Category: 366 days of novice motherhood

Place: home

Poison: French earl grey tea

Favourite things: walks along the beach

Today I wandered, more like meandered along the foreshore. The sun was shining, little flowers have started to sprout where there was just weeds before.

There was a chill in the air still, but I smelt something new.

The awakening of a new season. We all know when it is nearly here, because we are so frustrated stuck in the last one.

Spring, a time to clean, a time to start afresh, a time to loose kilos, a time to chuck out.

It’s exactly 15 days till Spring, southern hemisphere…the perfect time to get yourself a spring action plan.

What have you been meaning to do for a long time but putting off?

What cupboard needs cleaning out?

What window needs redressing?

What bad habit have you formed in the recesses of winter?

What friendship have you neglected?

What skill do you want to gain?

What guilt do you need to let go of?

Answers these questions and get ready because we’re going to do a spring clean together in the month of September.

Prepare your heart for some cleansing.

September heart spring clean is coming.

Spring is on its way!

A

Place: home

Poison: home made yoghurt

Favourite things: renovating

I have been in a constant state of procrastination all day.

I am speaking this Sunday and I have needed too, wanted too study all day, yet have put it off, then thought a little and put it off some more.

What is it about procrastination that is so appealing?

Facebook, Instagram, pinterest, anything…anything…anything than the required task.

Aggghhhhh

Husband; do you want a coffee?

Children; let’s walk to the park?

Friends; text, text, text, text…

I will do anything, clean, hang the washing out, potter, cook, knit, crochet to get out of locking my thoughts and heart in my study.

I want to study but I don’t want to lock it in.

Once I force myself to that place of focus I’m suddenly in love.

Music playing. Thoughts flying. Inspiration burgeoning.

So why does it take so long to get there?

I believe procrastination is part of the creative process.

As I run away from the starting gate, like a horse trying to buck its restraints, my mind is perusing it’s boundaries and setting its course towards inspiration.

The avoidance is a place of seeking.

As I run away from the idea, it seems to catch me.

A internal game of hide and seek.

Procrastinate towards your idea. Ruminate, think, allowing the brewing to create frustration which in turn I find often brings about the desired result.

Confused

A little

Bemused

A lot.

Procrastinate with me.

(maybe you are already by reading my blog!)

A

Place: home

Poison: flat white

Favourite things: online grocery shopping

Monday’s don’t have to be manic.

Monday’s don’t have to be depressive.

Monday’s can signify a new start, a new day, a new morning, a new moment.

Monday’s have the capacity to be breathtaking.

Monday’s just another day.

Why do Monday’s seem to take us by surprise and create such bedlam in our hearts?

Saying goodbye to my husband on Monday morning is always bittersweet, driving into the city on Monday after a big Sunday was always difficult when I was working.

But Monday’s don’t have to be necessarily dark.

I find Monday’s a great day to start something new, a great day to set goals for the coming days, to strike off things on my to do…generally Monday’s can be boring but so satisfying.

Monday itis, is not a disease it’s a perspective.

Change your perspective this Monday and start something new.

Start a revolution, help someone out, pick up a job that you had been putting off. Smash it out at the gym.

Make Monday meaningful.

Make Monday a brilliant transition into the new.

A

Place: home

Poison: flat white

Favourite things: lazy Sunday afternoons

Adventure is awaiting.

Adventure is expectant.

Adventure is brewing.

Life is an adventure. We often act like it is a beige, boring, placating thing to be endured.

Adventure.

I know Monday mornings are like teething, late night feeds are stretching, rain does dampen a preposed Sunday afternoon picnic.

But it’s an adventure.

I read this on a tweet today

If we had no winter, the spring wouldn’t be so pleasant; if we had no adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. -Anne Bradstreet

The highs and lows, the winter, spring, sunny or windy, life was designed to be captured.

Life was designed to be lived.

Capture life, the hard days, the bright days, the bland days, the beautiful ones.

The pajama days, the suited up ones, the funky bikini days and the floral maxi dress ones. The plain old comfy jean days and the old renovating delights.

My friends, dear new and old ones. Accept the adventures, delight in the boring and embrace the meaningful with abandonment.

I know the everyday can be difficult, but they make the big days, the not so often ones all the more delightful.

Adventure is awaiting discovery.

Find it

Live it

Embrace it

A

Place: home sweet home

Poison: small sip of champers

Favourite things: Mrs Corina Penny

Today a dream became a reality. A young teenage, troubled girl, became a wife, a mummy, a friend for life.

Our first encounter was a random one and I gave her my mobile number, this young, timid, artistic fifteen year old. Something in me said, she will need your help and protection.

Little did I know that brief little encounter would turn into year upon year of struggle, pain, tears and turmoil.

Hospital visit after hospital visit, long conversation after conversation, my gorgeous friend struggled from teenagehood to adulthood. Many years her mum and I did not know whether she would make it another year.

Today however, today was the last paragraph on the last page of the last chapter of that part of her life.

Today a new story awakened, a new story is being written, the new story of Mrs Corina Penny.

Oh my what a day. So many times I didn’t think this day would arrive. So many sad days sitting by her hospital bed. So many days of struggle and pain.

So tonight I am in bed early. My heart is so happy, I needed to lie down to stop it from overflowing. My gorgeous friend has married her true love, the dark days are behind her and a new day has begun.

Awaken dear daughter.

Awaken dear son.

Gods loyal love couldn’t have run out.

His mercies are new every morning.

God is merciful.

God is a delighter in detail.

God sung loudly over this union today.

A