Sunday, December 04, 2011
weekending
this weekend I...
- came to terms with the fact that the washing fairy doesn't exist
- wondered why our summer has, so far, been pretty wintry
- got angry at the lego
- made 'Christmas Lights' wrapping paper with Che (painted dots on paper)
- ate brie on baguette for lunch
- discovered that a 21-month-old friend of mine has more coordination that I'll ever have
- wrote a budget for Christmas (the numbers aren't adding up!)
- realised that one tidy room in the house is good enough
- taught a pre-natal class and missed the rubbing of my pregnant belly
- congratulated myself for mentally repeating "do not get attached" when Poet slept 12 hours last week
- suddenly remembered what it's like to have a baby who feeds all. night. long
- had an afternoon nap
- relished in the sipping of a cappuccino
- sat under a willow tree and watched children run around the vegie garden
- kissed Poet's incredibly chubby and squeezable cheeks
- admired my new vintage basket
- cuddled with Che and read Christmas stories
- took photos with Daniel and later, compared notes on composition, lines and lenses.
- decided that an early night would probably be best
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Monday, November 28, 2011
snippet
Little squares of fabric sewn onto paper. Tones of dove grey, jacaranda and mustard, interspersed with hints of French pink, olive and teal. I hope in the stitching a quilt will come together that offers comfort, warmth and a story to tell. Of Poet's first Christmas and the magic of the season.
As the owl says to Applesauce: "Christmas comes from the heart, Pig, from the heart."
Issues of the heart are all-consuming as are the ever-rolling lists in my head. The ticks never exceed the to-dos. The outgoings are increasing, the income is staying the same. It's an issue that gets thrown around this online world in abundance...housework and money are hot topics, didn't you know.
I was talking to a wise woman recently about my blog.
"I started it as a gratitude journal," I told her. "I found that I was always wishing I had more, hoping a better house would be in the near future, wanting more money. I wasn't entirely happy because I was so consumed with what I didn't have. And so I started focusing on what was already in my life and it didn't take long for me to realise that I was surrounded by what was important - a supportive, loving partner, a beautiful child, a safe and comfortable home, fresh, organic food, a pile of good books..."
When the normalcy of the daily routine becomes a little blasé, when the bills pile up and the work slows down, when there's an ongoing battle between the head and the heart, I take photos, gather my thoughts and bring them here. A practice in gratitude. And it always works.
Why do you write your blog?
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
the girl in the blog
In the past few years I've had a number of strangers approach me and tell me that they read my blog. My reaction is one of complete surprise, closely followed by gratitude. Then I get thinking about why you're actually reading my words - who are you? where do you come from? and why do you keep returning to this space I call Che and Fidel?
Being 'the girl in the blog' is strange. I am very honest with my stories here, I write from my heart about my personal life. But while what I write is the truth, it has never been the whole truth and it never will be. Living my life is one thing and blogging about it is, well, a story in itself.
There are times when I feel guilty for not commenting on your blog when you comment on mine. And then I realise that I've got blog-guilt and I laugh at the absurdity of it all. Reading blogs can be inspiring, heart-warming and comforting. But it's a big, deep world in here and there are plenty of times when I have, as a reader, been left with feelings of inadequacy, jealousy and self-doubt. It's silly and fickle, but it's real.
Many of you have commented or emailed me recently, expressing your thanks for the calm in this space.
And so it's with a coy smile and perhaps a giggle that I say: you can't have the calm without first experiencing the chaos.
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Monday, October 10, 2011
only now...
have I realised that our leap of faith has led to dreams realised.
Because today Daniel worked on a film set, I wrote stories from home while Poet slept beside me and Che played and learned at Montessori.
Tonight I sip tea with gratitude.
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In the past few years I've had a number of strangers approach me and tell me that they read my blog. My reaction is one of complete surprise, closely followed by gratitude. Then I get thinking about why you're actually reading my words - who are you? where do you come from? and why do you keep returning to this space I call Che and Fidel? 
have I realised that our leap of faith has led to dreams realised.
