Friday, December 19, 2014

Truths




Truths

In the twinkle lights of starburst dreams where flares and embers glow
Fragments of the yesteryears visit just to show

That even though you blink away they never go to sleep
They linger in the blackness near not far from keeper’s keep
And when you lie so very still the heartbeat is your clue
The truth of all the days gone past will rattle right on through

For Christmas is the time of year when memories are keen
When moments ripe with feather’s touch caress though sight unseen
When single slides of life arise from days of yesteryear
Reminders of the smiles you had when you were close and near

So dream beneath the southern cross the stars alight with light
Remember where your journey’s been to take you there tonight
So lie so still so very still let your heartbeats be your clue
And listen to the truths gone past - don’t let them rattle through

~*Heartpoet*~





Wednesday, December 17, 2014

One Little Christmas Tree





This time last week we procured our traditional real Christmas tree. Not from the scouts this year as they did not appear to be selling. This lil beauty (complete with re-usable stand) landed in our laps for a song. $30 was the paltry sum paid. An acquaintance had been gifted one but had already purchased one. Hauled up our front staircase, positioned in our lounge, dripping with my vintage Christmas decorations - she looks a treat. The festive scent of pine is wafting through our home. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas you could say.

I imagine my blog friends both near and far have watched the horrific siege in Sydney Australia play out on their televisions this week. A lil bit of Australia's innocence was lost this week methinks. Our hearts go out to those involved and our thoughts are very much with them and their friends/families. We never truly know what each day will bring. In life each day is a precious gift not a guarantee. I think we all tend to lose sight of that in this fast pace world. People leave home on any given morning and for varying reasons never return. Hold tight to those you love always.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

So I love you because...



My first date with my Poet?
December 2000. 
We have written about that time here...
Do you remember your first date with your current partner?
Do share?



Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Instagram?





Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Consider the fact that...



God? The Universe?
 Perhaps indeed!




Monday, December 1, 2014

Mature Age Student



The term "mature age student" sounds old, but it means anyone who is over 18 and has been out of formal education for more than a year. Guess what? In 2015 age 48 Miss Kimmie is returning to study. Yeah baby! Given I am married I am not exactly sure why so many call me Miss? But anyways I digress. For me, the biggest advantage of being a mature age  student (along with my life experience to date) is my decision to return to study has been formulated over a number of years, rather than a rushed decision, giving me plenty of time to properly consider which field of study to go into. A new direction. A new career. I am eager to throw myself boots and all into this next chapter of my life. Heartpoet and Brenton are both super proud of me, most especially given all I have faced (head on) in life to date. They both have 100% faith that I will smash this out of the ball park. Me? After a lifetime of being everyone else's cheerleader it's time to shake those pom poms for self. It's a big challenge. However I am quietly confident that I can and will rock this.

Study plans for the upcoming new year? Been a mature age student? Shake your pom poms for me?






Monday, November 24, 2014

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Currently


Mantra for 2015

Weather: Hot.Humid.Dry.Hot.Humid.Dry.Hot.Humid.Dry. This alabaster skinned flower wilts in these conditions.

Listening: I love, love, love this song. People can only see what is in your heart through your actions. A persons actions will always tell you everything you need to know. Walk the talk. Show me, don't tell me. A pretty face is nothing if you have an ugly heart!

 OK volume up loud.
 Get ready to get your groove on and sing with me now...


Eating: Last night I did a honey/mustard boneless leg of lamb. At $30 not cheap but to quote Heartpoet it was lip smacking good! There was enough left to slice thinly to put in crunchy bread rolls with homemade relish for today's lunch.

Drinking:
I am an ole teak soak. Now that's a saying I haven't heard in the longest time. Seriously though I find a hot cup of tea quite refreshing even on the hottest of days. I am not a fan of iced tea. Too sweet for me.

Wearing: Black/grey bejeweled maxi dress with black Havaianas (flip flops). Matching bracelet and earrings.

Feeling: Never forget a favor, Never forgive a slight. Those who truly love us don't walk away. They walk beside us every day.

Wanting: to thank the many dear hearts who wished me the happiest of Birthday's this week.

Needing: to put together a care package. My dear 2nd Cousin Ms G was airlifted by RFDS yesterday evening from her local hospital in a remote part of Aus after being rushed there by ambulance in pain this week. Kidney stones that pain more than childbirth she reports. With a young bubba and moving home this weekend the timing was crapola for her to say the least.

Thinking: Seems like only yesterday that I took the then 2 1/2 year old excited Brenton into hospital to visit his newborn cousin Miss A. You Are My Sunshine was our song. I would sing it to her as a baby/toddler and it would settle her instantly. This week she walked the red carpet for her Year 12 Formal with the looks/grace/style of a fairy tale princess. It made me a tad teary. I cried BIG sploshy tears.Taylor Swift's song Never Grow Up springs to mind.Then and now a beautiful ray of sunshine.

Enjoying: having a kick back chill out day at home today with the air-conditioning on. Heartpoet is snoozing on the lounge and Brenton is asleep also. Those two work long hrs. Both are a tad fatigued. The heat has got to them both this week. Hang on a minute Brenton is now up with plans for a beach visit with friends. Slip, slop, slap young man! Slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen and slap on a hat.

Missing: The cost of missing out is greater than messing up.

Watching: Methinks we are sometimes so busy watching out for what's ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are.

Reading: other peoples horoscopes and having a chuckle to self.



A good question to ask is:
Am I reliving the same scene, over and over again? 
What's my part in that?



In life.
You must scatter the seeds.
Love the seeds.
Have complete faith in the seeds.
Only then, will they become all that you hope for.



Til next time
Love & Light.