reds… bright reds! Even purple, brown, and then there are all the shades of greens imaginable.

I’ve actually been to Bright, a long, long time ago. I was about 8, and went with my parents and another family, but it was in summer. The photos show heat, swimming in rivers, eating ice creams, and a cute little dog we befriended named Bingo, as well as a New Years Eve celebration complete with fireworks.

Today, we drove to Bright.

What will our photos show?:

Fallen leaves. Trees of every colour. People rugged up in jackets, beanies and scarves. Long track walks and mountains in the distance.

And so far, I am loving it. 💖💖🌳🌳

#1833 Plum dumplings

I’m like a bull.

Sometimes I get a thought in my head, and I just charge, straight for the target.

Nothing can stop me. No one can distract me.

I won’t be satisfied until I’ve done what I set out to do.

That’s what happened today as I went to prepare, “Knedle.”

Otherwise known as ‘dumplings’ with plums.

I had seen an interesting recipe some time ago, and then when my parents picked all the plums off their trees in their old house before they moved, well we had an abundance of plums, didn’t we…

And I thought, wouldn’t it be great to make this traditional recipe, using homemade plums?

My parents plums?

I HAD TO.

Today, through much effort, I got these done.

I am now satisfied, but I tell you, sooo tired. I feel like I didn’t stop. On a day when I was catching up on so much already, then I started making this time-consuming dish, now I’m just like –

DONE.

I have dessert to last me all week. If anyone wants to swing by, you know what you’ll be eating. 🤣

#1812 The countdown is on

It’s already begun.

I realised with extreme sadness this morning, as we got ready to go to my parents house, that it would be the LAST TIME EVER Hubbie went there.

I started to cry.

Oh the memories. The memories. I can’t even begin to express the breadth and depth of emotion when it comes to the memories.

In some ways, I am feeling more for my parents leaving this house, then I did for Hubbie, baby girl and I moving from our first home over 4 years ago now.

4 years, versus 40 years. There is A LOT of difference there.

I even cried when we were at the front of the house today, Hubbie filling up the car with stuff to move over to their new place. I sat on the big pillar that serves as a mailbox, remembering how I sat there with my neighbours, over 25 years earlier.

I walked up to my former friends’ houses, noticing how I hadn’t done it for decades… and knowing that it had been different for just as long.

It’s hard to remove yourself from the place where you made so many memories. It’s hard because a piece of you stays there forever.

Sure, many of the people in those memories have moved away and are gone… but I was always able to visit the my parents house, my old home, and reminisce about the way things used to be.

Today I stopped and stared a lot. Looked around my parents back yard. Their enviously luscious green back yard. So abundantly healthy and blooming in all life forms of nature. Several times I went past the pear tree, and as I lifted my head, the fruit actually bonked me on the head, hard.

I had to laugh.

I know the memories will come with me. I have been preparing for this moment for so long now. But until the day of goodbye comes, I will keep staring at that beautiful green, drilling it into my memory for all of time.

As if I could ever forget. 💖💖🌳🌳

#1798 The wedding day after

It was such a beautiful day to be out in the sun. On greenery. Amongst family.

And I got all three today. I sat for a little while when I went to see baby girl on the grass, and when she got up to play with some girls, I decided to stay on.

It was so quiet. Blissful. Music wafting over from the family in the other corner. Soft shade from the fruit tree cooling me from the sun’s rays.

It was the day after the wedding, the fam were together, and the good vibes were flowing… not just in the weather, but in the love too.

💖💖

#1674 Day 176 of getting there: the return to play

What do you think I’m grateful for today?

The return to playgrounds, of course!

I never knew how much I loved playgrounds, until it was announced that one of the restrictions loosening from the coronavirus pandemic, would be playgrounds and parks reopening.

Wow. Just wow. Nothing else was changing much, nothing that would affect us anyway… but suddenly, I could see this light.

And it was totally surrounding baby girl.

Kids have had it the toughest during this whole ordeal. And yet amazingly, they have been the most resilient.

I was so happy for baby girl when I heard she could soon play outside again, in a park, amongst nature, feeling the sun on her face…hell, being outside anywhere that wasn’t her home!

Nothing was gonna stop me, especially on what was such a gorgeous day today. Not even my work. Not even her unfinished school tasks. Not even the fact that I felt off.

We got to the park in the late afternoon, and it was to be expected that we weren’t the only ones enjoying the newfound freedom.

How could the trees be so green? How could the air feel so fresh? How could the bay, beckoning in the background, be so blue?

Everything looked and felt, so beautiful.

And it can only get better. 💖

#1599 Day 101 of getting there: The Winter beach walk

We didn’t have to go far to feel like we were on holiday today.

Just as well. With all the fear and frustration so rampant around Victoria lately, we don’t really want to be going anywhere.

How far did we go? Well, just down the road.

It was amazing to be able to head to our local beach, the beach we frequent so much over Summer. I’ve been feeling particularly ‘locked’ lately, like I’ve lost my freedom, and all those little things we take for granted as always being there…

And we aren’t even in a lockdown suburb.

But today, it was Winter. Sunny yes, but so windy too. We walked amongst trees, on a short track that led to a major beach lookout.

I expected it to be freezing there… actually it was not so bad. The air had warmth, and the view was just spectacular…. it took our minds off Winter, if only for a bit.