#1872 Pretty and pink

It was Easter Hat parade day at baby girl’s school!

It was honestly such a joy to watch.

This time last year they were homeschooling and being told to make a hat to parade around home…

This year they could get creative again, but show it off at school in style!

I honestly love the school. During the parade event they make Easter jokes, there’s an Easter raffle, human-sized puppets in the form of Olaf and Mario make their way around to greet the kids, and even the police arrive in their crime scene van with sirens blazing to bring the main man.

Or should I say, the main BUNNY.

It was an Easter love fest, and the icing on the hot cross bun was watching the kids proudly showcase their hats as they walked around the oval, baby girl included. 😍

The Easter inspiration continued tonight. The sky was vibrant, reminding me of a rainbow, just without those segmented arcs of colour. And then we took a late walk around the block, and as it got darker, it was still beautiful.

Perfect for Easter. 💖🐇

#1856 Writerly wanderings

Finally, a DAY OFF.

A day without jobs. A day without appointments. A day without anything really urgent to do, where I could just let my feet lead me wherever they felt the pull.

It was EXACTLY what I needed.

I dropped off baby girl at school. The clouds were parting, and the sun was already starting to kick in. I kinda drove aimlessly, yet at the same time knowing precisely where I was headed.

To the water.

I walked. I sat. I looked around. I thought. I felt the burn in my legs as I walked up stairs, up red-earth cliff faces that showed sand and dust so raw and bright as the earth’s core.

Later I went to the grocery shop… sure, a job, but I did it slowly, and ambled around the store, with more ‘me time’ in mind…

I got myself a takeaway coffee, and at home headed up to the balcony to research, edit and read and write, for almost 2 hours.

Ahhh.

I felt at home. When everything else around me crumbles and falls, things don’t work out the way I’d like, and the future feels uncertain, confusing, and I feel lost… my writing makes me happy.

It’s that one guarantee, that one escape, that one thing, that makes me so light and free.

It makes me feel at home. The process brings me such joy, and I don’t even need to tell you what I did the rest of the day…

Because wandering, writing, musing. Bringing myself back to centre, made me, ME again. That is enough.

😁💖

#1827 Simple park walks again

We have a glorious, sunny week ahead of us…

With no where to go.

Wait! We can exercise, get out and about, right?

Which is exactly what baby girl and I did this afternoon. We walked to a park.

I just keep thinking, “all this gorgeous weather, and we can’t do anything…”

But really, isn’t this the best thing to do on a sunny day? Sit on the grass, take a pause, and be amongst nature?

I think all these lockdowns are still teaching us far more than we ever realised.

#1807 Restless day

Today I was incredibly restless.

It was grey, there was wispy rain. Some of it may have had to do with the interrupted night – a man actually died in a horrible crash outside our home last night. There were emergency services everywhere past midnight.

The low mood carried into the day.

We didn’t want to do anything… yet being free, off work, together, we felt we HAD to do something.

Yet we couldn’t be bothered.

Look at this precious life we are granted! And to waste it away on days, doing nothing, lounging around, yawning, and crying “bored,” when we have just been privy to another life being snatched away?

But that’s assuming life is meant to be busy. Full of stuff. Running around.

Life can be just as beautiful, and just as meaningful, by enjoying the things around you. Taking a pause. Breathing in deeply. And respecting our earth.

So we took a walk. To clear our heads, process our thoughts, and connect ourselves to the ground on which we walk on every day.

The water was there too. We may not have touched it, but we felt the force of the wind as it rippled across it, smelt the sea air, and knew that no matter how beautiful it looked, those waters were merciless.

The danger is so far, but a wrong step from the lookout, and it can come running up to our faces with a loud smack.

Life can change so easily my friends. Take care out there, and enjoy whatever it is that makes you happy… yes, even if it means lying on the couch.

Sometimes we need that too… only as long as we get back up again. 💪

#1701 Day 203 of getting there: Family walk, the day before

At the start of the day we got baby girl’s things ready for school tomorrow.

Backpack. Looking for all those readers and library books. Sanitiser. Sunscreen.

A hat. Term 4 NEEDS a hat.

She was so excited. She IS so excited. But during the day she said “Mama, I’m not gonna be with you tomorrow.”

My heart broke a little. But I didn’t show it.

Sure, I’m really glad school starts again tomorrow. And it starts, at the actual school premises, not from our kitchens, or lounge rooms, with our kids in their pjs ’til 11:30am, eating two breakfasts, a bevy of snacks, before getting around to brush their teeth…

I’m glad they’re going back.

But I will miss her. And having spent a whole term together, where most of the time I was stuck at my desk working from home, and she was cruising around the house, doing as she liked, when she liked… I still enjoyed her company. I liked her being there. Nearby.

And as much as she told me she preferred her teacher teaching her, over me teaching her (to which I wholeheartedly agree!) I can see a little part of her is gonna miss seeing me throughout the day.

Giving her random hugs and kisses as I walk by.

Getting her camomile tea when she likes.

Waving to her through the window when she is outside playing with Mister F.

It was the weirdest experience, and one I never want to recreate…

But I think we’ll both miss it.

We’ll miss each other.

We took a family walk this afternoon. Just some together time. Something simple. Out in the sun.

Before we all part ways again tomorrow.

#1689 Day 191 of getting there: loved ones again

It is…

Walking a doe-eyed dog on a leash.

Going to a new park.

Sucking up angel hair spaghetti.

Babycinos galore.

The gooey mess of chocolate mousse.

Sarma… home-made with love.

Smiles and surprises.

D&Ms.

A new-found love for blueberries.

A cat’s paws that are caramel-toned.

Conversations that turn into conversations before the old conversations have even ended.

Laughs and laughs and laughs.

Feeling the comforting pat on your back.

