Marchness

The month of March in pictures...

Supper time at Moonstone manor...

Our new log store, made from recycled pallets.

Puppy trying to catch a bubble.. He did, but you'll have to zoom in to spot it in his rather large mouth.

A friend posted a desk based meme on Facebook, don't know what mine says about me??

Nothing finer on a crisp, spring day than an oh so hot cup of tea :)

Jitsuqueen and our apparently cyborg/terminator dawg.

Yarn bombing project for Jitsuqueen's art instillation.

Birthday pressie!!

My birthday, feeling the pain at 39!

The boy child. And washing. And crocheting.

March?? It's March already you say??

My next door neighbours are lovely, they have 2 daughters - one of whom I went to school with. Said daughter has got a lovely little bundle of joy who is around 14 months old.

And they are staying the week, next door, with plenty of nurturing from the neighbours - lots of tenderness for the grandchild and a big 'ol heap of motherly/fatherly love for the daughter.

Do you know what?? I love hearing the gurgles, giggles and shrieks of delight emanating from their house. The fact that as they are pushing the pram down the driveway, they always stop to have a look at the puppy (who is gazing at them through the fence) and the baby looks at this giant ball of brown fluff with wide, blue eyes of wonder.

Hmmmm, oh my days. Babies are special aren't they? My babies are currently hurtling towards adulthood at warp speed so it's kinda nice to look back at the photos of yester year....

I spent an afternoon looking through some old piccies... here are a few.

By the way, be prepared... my babies are veerrryyy cute...

{this moment}

Joining SouleMama for {this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.

Reflection

I have been thinking, searching, struggling and hoping for the last few weeks.

I guess also, there has been a lot of reflecting going on as well.

A friend sent me a link to a website where people had uploaded letters to their inner/ former 16 year old. It was called Dear Me

Anyhoo, I decided to give this a go but with a twist - a letter to my future self....

Here it is :)

Dear Me,

Hopefully this letter will reach me when life is peachy keen. When the image I have of myself has become a reality, when fear doesn’t control our life...

So, future me- I picture you smiling. Your hair is long and glossy and swishes when you turn your head.

Did I mention the smile??

Your smile is an easy invitation to be around you. You haven’t lost your sense of humour or your empathic nature - they’re just a couple of things that draw people to you.

Plus you don’t mind mixing with people, you enjoy company and aren’t scared to mingle anymore. You actively seek people out nowadays.

And you’ve lost enough weight so that you’re comfortable in your own skin. I’d go so far as to say you are sparkly and glowing.

Also you’ve found a community that you can belong to, dipping in and out of - if and when you please.

The kids are happy, smiling and laughing. Enjoying their lives. Satisfied and not yearning for something they can’t have.

Really loving the path their lives are taking them on.

Shermil is relaxed and content. Not striving to make more money or think that he needs to provide more anything and everything for us. He laughs a lot. The stress doesn’t sit on his shoulders anymore like a little child tired of walking too far.

We travel a lot to far flung places where the roots of banyan trees hide doorways into temples that are cool, dark and almost forgotten.

We ride planes, trains, tuk tuks, elephants - all types of vehicles that help us explore the hidden and mysterious - the garish and loud - the serene and tranquil.

Places that this beautiful world is desperate for us to see.

I can’t wait to meet you, future me.....

I think we’ll get along just fine. You’ll sooth my anxiety riddled brain, you’ll kiss my furrowed brow and gently whisper in my ear, “Just trust. It’s going to be alright. Life is meant for living and loving. You are perfect the way you are. Try not to rush - you can be and see more clearly at a slower speed. Remember how loved you are, okay?”

And then my shoulders will stop being so tense and reposition themselves from their usual ‘up around my ear’ location to a more natural place... My jaw will stop clenching and aching because it doesn’t need to anymore because hey, the stress has gone! The anxiety will fade into a distant memory and we’ll remember to breath, live, enjoy and experience.

All that peace and happiness WITHOUT any medications.

And you’ve finally finished crocheting Loll’s festival poncho :)

I love you,

Me xx

Mostly cloudy with a chance of numb

I had a headache this morning, all nasty and gnarly in my noggin. So I slept. Probably 13 hours in total. And now I feel a little numb, like all my shiny has been dulled..... Don't worry - I get what I mean :)

Today I am feeling grateful for the little things: the stove being lit all day to warm us; pretty wool to keep on crocheting the Jitsuqueen's festival poncho; somebody else taking the dogs out for a walk; books to read & beds to sleep in...

And the awesome husband who takes my moods and headaches as gracefully as he does.

Hoping the week to come is wonderful.

{this moment}

{this moment}

A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.

{this moment}

A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.