Share a Little Sigh with Me
I need a moan. A little moan. About how bloody hard it is to be creative when your body surges and pulsates stress. Remember the days when your mouth used to twitch at the corners, ready to smile? Now there’s a little nerve right below my eye that’s replaced my smiling twitch.
I am so very tired. And as I try to muster up the spirit to create, share, connect, applaud, converse and celebrate other’s moments, I jus’ kinna do et Cap’n.
Hiatuses are good but then you get to liking them a little too much.
Share a little sigh with me?
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Morning Romance
Champagne light beige feather and raw moonstone by StillWithYou.
Found this beautiful feather earring on Etsy and thought it made things just that little more romantic. Here’s to a little romance in the morning.
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Not a Christmas Cookie Kind of Mum
If you saw the previous post you’ll understand that I’m backed up with images and am backtracking a bit here. As in decorating Christmas gingerbread cookies type of backtracking.
I hate to say it, but I’m not a Christmas cookie type of mum. My big contribution to the project was to eat the cookie and deem it the best Christmas cookie EVA. It wasn’t. So job well done, me.
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Resolutions
Resolutions. I had me some. They generally pertained to doing more art [check] taking more photos [check] and updating the blog daily this year [not so "check"]. My resolutions met my internet connection and the two didn’t get along.
However, connections are sorted. I think. I’ve crossed my fingers .. have you?
Life Has Texture 1: Road Trip
Daddy got the day off for the first time in a long while and she spent the time squeezing out many activities and seeing them as acts of love. We took a road trip to fly a hobby kite that dad had bought online a few weeks ago.
Hey Guys
Long time no see. My internet died completely. It turned out the problem wasn’t the fault of my provider or modem. The culprit was the port on the phoneline. Course it took over a month to sort through all other options because calling in a phone tech was costly. I’m not entirely out of the disconnection swamp, I only have accessibility between 7.30 am and 4/5 pm. I’m under the impression The Powers that Be are encouraging me to get a life. And so I did, and I’m happy basking in it.
Beautiful Connections
Beautiful connections are made of simple moments. Daddy took her fishing. She was “daddy’s girl” again and they snagged my heart. We can learn a lot from children and how easily they let the murk go. Everything is bright, shiny and new within the next heartbeat of a moment. Beautiful connections:
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Dingo Beach
Dingo Beach – is the tiniest little .. something. Comprised of some houses, a small hotel/bar/cafe and a gas station. Oh, and only the coolest beach and most chilled out atmosphere. I’ve set my heart on living there.
Dear Humanity
Dear Humanity,
Look. I get that you’re a little messed up. Aren’t we all? But at the end of the day, you need to remember to put your ego in your pocket and your heart on your sleeve. I understand that you got hurt along the way, but waving your bravado around isn’t fooling anyone and feeling foolish is actually ok. Especially once you realise how many of us feel like fools on a daily basis. So whaddaya say? Truce? Why don’t you put away the ego on your stick and I promise to quit rolling my eyes behind the safety of my computer screen.
Small (well-meaning) hint: when someone makes out that they care about you – believe them. Even though you may have given up on yourself or lost yourself along the way. Having someone see past your self-imposed limitations is actually insanely healing. Try being equally as generous. You’ll be amazed how far a little humanity will get you.
We’re not asking for much. Mostly, we’d like you to stop punching us in the face every time we smile in your general direction.
That’ll be all.
Class dismissed.
P.S. I seriously need to start a life school. Life might have a thing left to learn from me. I am insanely wise. Gandhi fears me.
P.P.S. As far as egos and sticks are concerned, mine’s ok cause it wears a World Peace banner.
P.P.P.S. Gandhi should start a blog. We’d then have more in common.
P.P.P.P.S. I’m mostly just kidding. In case I’ve offended you, Gandhi. Buddha is my friend.
P.P.P.P.P.S. (Jesus, try saying that three times fast)
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. These will end up as motivational posters. Start saving your money now.
