Friday, April 18, 2014

Piece by piece...a bit of me...a bit of thee

Physically/emotionally/spiritually - a changed person. A heart-song once so familiar now totally foreign. It has taken her many years to come to terms with this. If it was just her involved perhaps it would have been easier. Acceptance was a sad day. Lovely personal qualities that bit the dust never to be seen again...

He is so much like his mother in both looks and personality. However he is so much more. When she least expects it a certain twinkle in his eye, a silly facial expression, something he says or does, takes her back. Way back. Those lovely personal qualities buried under years of dust and debris are in fact not lost. They live on in another.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Hippity Hoppity Easter's On Its Way

Remember these cuties from the 60's? Lil fluffy bouncy baby chickens inside bakelite eggs. Came across a box of 12 all in original mint condition in my travels. Great for Easter decorating. I envisage Heartpoet's and my future grandchildren will adore these. From memory one used to be included with a fancier type boxed easter egg. You could see them through the cellophane window on the front of the box. I remember getting one or two of these as a wee girl. As a lover of all things vintage I was super thrilled to find these. Don't you think they are just the sweetest?!

I had wanted to get something symbolic for Rhiannon Easter of last year. I had impressed on her that this Mother bird does not cope well when her chicks stray from the nest for too long. Heartpoet and I purchased her the Yondale Family Nest and had all of of our names stamped inside. You get the birdie part, the nest part and the stamping for that price. A silver chain or black leather cord necklace can be purchased for extra if required. We purchased a black leather cord and as Rhiannon already had a silver chain she could wear it two ways. Bronte from Yondale Designs packages her creations beautifully, giving lots of attention to small details. She includes polishing cloths, spare parts (if required) etc. For those interested cost was $170 all up including registered mail. Combined with a bag of solid Cadbury eggs Heartpoet and I felt this to be the perfect heartfelt keepsake Easter gift. Ironically we will not be seeing Rhiannon this Easter.
 C'est la vie! :/

How do you and your family celebrate the Easter Season? Easter like Christmas is not quite the same without at least a few littlies around don't you think? Easter bonnet parades at pre-school and primary school, dyeing hard boiled eggs, leaving a carrot and glass of milk out for the Easter Bunny (although our 'bunny' preferred a stubby of beer lol), making bunny paw prints on floors whilst children slept using a homemade paw stencil and talcum powder, family get together's with Easter Egg hunts in the back garden etc. In recent years we find ourselves with a distinct lack of littlies among family and friends. My second cousin Georgia (who works with Indigenous youth in remote Karratha - Western Australia (past nominee - Young Australian Of The Year - for her work over there) is expecting her first baby in 7 weeks time. Georgia has shared with me the sex of her baby and the gorgeous names her and her partner have chosen. I have been sworn to secrecy re these two things so will have to wait to share more. I am hoping Georgia's bubba's arrival breaks the 'drought' and our lives are blessed with the presence of many more bubba's in the months/years to come. Heartpoet is going to make an awesome Pop one day, and as for me well I cannot wait to be a Nana. Heartpoet has decided that as keen as he is to be a Pop he is not overly fond of the name Pop or Poppy and informed Brenton that he will be known as Stuart (his name). Brenton retorted quick smart with - In your dreams buddy I have you pegged as a Poppy hahahahaha! Methinks if/when the day comes Heartpoet will agree to be known as 'baked beans on toast'.  It will only take one look at the babe for him to melt in a puddle on the floor and he will agree to anything. Heartpoet will make the best one of a kind slightly eccentric Pop. He will be much loved, of this I am certain. I must therefore keep my Poet in tip top shape as it is my greatest wish to be witness to not only this moment but many other special moments featuring him, myself and those dear to our hearts in the years to come.

