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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe days have been getting shorter and the sleep ins more plentiful. Autumn has bought with it a sense of peace and openness in my little seaside shack.

I have been thinking about the word open, as I have click clacked away with my muse, knitting chunky cardigans for my family this winter.

In a world where so many of our secrets are exposed extravagantly online, it is okay I think to have private moments that remain between those dearest.

Those private moments don’t necessarily need to bad things…

They can be;

unfolding situations

new opportunities

vulnerable seasons

As much as I believe this is true, it is easy as well to stay stuck in a closed place. Where the person we present to the world, is completely different to the person we truly are.

Would you call yourself open-hearted?

I know that there have been disappointed seasons when I haven’t been this at all. Where I have done everything I can to hide truly who I am, because I have been so hurt by people, betrayed, let down, disappointed, living often with unforgiveness.

I remember those times.

I remember those places.

They were difficult seasons.

What if you tried though, despite the loss to live a little more openly?

with your friends

with your children

with your closest.

okay with imperfection

undone by your mistakes

open.

What if closing down, wasn’t our response to difficult situations?

Where the walls shoot up, walls that are difficult to be scaled by anyone.

Sitting inside that safe place hoping the giants don’t then try to climb down the beanstalk, from the heights you have hidden them.

What does it mean to live openly?

Opening our hearts and starting conversations that matter, even when they are awkward.

Opening our hands and sharing our possessions, with our neighbours, our hair dressers, our cafe baristas.

Opening our houses as opportunities of restoration to those who feel a little rejected.

Does that mean our lives are open?

These have been the thoughts running through my mind, as chunky knits slip through my fingers, this autumn in the bay.

Small, large and difficult thoughts, that have made me reflect on situations a little differently in my days.

How about you?

What are you thinking about lately?

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If you want to live a little more inspired this April, why don’t you print off these prompts and use the hashtag #inspire15 and do something creative with me.

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At the beginning of last year, I started a hashtag #inspire14 which was all about doing something creative everyday to inspire another. We had people joining in from all over the world, doing creative bits and pieces, to inspire another.

This year I began #inspire15 and I wanted to put some focus into our creativity together.

April Prompts

Here is my challenge. To print, or open this PDF to create from the words I have produced for the month of April.

As you are creative around this word prompt, hashtag #inspire15 to showcase what you have been doing and help one another to live inspired.

I am going to attempt to write here with the words every day of April. However two little people means a lot less time at my desk these days.

Let me know in the comments if you are joining in. Even just one day a week, every couple of days or once this month.

Speak soon O creative ones.

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Small sacrifices

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Tuesday mornings are full of music, dance, laughter and long walks on the beach.

Today I decided I won’t say yes to anyone else except my family on tuesdays.

Today, I am so grateful I didn’t go back to work, even though sometimes this decision drains me. When hands grab at my hair, clothes, buttons, shoes and ears.

Moments that I will never forget, the days when I say goodbye to nappies, teething and tantrums.

Lately I have been overwhelmed at the blessings that come when I make small sacrifices.

Silent revelations.

Mummy moments.

Decisions to say no to that which distracts and yes to what is important.

Thinking about them being little and celebrating these small moments.

Letting go of all the obligations and really trying to be thankful.

Small sacrifices.

Being quiet, when all I want to do is speak my mind.

Saying Thankyou, when I really don’t have the time.

Laying down my phone, when all I want to do is scroll.

Asking questions about others, rather than being consumed with myself.

Small sacrifices.

They truly make a day, that has the capacity to just flow into another, beautiful.

Small

Tiny

Inconsequential

Sacrifices

Conversations

Cuddles

Gratitudes

These are what make up a life.

These are the memories that mark my children’s perceptions of their Mum.

Thankyou, whoever is reading this today, for the small sacrifices you have made to prefer another.

This is the glue that holds our community together.

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Church, it was never designed to…

God, spirituality, hope

God, spirituality, hope

Most Sundays I wake and the first thing on my mind is Church. Not the hipster interpretation of a group of people judging each other for what they wear and how cool their instagram feed is.

Church; intentional, beautiful, broken, often disappointing.

What thoughts come to mind when you think about it?

Old men wearing robes and swinging incense?

Scandals, laced with deeply hypocritical dialogues?

Times when you have trusted people and they have completely broken that trust? or

Moments of sacred contemplation lighting a candle for a loved one?

Music?

Money?

Coffee?

Fashion?

Judgement?

What comes to mind?

The word Church actually means a gathering of people. A community of people seeking God, taking time to reflect on their internal spiritual worlds and encouraging one another to look outside of that introspective place.

Sundays make me think about my people, my faith, intentions, opportunities, forgiveness, forgetting or trying to do my best to let go at least.

Church is not;

a set of rules,

an obligation,

rituals,

make believe,

a crutch for the weak,

a costume that you wear.

Lately I have been consumed with seeking the new.  New days, new ways. Echoes in my heart over and over.

What is next? What needs to be left behind? What is religion? What is real?

In my pursuit of truth, I don’t want to lose sight of what is good, what is meant to be hard, what is beautifully incomplete.

Church.

It will never fulfil every desire, it will never be perfect, it will never satisfy you, because it was never designed to.

It was designed to make you hungry.

It was designed to make you seek.

It was designed to make you hope.

It wasn’t designed to give you all the answers because people can’t, only One who is greater can do this.

Church, its not just something I do with my friends (as much as love to)…

It is brutal. It confronts. It makes me feel awkward. It hurts.

It also heals, it reforms, it refreshes, it challenges, it brings new life.

Church; People, questions, seeking, hoping.

It is the hope of the world.

Fallen.

But designed to be free.

If your experience of church has been broken, you are not alone. Don’t throw away the deeply sacred journey of doing life in community because it doesn’t satisfy all your needs.

It was never designed to.

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jump puddles in your nightie

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This morning rain came to our seaside home for the first time in months. Waking to the sound of rain and the warmth of my doona was a gift for this tired mumma this morning.

My son came softly into our room telling us the sun was up and there were puddles to be conquered. ‘Rain has come mum. Can I put my chicken boots on?’

You see he has this pair of gum boots that he only wears when he visits his Nan’s chickens. Today he connected the boots and the rain, ready to explore.

Boots were thrown on, rain jackets peeled over and the puddles became his playground.

‘Take a photo Mum, take a photo.’ but I was only in my nightie and hadn’t even managed a coffee yet. The milk was off, the coffee machine sat ready and I picked up my camera.

Some days, you just need to capture moments that are right in front of you. Making brain pictures of your less than perfect, immeasurably beautiful life.

Running around half naked in the rain with your three year old makes the most perfect start to our weekend.

What memories are in your today that you might be missing?

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