Why does the world stop moving? Why can we not breathe, why can we not see beyond the four walls of our own very being. Like a wall of asbestos. Like a glass vase and the water is filling.
As I lay there on a plastic bed with no more than a tissue dress…I face my own mortality. I see my parents saying It’s ok bubby…it’s not your time. You will not be joining us. There will be no bar in the clouds for you. You have not done your bit, you have not told the world of all your good. You are not to be with us just yet” This pure conversation permeates my mind. I breathe. Long slow breaths. The lifesaver of life sucks me in. I am having a CT scan. It is horrible.
Mothers Day in Australia
Your Mum sits gently in your heart. She sends kisses on the wind and blesses the ground where you walk. She has your back, your side, your front, your rear and your forward vision. She is the blinkers for your future. She is your guide.
Your mum gave you life. She carried you inside her being. She gave you, you. Knitted your eyebrows and put all your digits where they were meant to be.
The evening was destined for success. Beautiful girlfriends, amazing combustion of laughter and a few thousand Pinot’s. A sea of beautiful people. Think GREAT GATSBY with 2014 Melbourne fashion. God this city can dress. Can eat. Can play, can embrace, can enhance. It ignites, fascinates, mesmerises, engulfs, squeezes and tickles, pops and crackles!
MELBOURNE Australia is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It’s draped in a blanket of nature. Leaves fall from trees and gently line the streets. You are often woken by the sound of the street sweeper along the cobble stone paths. The ding of the tram bell or the giggle screech from the railway tracks.
There has been a lot of talk about NUDE this week. Nudity, nude inappropriateness, nude food, nude shoes, nude the colour, noodles, nude up, nude makeup…. It just goes on and on!
NUDE NOODLES IN CASE YOU MISSED IT .
Firstly Miranda Kerr decides to get her kit off. Showing one on the best arses in Australia. Followed quickly by Lara Bingle, Jessica Campbell, Elle McPherson, Margo Robbie… STOP ME!
Separated at birth…OBVIOUSLY
I have waited for you all week. I have had you in my thoughts. I have yearned for you. Just to sit in silence with you. To listen to your heart and feel your calm breath.
It has been an arduous week. Last week of school before a two week, holiday break. Ugh. The lunch boxes are tucked away for a fortnight. No uniforms or early mornings, no fighting over honey smacks (smacks you back)… No jostling for the mirror, no homework , no structure….Most of all
As I made my way along the wooden track I could smell the ocean. It had been a long time. The heat was lightly kissing my city skin. The sand between my toes, the roar of the ocean whistling chaos and turmoil. I stood there and watched the baron coast as earths great creature lashed the shore. I could not resist. I surrendered my weary body into the arms of mother nature . She drank the ill from my bones, sucking on my anxiety and feasting on the toxins of my world. Ahhhh the beach. Only a wet middle aged woman on an ‘escape’ knows the feeling.
Watch where you step ( CSI tape for a reason)
Right so it’s time to move again people. Time to move house. Seriously is it not the worst thing imaginable? (From the boring list )
2001 2003 2005 …birth and my latest headshot
A week in my shoes…. Ok we need more than a band-aid from where these shoes have walked this week. A soak in the tub thats for sure. May require a podiatrist .
(In no particular order)
Why is there no app on my smartphone to tell me where I am going?. Each day holds a new surprise. Quite often I am grateful for the simple things in life. The delight in my children, the frangipani in the tree outside my window, the froth on my morning coffee.
Other days I wish for more. Some days I wish I could just turn off and rely on THE SAT NAV OF LIFE.
The thing is, we all have one ( inner sat nav) , and if we can tune in to its frequency… we should.