This Easter both Brenton and Heartpoet have work on some of the days. We have a number of things planned. An extended family get together, a couple of special nights planned at home for just the four of us - healthy delish dinners (Seafood Good Friday) followed by decadent healthy desserts followed by board games (or a dvd) with freshly popped popcorn and homemade hot chocolates. Whilst online the other day I stumbled across the most sinful recipe for hot chocolate. Not something I drink however the other 3 (who don't mind the odd hot choccie here or there) will think they have died and gone to heaven. Heartpoet and I have a lovely day out planned for just the two of us. A trip to the cinema might also be on the cards if time permits (the 'kids' are welcome to join us). Easter time in Brisbane is my favorite time of year weather wise. Glorious balmy sun filled days and crisp cool evenings. Just perfect!

I am hoping Easter will provide some respite for my lil family re stressing about the cancer in Heartpoet's neck. I have no doubt after Easter everything will get very real and we will be thrown head first into round 3. Round 3 will include another bigger operation and ongoing radiation therapy. From all outward appearances I appear calm, cool and collect. In those quiet reflective moments the r word scares the bejesus out of me. Heartpoet has been a tad 'out of sorts' since his stitches came out and he received news of round 3. I have been applying pure Australian Oil Of Macadamia to his neck twice daily to help the big scar on his neck heal. This oil contains a high concentration of palmitoleic acid and is very similar to the sebum in human skin. No other known plant oil has a similar composition. The Specialist requested Heartpoet not shave the area and suggested he grow a beard.  So my Poet has opted for a shorter hairstyle and that designer stubble look that is all the go.  The kinda look Celebrity Chef Pete Evans pulls off so well.

The postie has not long arrived closely followed by the parcel delivery man. Not a bill in sight. Hooray! Two parcels addressed to me. How exciting. Whatever can they be? Off now to make a lovely hot cuppa and sit in the beautiful Autumn sunshine I mentioned earlier. My daily Vitamin D fix so to speak! Will open my parcels also. Curious as to what's inside? Me too! Pop back in tomorrow and I will let you know.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Life is an ever changing journey

Since Brenton hit his teen years I have had to cajole nag for a photo or two from time to time. Unlike Rhiannon, just the sight of my camera had/has him running. Le sigh! So you can imagine my surprise when Brenton gifted me the above photo this morning of him and Miss K taken yesterday by staff at Underwater World at Moololaba on the Sunshine Coast. "Here Mum I know how much you love photo's so we had this one taken especially for you :P" On close inspection a lovely photo at that! Heartpoet had to almost run for the smelling salts because I almost fainted in shock :-0  ;)

I don't blog much about the nitty gritty details of Brenton's personal life any more. Not because he has asked me not to. Respect and trust form the framework of our relationship. He has always been comfortable with the manner in which I share here. Oftentimes however there are other parties to be considered. So things may change/jump ahead and you may feel yourself saying hang on a minute when/how did that happen/come about? Perhaps I have not blogged bridging the gap. Know that in instances like that there is always a story. A story that I personally feel is not mine to share. That leaves things open for assumptions to be made - which can be right or wrong depending on your own personal mindset. Those who have grown to know and love us will likely be closer to the mark assumption wise.

 Life is an ever changing journey. There are no mistakes only chances taken....

Friday, April 11, 2014

Favorite Quote Friday

Just because you're a drama queen, doesn't mean we're going to treat you like royalty!

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy :)

Be careful little tongue what you say!
A lesson some people need to learn. It’s kind of like a cook tasting the food as s/he is making it – needs to be done to ensure that is what s/he wants to serve. Words are the same way. Instead, most people let them tumble out of their mouth without a second thought.
In my humble opinion a careless talker greatly jeopardizes his/her long term happiness.
So be careful how you tread my dears as every step will show...

Be careful who you take counsel from. Our emotions often cloud our judgement making it difficult to see the reality behind hidden agendas or motives in different forms of behavior.

There is a flow and a rhythm
 that seems to be guided by something much higher.
It is raw and it is real.
A soul-mate union - uniting body, soul and spirit.
He brings out the woman in me. 
Making me feel feminine and beautiful.
 He loves 'all my curves and edges, all my perfect imperfections'.
He brings me inner peace and balance.
He lets me move freely but embraces my shadow from afar.
I hear his whispers when he thinks of me.
His presence balms my patchwork heart.
I cannot imagine my life without him...

