Thursday, November 20, 2014

Happy Birthday To Moi


                   

 Pre Birthday selfies
Taken on: 17/11/14
Location: Our front garden.
Bring on the big 50! 
It's been quite a ride til this point. 
Life with all it's twists and turns.

Today (20th November) is my 48th Birthday. I awoke this morning in the rainforest. Heartpoet had whisked me away Tuesday of this week for a romantic two night stay. It was a total surprise. Heartpoet had booked the accommodation and filled our large esky with lick ya lips delish gourmet food items, drinks and treats. All I had to do was throw together a small suitcase for self and we were away. It's been hellishly hot/humid in my lil part of the world of late. Queensland is smack bang in the middle of a drought. Midday Tuesday as our 4WD climbed the mountain it started to rain. It's considerably cooler in the mountains year round. Imagine - a thousand twinkling stars lighting up an unpolluted inky blue night sky, thunder rumbling and spectacular lightening displays as storms brewed, rain pinging and tinging on the cabins tin roof, misty dusks and dawns and the magical sights and sounds of the local wildlife. Three words. Enchanting. Relaxing. Rejuvenating.



Fluffy towels.
 Fairtrade choccie.
 Rustic handmade lavender ball soap.



Misty mountain morning.
 Cup of tea in hand.
 The smell of crispy bacon - 
Heartpoet was in the kitchen cooking up a storm.



Diabetic friendly treats.



Who remembers Australian May Gibbs Snugglepot and Cuddlepie book? 
The baddies were The Banksia Men?

Whilst away the council turned up at our home unannounced (job was booked in for next week) to remove the massive Jacaranda tree out front of our place. The trees roots had become a safety issue. It was very much a case of chop and run leaving all their mess behind. A decent ole storm hit in later that night further adding to the mess. That same day an extremely lax motorbike postie dumped a bundle of mail at the base of our letter box leaving it open to be stolen and or damaged. Normally over sized mail that will not fit in our standard letterbox would be placed securely near our front door. This particular bundle had been carelessly tossed into a mulched garden bed on a rainy day. The local murder of crows savaged one particular easy to enter package (before Brenton arrived home from work) destroying one of my birthday gifts. I hold the seller of said item also accountable given the flimsy A4 paper envelope that was used to post such a delicate item of lacy clothing. Inside the envelope the item was wrapped in a thin layer of tissue paper. Given neither layer was protective from both the elements or rough handling of postal workers the outcome is of no surprise really. Of course neither Aussie Post nor the seller are keen to address this issue. Most disappointing. It was my second purchase from this seller. She will miss out on my future custom. We had left our home looking as neat as a pin on Tuesday morn so is was very disheartening to return home to chaos. Heartpoet was peeved as he had to head straight to work (Brenton was already at work) and did not want me cleaning up such a huge mess alone on my birthday. To add further insult to injury whilst I stood there pondering where to start Heartpoet's work vehicle which has had so much money poured into it for repairs this last year refused to start and had to be towed to our mechanic. I am hot, bothered and totally over today already. Feels a million miles from the crisp/cool place and stress free state I was in earlier this morning.

On top of the two nights away I also scored from Heartpoet the new iPhone 6, two Summer dresses (floaty & feminine), one now damaged beyond repair one of a kind boho lacy vest, 2 x bottles of my favorite brand of nail polish and a heartfelt card. Brenton gifted me a generous voucher to spend on my all time favorite skin care products, a perty posy of flowers and a heartfelt card. 



Perty posy from Brenton.





My Birthday Card from Heartpoet.
If you want a sneaky peak of what he has penned inside 
just click on photo's above hehehe.


We have plans for a quiet night in. My (our) favorite Thai takeaway washed down with my favorite pink champagne. Best finish up now and get both suitcases unpacked and the washing on. Big boy Silas and lil chubby girl Angel are both hanging out for some attention also. Hope this blog post of mine finds you all well and smiling.

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OK I have been advised that some of you cannot make out what Heartpoet has penned inside my Birthday Card. You all need new glasses I tell ya! Hahahahaha! Card reads as follows...

"To my darling sweetheart
Who tolerates my many faults and foibles
Who has a heart of gold and compassion
Who deserves the best of the best not the worst of the worst
Who will be forever young and ageless
Thank you for the blessing of being in my life
I love you
More than you will ever know!

Happy Birthday - Your 48th Year
xxxx"


     

Monday, November 17, 2014

Garden Showers



Had there been a momentary lapse in her thoughts, she might have noticed the slight movement of the edge of the window curtain to the edge of her left. Within focus however, she had missed the only cue that could have saved her from the events that were to follow.

