#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. 💖🙏

#1848 The beachside market

It was grey, and even drizzly as we left the house, but that wasn’t going to stop us.

Neither did it affect the herds of people walking blocks and blocks to get to the Mt Martha South Beach Market today.

It’s a beautiful little beachside market with great water views, a real village feel, and baby girl and I wandered about, smelling this, touching that, ooh-ing and ahh-ing as required, and then also…

EATING THIS.

You know those spiral spuds that you find at any kind of outdoor, food truck dependant event? Baby girl loves those. As soon as she saw there were food trucks, she was suddenly hungry, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

We walked around some more before I caved in. Hell, even I wanted a spiral-y spud.

We took our skewered potato and sat on a bit of a hill, not even facing the market behind us… because the view in front was so much better.

So much of my days are spent trying to get as much done as possible… ticking things off my list, running from one task to the next…

But here, we just sat. I moved all else from my mind. Felt the damp grass on my butt. Slight sprinkling of water on my head.

It was a lovely moment. 💖

#1831 When the hose goes up

Can you think of a more carefree time of your life, than when you were a child, hanging around your parent in the yard on a hot summer’s day, as they watered the garden…

You know.

And the hose, went up?

Showering you with droplets of water in a kaleidoscope of colours, filtered by happy squeals, to the background of smiles all around?

Tonight the hose went up at our place.

I was hot, but not just the hot that envelopes you in temperature… it was the kind of hot that starts at your centre, and then burns outwards, filling you entirely and burning you up whole.

I sat at the front of the house, watching Hubbie water the garden, and baby girl follow him. Then I stepped down to them, and asked –

“Hey… you mind turning that hose up for a sec? I need to cool down.”

Up the hose turned, with a devilish smile. I cringed at the cold drops, jumping in my spot, and baby girl ran circles around us, coming under the shower of rain again and again.

And we did it, again and again.

It made it all better. 💖

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#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…

😮😮🤣🤣

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. 💖🏖

#1829 Water balloon fight!

It was hot. I really wanted to go to the beach today.

But, we were still under restrictions. Beach-going, felt like a no-no.

I had read an article the other day where it was explicitly stated that sunbathing wasn’t allowed.

But beach… it’s exercise, right? In some ways it was just like taking your kids to the park, and that was allowed. I put the idea to Hubbie – why don’t we walk through the shallow waters of the beach, across the whole expanse of beach, and then turn around and go back?

And we’ll just conveniently be holding towels and wearing our swimsuits?

His answer was definite.

“If I’m going to the beach I want to sit down!”

Fair enough. He had been running around all day, so he kinda didn’t wanna be running around more, plus in HEAT.

But then I got another idea…

Water balloons!

Baby girl was rapt. I’m sure her excited squeals could be held all the way down the street, as we pelted each other with balloons in the backyard. It was a WHOLE HEAP of fun, and it actually did cool us down, so much so that we were pretty good the rest of the day.

There. A totally inventive and fun way to keep chill. And there’s exercise involved there too, so you don’t miss out… all the bending over and picking up of broken balloon bits off your backyard grass, later.

🤣

#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. 💪

#1751 My balcony moment

I’m feeling a little sheepish, because I didn’t get to capture the most peaceful and beautiful part of my day.

But like many things in life, just because it wasn’t snapped, 📸 doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

The heart can tell it happened.

I find this happens in the most perfect moments. Those where we are free, going with the flow, living from within our purpose.

And we don’t have a camera on us.

AND running off to grab a camera, well it kinda defeats the purpose of being calm, free and all.

But it happened today. I had a coffee up on the balcony as the sun was approaching midday point, so half of the balcony was still in shadow…

But the other half was lit up.

I moved my chair to the part where it SHONE. MOVED IT RIGHT UP.

And I sipped my coffee.

I thanked my lucky stars that I was enjoying this beautiful moment, up high, right under birds as their wings flapped above me, dragonflies whizzing about in the garden below me with butterflies gently meandering, the waters shimmering in the horizon, with the still and warm air enveloping me in a gentle embrace…

While my coffee got me buzzing. 🤩

Still, I was calm. I was grateful.

The sun was shining on me.

That was all I needed.

#1590 Day 92 of getting there: Shelter and the sky unleashed

As I walked quickly to get baby girl from school this afternoon, the umbrella was firmly in my hands.

Closed.

I defied the wispy drops falling from the sky. Clouds abounded, but there was still light… waning.

The kids were soon released, and when the wisps turned into a consistent drizzle –

WHOOSH! Up went the umbrella.

Still, baby girl chose to run ahead and walk with a friend, while I stood with a fellow Mum under the black shade.

It wasn’t that bad.

But that all changed 20 minutes later.

At home. We were warm. Dry.

And the house went dark.

Soon… the distinct loud pattering of approaching rain was on our doorsteps.

And all around us. Enveloping the house.

Loud.

Water spilled out over the gutters, making waterfalls on all sides of the house.

It pooled outside the windows, creating mini flows of river.

Ice descended too… if only for a bit. Hitting the concrete hard like a cracking whip.

We watched from the shelter of our home.

It sure was great to be home.

#1570 Day 72 of getting there: bathe it all away

I’ve always had an attraction to water.

I may have said it before, but growing up in my teens, I used to tell bestie that one day I wanted to have a beach house.

I didn’t know how. I didn’t know when.

To be honest, I didn’t even know if it were possible.

It certainly didn’t seem possible at the time.

And yet… isn’t it funny how things end up working out?

Water isn’t only my recluse. My solace. Living near, being close to, or sitting under water has been shown to bring about many benefits to ALL people, some of which are lowered stress and anxiety, and just a greater sense of wellbeing.

In the Summer, I am far more relaxed. Yet I still find myself breathing deeply when wading through the beach waters, taking it all in, and giving myself a moment to meditate with my eyes open.

In the colder months… different story.

Driving past the beach helps. As does looking out the window. But another way I find water submersion in Winter, is in my own home.

The bath.

I had planned on an end-of-week bath, but today, as mentally and emotionally stressed as I found myself, I realised I needed to hurry the ‘me time’ to tonight.

So, what do I do?

I light a candle. Make sure the water is HOT.

And then, not very much at all. That is the whole point after all.

I do watch my thoughts. I open myself up to the Universe, to see what questions come to me, and what answers just as quickly flow through me.

I remain impassive. I let go, my fingers floating on the surface of the water.

I breathe in light, love, and all the good in the world. All of my hopes, desires and dreams.

And I breathe out negativity, and that which does not serve me…

Then I pull the plug.

And the black energy I’ve expelled, goes down the drain.

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