Wanting: Grandchildren one day. Heartpoet and I are currently enjoying spoiling my second cousins new babe. Such fun! I cannot wait to see my soul mate hold his first grandchild (in the hopefully not too distant future). Heartpoet's OOAK personality will make for the best Grandpapa methinks. No pressure Brenton ;) hehehe.
Gorgeousness x 2
Looking: at helicopter flight schools for Brenton. Last weekend he went for his boat and jet-ski licenses and passed with flying colours first time. Same with his car license and motorbike license over recent years. He has his sights set on a commercial helicopter license next. Go you good thing!
Playing: mind games is not my cup of tea.
Deciding: to move house. It's in the lap of the God's at present. Bring it on!
Wishing: you sunshine and laughter.
Enjoying: lunch dates with my handsome 21 year old son. We take turns shouting/choosing the restaurant/cafe. He always drives. One on one time to catch up on each others news. He and Heartpoet do similar Father/Son nights - a few games of pool followed by a pub meal or sushi then a movie etc.
Waiting: for 'He Who Rules My Heart' to return home from work. I miss him. We have simple plans to potter in the garden this arvo. Just being in his company will be lovely.
Liking: Liking your own fb status is like giving yourself a high five in public hahahaha!
Wondering: how some people sleep at night. Although I am guessing they do not.
Loving: my new oh so soft and perty wrap/shawl. The pattern is 'The Serendipity Wrap' and was designed by someone named Kim!!! Made for me by a dear friend of mine named Bel. Bel, a solo mum of a special needs child included a lovely letter in the parcel which in part read...
"So many times over the last few months I've wanted to give you a great big hug. A shawl is pretty much a knitted hug. Know that you are loved lots. I don't know if you wear shawls, It's OK if you don't. I just wanted you to have something made for you with love".
*Cue sploshy tears* Will treasure forever and ever.
Made with love
Pondering: There is a need to bathe others in kindness. There is a need to bathe ourselves in kindness.
Considering: There is a need to remember, know, be clear about who we are – not to let the world impose its thoughts upon us.
Hoping: I was hoping you and I would end up together Heartpoet ;)
Marveling: Tragedy cannot be the end of our lives. We cannot allow it to control and defeat us.
Needing: squishy hugs. One can never receive too many.
Smelling: Precious Patchouli incense cones burning on my front veranda and Song Of India Solid Fragrance on my neck, wrists and backs of ankles.
Topping up my incense stash
Wearing: Paisley print sundress, boho bracelet and black thongs (flip flops).
Following: my favorite bloggers on fb, twitter and instagram.
Noticing: the apple does not fall far from the tree.
Knowing: me, knowing you (a-ha). There is nothing we can do...
Thinking: It's not always where you are in life, but who you have by your side that matters. Some people drain you and others provide soul food. Don’t jeopardize your dignity and self-respect by trying to make someone accept, love and appreciate you when they have proven that they are incapable of doing so.
When you leave the wrong people behind you make room in your life for the right things to start happening. When people show you who they are, believe them the first time. Heartpoet cottoned on to this life lesson a lil earlier than I did. 2014 for me has been about taking my rose coloured glasses off. I (we) don't trust words, we trust actions. One chance turns into two and two chances turns into too many. So now when the wrong people come a knockin' (or a textin' as the case may be) we apply the 'FC rule'. Do you know what FC stands for? Fat chance!!! Since implementing this simple rule lemme tell you that life in general my friends has been schweet! Heartpoet's depression has totally tapered off with this trigger removed. Happy days!
Admiring: the two perty posies that my Poet purchased for me this week.
Thank you for the gorgeous card Terra
Sorting: Useful or beautiful? Then it's a keeper. Tidy room - Tidy mind.
Buying: potted flowering colour to refill some outdoor planters and some organic herbs to top up my herb pots.
Getting: Careful what you wish for as it can backfire on you in the most spectacular fashion. Did you get what you deserve? ;)
Bookmarking: a few low carb/ low sugar recipes for next week.
Disliking: people that are nasty/cruel/spiteful/vindictive to small children. Your turn will come.
Opening: When opening your mouth engage your brain. Is it true? Is it kind? Think before you speak.Your reputation is linked to your words.
Giggling: Grandma (Heartpoet's mumma) and I were giggling like school girls during our 1/2 hr phone chat last night. Something she saw then relayed to me had tickled her funny bone and had her in fits of contagious giggles. Heading into her late 80's she has recovered remarkably well from her stroke and hip replacement. We had the loveliest chat last night. She was so happy to hear from me. The UK is such a long way away...
Feeling: loved! When you feel loved, everything always feels like it's going to work out fine.
Snacking: on farm fresh strawberries.
Coveting: Time with those I love. Treasure the love of people and the value of time. After they disappear, we only have memories to keep in mind.
Helping: I go about my days with an open heart. We all shut down from time to time, particularly when we feel raw or exposed. However the minute we shut down may be the minute a life changing connection/experience happens. Open your heart and feed your soul.
Hearing: Aussie Taylor Henderson's (self written) new single Host Of Angels. Such a heartfelt pretty song...
"Little girl looking at the ceiling, Little girl how are you feeling, There's no shame in being alone.. The tears you hide, Behind your eyes, Cry 'em out until they're gone.. So I can, Hear you call Behind the, the brokedown walls That you been building for so long... So let it out, It feels good.. So let the weight, the doubt, the hurt, the burn that you've withstood..... But ohhh I know you'll make it through.. There's a host of angels watching over, over you."
My girl dancing in the summer breeze smile as wide as the old oak trees Hair alive in the morning light flecks of gold on her legs of white Arms to the skies where the gods respond rains of love on the lily pond Gentle touch with her gentle heart close to hand at every start
My girl skipping on the grassy earth soul entrenched in a mother’s worth Skin as soft as a feather’s fall softer than a whispered call Polished nails complete her toes crimson hues to purple prose Magic in the morning air elegance and a lady’s flair
My girl lying in my arms complete whispers in the summer’s heat
Syllables and a single sigh come to rest on a moonlit thigh Quiet in the late night’s glow magic in emotion’s flow Restful sleep with an angel’s charms home at last in my girl’s arms
Are you still on the bus that sways to and fro as the corners and bends pass by Life on the slow as traffic lights bleed and the questions remain why oh why Living on straps from the ceiling to fall leathered and weathered they hang Waiting for you to let them all go to leap from the bus with a bang
Are you still on the bus is your mind not at rest is your ticket all frayed and decayed Have the moments slipped by as you hold on for life on the rickety journey you’ve made Preserving the dreams of the days that have flown to worlds that are distant and lost Sighs and the shrugs of your shoulders that drop at the thought of all that you’ve tossed
Are you still on the bus that staggers ahead as the thunderbirds ravage with speed Stirring the dust as they zoom back and forth with the days of the future they plead Screaming their tyres they zoom to the rear they call for your life to resume Leaving the past to the place it belongs in the shelter of despair and the doom
First step, take a deep breath
You don’t need a reason why
You can, you can take, take time
You can, you can walk, run, dive
Close call, you think you might fall
But all you gotta do is try
Even angels, even angels learn… to fly~!
I would fly you to the moon and back if you'll be . . . if you'll be my baby ~Savage Garden~
If I was a fairy I would be named Hex Icefly
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in places hexed and tainted by black magic.
She is only seen at midday under a quiet, cloudless sky.
She wears black feathers and rose petals. She has icy blue butterfly wings.