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