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Wednesday, April 9, 2014


Weather: Partly cloudy. Isolated showers in the morning. Winds southeast to southwesterly 15 to 20 km/h tending east to southeasterly in the middle of the day then becoming south to southeasterly and light in the evening. Top of 26C.

Listening: Songbird - Eva Cassidy & Fields Of Gold - Eva Cassidy - songs dear to our hearts (Heartpoet's and mine). I introduced my cousin Meagan to the sublime voice of the late Eva Cassidy. Now she is a big fan. Are you a fan?

Eating: Nibbling from a homemade antipasto platter - a lil bit of this and a lil bit of that - lunch - delish.

Drinking: Brenton returned home Saturday (from a week away with friends on Stradbroke Island) with the tail end of the flu. Last night it hit me like a Mack truck. I was due to have the flu shot this week :/

I am currently sipping a mug of hot Lemsip. Brenton is hitting the greengrocer this afternoon on his way home from work for some fresh Aussie lemons so I can make my Ginger, Lemon, Honey, Garlic Tea.

Kimmie's Ginger, Lemon, Honey, Garlic Tea

In a big plunger place:

1/2 lemon, sliced (incl skin)
Approx 4cm of fresh ginger, finely sliced
A heaped teaspoon of honey
Crushed fresh garlic
Fill the plunger with hot water.

Leave to steep for 5 – 6 minutes and then drink the tea.

For this to be effective you need to drink a lot – at least 4 – 6 cups per day. 

Wearing: Retro summery boho sundress with boho wrap bracelet and beaded thongs (flip flops).

My bracelet is the same as the one above but has two silver discs.
 One with Brenton's name. One with Rhiannon's.
 A gift from my Poet last year.

Feeling:  Two operations to date (one in 2011, the other this time last week) Heartpoet's specialist is now referring him on to the cancer clinic of a big hospital. 1 cancer was found first op. 3 in the op last week. Two have been removed with healthy parameters, one not successfully removed that has invaded the deep skin tissue. He awaits his appointment.  We have been told another bigger op and radiation treatment likely awaits. Then god knows what. So how do you think I am (he is) feeling?!?  :/

Heartpoet's neck Friday of last week
The stitches (17) were removed today

Want: There are things in life we don't want to know, but have to learn. Things we don't wan't to happen but have to accept...

Needing: One of your hugs would be nice right now.


"Here I go, I'll tell you what you already know

If you love me with all of your heart (with all that you are)

If you love me

I'll make you a star in my universe..."

Enjoying: the little things. The little things in life are what connect us to the bigger things in life. A simple daily hug to a lover or a family member may not seem that huge everyday, but when they are gone just the memory of this embrace can be a fulfilling memory that will make you smile.

Missing: I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize you never truly stop missing someone - you just learn to live around the gaping hole of their absence.

Watching: Love Child. The final episode of series 1 aired Monday just gone. Heartpoet and I both loved it! Bring on season 2 we say! (Currently filming and due to hit Australian TV screens 2015). Love Child Season 1 poised to scoop the pool at 2015 Logies yes? For my overseas friends I believe season 1 has now been released on dvd. Do yourself a favor and check out Australian Drama at its best.

Til next time...

"I want things back the way they were
I want things back the way they were
I want to rock this baby to sleep

If I can’t have what I want
Dear god, let me want what I have..."

Sunday, April 6, 2014

The passing of a beloved old friend

An Obituary printed in the London Times.

Absolutely Brilliant

February 7, 2013

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- And maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, launched a lawsuit and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death,
-by his parents, Truth and Trust,
-by his wife, Discretion,
-by his daughter, Responsibility,
-and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 5 stepbrothers;
- I Know My Rights
- I Want It Now
- Someone Else Is To Blame
- I'm A Victim
- Pay me for Doing Nothing

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.