On the next day, the fourth day of the week and the last of the Spring break, she awoke to the sound of garden showers. She loved the place where she lived when it rained. Puddles formed little pools in the green- lit gardens and the sounds of life rose to embrace the shadows of the day. Gumboots on, a raincoat swathed across her shoulders, she would wander through the spaces, squishing and sploshing while the raindrops fell. She was at ease with the world at such moments and could almost forget the troubles that had brought her there in the first place.

So much distress, so many wounds of the heart, too much for a woman to bear alone. Occasionally as the water gnats darted and dove across the toes of her gumboots she would allow herself the slightest luxury of remembering him. Masculine hands, smile that lit the sun, a place of retreat and peace and surety. She ached for him every breathing moment of the day. Essential living with a yearning heart. As quickly as she stretched however, she had to recoil. Too much danger in the mind. “Look at the petals” she said to herself, “how pretty they are in the damp!”

The day began to roll along and the showers turned to rain.



To be continued...



Sunday, November 16, 2014

Yearn



Yearn

To the screens a bow or curtsey thus as fingers spin the thought
Commitment to the rapid send that makes it all for nought
Sterile be the sentence short as lost emotions flow
Staccato on an absent trail where no-one has to go
Lightning strikes again to flash the storms pursue the brews
Language on a windy ride for emptiness renews
Letters tumbling from the sky the struggles on the screen
The seconds and the minutes lost for times that could have been
Tap tap tap keep tapping thus let human touch decay
Facing east instead of west upon this fading day
So yearn the sound of human voice and press for human touch
To linger with the world away from the ease of sterile clutch



~*Heartpoet*~



Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Shake if off



I'm turning 48 next week. Mum of a 21 year old. Today I coloured my hair and gave myself a lovely mani/pedi (ZOYA Black). I have a hair cut booked for Monday morning. Bring on the big 50 that's just around the corner!

It was back to hospital yesterday for Heartpoet for his 6-8 week post op check up. The Plastic Surgeon was most pleased with how nicely Heartpoet's neck has healed. I will snap a piccie and post it in an upcoming blog post. We are both ever so relieved to have this ongoing health saga done and dusted. Whilst there he was again checked from top to toe. The surgeon froze a couple of suss looking small spots on his face. Heartpoet was then good to go. The hospital are most thorough. He now has to report back in on a yearly basis for full body check. Thank you all for your kind and caring comments, emails, ph calls/text messages and snail mail cards re this matter. Very much appreciated. 

It's going to be a hot, dry, dusty Christmas in Brisbane this year methinks. Queensland desperately needs rain. Our poor farmers are suffering terribly. Christmas plans in my home are well underway: Gift shopping has commenced. Menu planning has been sorted. Wandering twilight (to beat the heat) Christmas markets hand in hand with my Poet. Throwing a pre Christmas party. Festive gatherings to attend. Trips to view Christmas light displays both near and far. Attending Carols by Candlelight and viewing Carols by Candlelight Christmas Eve on TV. Festive scented soaps - notes of apples and pears; followed by middle notes of eucalyptus, pine, and geranium; and well-balanced with base notes of vanilla, cedarwood and patchouli. Large festive scented soy candles (reindeer poo, orange/clove and sugar plum fairy). Plans for a real tree. Nothing puts me in the Christmas mood more than the smell of a real tree - difficult to come by in my part of the world. An expensive Christmas tree shop seems to have the monopoly in these parts. They let us down badly one year by 'accidentally' selling our tree to another. They then had the cheek to offer us an overpriced monster of a tree (way too big at full price). So I googled and googled and googled some more and finally came across a local scout troop that sell real Christmas trees as a fundraiser for their troop each year. The tree's on offer are not as aesthetically pleasing to the eye as the shop bought ones. However the joy on the young scouts faces as they help you select the perfect tree for you (offered up at ridiculously cheap prices which always has us telling them to keep the change), then carry your selection to your vehicle for you more than makes up for any minor imperfections. Our tree may lean a tad and not be quite as full looking but the overall experience is a festive winner in our eyes.

2014 has been a funny ole year across the board in my home. In many other homes also I believe from chatting to family, friends and acquaintances. For my lil fam the latter half of 2014 has been a time spent decluttering our minds/hearts and also our home. In a recent press interview Aussie comedian/actress Julia Morris mentioned (in all seriousness) wise words a friend once spoke to her. "There is something about admitting something is f***** and drawing a line under it". It's all about preferring not to dwell on the negative experiences and moving on. Drawing loving hearts/souls even closer and drawing a line under the rest and moving on. As we approach the new year I have to report that our decision to do this very thing has delivered up a new found sense of inner peace and calm. Although always spotlessly clean and tidy we have also been decluttering our home. Heartpoet moved into this home in December 2000. Brenton and myself arrived/moved in with Heartpoet in April 2001. We have been using the following as a gauge in recent months - useful or beautiful? Then it's a keeper. Tidy rooms - Tidy minds. We have outgrown this home and it no longer serves it's original purpose. Whilst this homes location was once critical in our original joint decision making - 14 years later it is a decision Heartpoet sorely regrets. On reflection Heartpoet strongly feels that he should have been the one to make the sacrifice and relocate to my home State. He feels that our overall experience as a blended family would have been vastly different if this had been the case. If I could turn back time (knowing what I know now)? Given the unforeseen (unimaginable) magnitude and enormity of what played out and given it directly impacted my then young son I would have to agree with Heartpoet. Having Heartpoet relocate to be with myself and Brenton would have been a much wiser choice. However regrets (as we all know) are pointless. Someone at the time had to relocate. That someone was selflessly myself and Brenton. I live with that choice daily. Brenton lives with that choice (made for him age 7 by adults) daily. Heartpoet truly respects/appreciates the huge sacrifices made on my and Brenton's part. If others don't then that is their issue not ours.