All of these things are sweet, and good…

But they are made all the more sweeter, when they come with a loved ones face.

Or one. Or two. Or three. Our four.

😍😍😍😍

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#1688 Day 190 of getting there: Spring walk to the park

You know what’s better than a fresh spring walk around the block?

Well, a fresh spring walk around the block, that leads to a park!

Today was park 4 out of the 5 within our 5kms. It was spur of the moment, as baby girl and I were chasing sunshine-y spots in the late afternoon sun along the footpath, and I knew that taking a longer route, would also lead us to the very well lit up park not too far from home.

She was all too happy to take that detour. 😁

I’m just so tired of being in the box. Of being in the box known as home. Gee, I love our home, and what we have created, and what we are creating…

But shit. You need a break. I need a break.

I wanted the sun on my face.

I wanted to feel the early evening chill start to settle around us.

I wanted to feel the cold seep through my clothes.

I wanted to move my body, and stretch, and look upwards, shield my eyes from the sky, hide from magpies, and look for the regular neighbourhood cats that we just know would be friends with our mate Mister F if they lived closer.

I wanted to do, and feel it all. And we did. 💖

#1681 Day 183 of getting there: Moving again

Today was weird.

Today, I felt like something was missing.

The day was fine. I felt fine. There wasn’t necessarily any major pressures.

The one thing actually missing was the homeschooling, but I wasn’t actually missing it in ANY shape of form.

But I think the start of the school holidays may have played some part in my weird feelings.

I still don’t know for sure what it is, that made me feel unsettled, off, incomplete…

But I have a few ideas.

It’s school holiday time. Usually I take time off and have a full schedule as we galivant around the state, going to attractions, meeting up with family and friends, and just generally having fun.

None of that is happening at the moment… I am working from home, and even if I wasn’t doing that, we aren’t allowed anywhere anyway.

None of the usual places are open. Almost nothing is allowed.

Today was a warm-ish kinda day. Knowing the week ahead falls in temp again, and we didn’t make use of today by going out for a walk, or to the park… Well it sucks.

So I had to do something. I had to change it up.

I started to move again.

Back when covid started, I was becoming more active, taking more walks around the block with baby girl, hell, sometimes running after her as she careened on her bike over rises in asphalt, as I tried frantically to catch up.

Still, I was running.

I was moving.

Winter fell, and the days grew colder. The lockdown and subsequent isolation, grew in length. The walks and runs around the block became more infrequent, and instead I turned to yoga. A regular practice began, and even though I wasn’t huffing and puffing, I was still doing something…

I was still moving.

But then a month ago, an infection struck. And due to the nature of it, I stopped everything.

BANG. Nothing.

I felt shit. Knowing I had been doing something good for me, mind, body and soul, and then I had to stop it abruptly, was actually quite painful emotionally. It was really difficult to grasp, but I realised my body needed some kind of break, so I gave it what I thought it needed…

Today though, I realised it was time to start again.

I did the yoga. I didn’t realise how much I missed it until I finished, and I felt…

Happy. Lighter.

My mood had improved.

But I decided to take it a step further tonight. Hubbie has been on a major health/workout kick since covid began, and he has very clear goals for where he wants to be when we get out of it… he has structured nights for different types of training, and work outs, and tonight was his push-ups and sit-ups night.

And I joined him.

But, baby steps, baby steps. When you know yourself well, and how you work, you have already won. I know that I don’t deal well when faced with a major challenge. When a task feels so huge that I don’t know how I will do it, I tend to give up easily.

I know I have to give myself little goals. Little itty bitty teeny weeny goals. It’s how I approach writing. And it’s how I’m going to approach this movement thing.

Not exercise. Movement.

So I did it! If someone had been a fly on the wall tonight, they would have seen me, Hubbie AND baby girl (because she thought it looked like fun!) on our hands and knees, huffing and puffing and doing sit-ups and push-ups.

When I start small, I am more likely to achieve.

But I don’t think I’m that unique. I think we’re all like that, right?

Anyway… I’m filling the void in a positive way, and looking forward to making little progress.

Day by day. Getting there… slowly.

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#1680 Day 182 of getting there: Spring in the house, Spring in the yard, Spring in our step

Today I really embraced the season we are in.

I did some pretty elbow-greasing Spring cleaning.

To some extent, I’ve been very slowly Spring cleaning since covid began in Autumn. Clearing out shelves, closets, drawers… throwing things out, making things neat and orderly, finding items a new home…

But then there is nothing quite like opening the doors and really getting into it, especially on a mild day like today.

Often I don’t plan to clean. Especially the major things… the motivation just HITS ME. Like today, I observed our kitchen fan, and how we had never cleaned it since our new kitchen was installed…

Um, almost 2 years ago now?

😳

So on a whim, I cleaned it all.

I just couldn’t stop there though. After that super-greasy task, I cleared through drawers in baby girl’s room, throwing out old stuff, went through other rooms, decluttering… and by 5pm, I realised one major thing.

Actually, two.

I was pooped. Exhausted. Cleaning things out of your life can be therapeutic but awfully tiring.

And… I had barely been outside.

I know. It was so lovely out, it was a shame to have spent the whole day inside…

So I called it. A quick family, 5 minute walk around the block before dinner.

Our home was showing signs of my Spring cleaning everywhere. And the front yard was showing signs of Spring too.

We had greenery sprouting everywhere. This one plant near our front door has literally grown 20 centimetres in a matter of a week. My tulips are reaching for the sky, the birds of paradise are facing the sun, the succulent is loving the season, and my roses aren’t blooming yet, but seeing their abundant green leaves gives me so much happiness.

Then we walked. Boy do I miss not having a mask on my face, to truly be able to breathe in the fresh air. But soon. I believe we are really getting there.

My family does too.

💖💖💖💖