Heartpoet, Brenton and myself have big plans for 2015 - as a family unit and individually. We are in the process of shakin' it up and shakin' it off. Damn it feels good! Time to shake 'n' shimmy! Join us won't you?  To quote the words of the delightful Taylor Swift...

"Cause the players gonna play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate 
Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake 
Shake it off 
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break 
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, baby 
Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake 
Shake it off, Shake it off 

I never miss a beat 
I'm lighting up my feet 
And that's what they don't see 
That's what they don't see 

I'm dancing on my own 
I'll make the moves up as I go 
And that's what they don't know 
That's what they don't know 
But I keep cruising 
Can't stop, won't stop grooving 
It's like I got this music 
In my mind, saying it's gonna be alright."








Saturday, November 1, 2014

Ello ello ello


Watering the garden on dusk and what's that heavenly smell? 
My flowering potted gardenia's x 2 that are aptly named 'True Love'. 
My 2013 Valentine's day gift from my Poet. 
1 perfect full bloom and 1 bud with the promise of more to come.




Two (one of a kind) size 0 rompers.
Custom made for a certain lil much loved Miss.






Vintage knitted harlequin throw. 
Pristine condition. 
Only $35.
Booyah!





Definitely!


 14 years ago the Universe delivered on this for me.




Words cannot adequately convey the happiness I feel
when I reflect on the healthy/happy/caring and loving bond
 Brenton shares with Heartpoet.
They share a close relationship built/based on
trust, loyalty and respect.


Father's Day September 2014



Yup can definitely see this happening in years to come.




Dinner tonight - a low carb - diabetes friendly recipe - using my new Spiral Slicer.



Raw Zucchini and Lentil Pasta


Serves: 3-4

Cooking time: 10 minutes

What you need:

2 large zucchinis, spiralled – if you don’t have a spiral cutter
 use a vegetable peeler to ribbon your zucchini.

1 jar of olives, drained.

1 can lentils, drained.

1 can of pasta sauce 
(we had puttanesca in our pantry but anything works,
 even tinned tomatoes).

1 onion, diced.

2 cloves of garlic, sliced.

1 tsp chilli flakes.

Salt and pepper.

Olive oil.


Let’s cook:

1. In a large non-stick pan heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil. 
Add the onion, chilli and garlic and cook for two minutes.

2. Add the lentils, olives and cook for a further 3 minutes.
 Pour in the pasta sauce or tinned tomatoes,
 season and simmer for 5 minutes.

3. Distribute your spiralled zucchini among 4 bowls,
 add a generous serving of the lentil ‘Bolognese’ and enjoy.



Original recipe and photo source found *here*





Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Rain




Rain

For rain that falls on distant hills shall fall to lower ground
Clouds to pools of water rush from birth to life the sound
Leaves of rust to green uncurl they soak the country air
Breathing for the very first their hopes from deep despair
A frog erupts from burrow deep the eyes unglued to see
Diamonds sparkling on the gaze sweet luminosity
So life arises rainbow dust that spreads across the land
Colours mixed with nature’s call much grander than was planned
Clouded days and nights that weep splinters from the sky
Moist and soaked these water drops upon this scene so high


~*Heartpoet*~



Tuesday, October 21, 2014

A Softer Moment




A Softer Moment

Had there been a softer moment in the rays of moonlight gold
A sweeter songbird singing on a whisper’s sweeter fold
Had there been a curlew calling on the drifting of the breeze
Perhaps a harpist playing on the strings of gold to please
Perhaps she would have wondered for a moment on that night
Whether love was her supporter in the fading sunset light
For her life was never easy she had struggled and she’d cried
She had fought the savage demons and with anguish she had sighed
She had found and lost the life strength to battle day by day
Yet somehow she had surfaced and found another way

Had there been a softer moment in the rays of moonlight gold
A sweeter songbird singing…….now her story has been told

~*Heartpoet*~





Sunday, October 19, 2014

Happy Sunday







Books wash away from the soul 
the dust of everyday life.