Monday, 29 September 2014

Treading lightly

Tonight I went for a long run. My head felt stuffed full of spaghetti thoughts, so I put on some music and headed out under a beautiful crescent moon.

I thought about a million different things. I looked up at the moon, and I thought about the predictable cycle: waxing, full moon, waning. I thought about the seasons. I thought about myself, all the changes that have happened in my life, all the changes happening in me, and the good and the bad that comes with that. I thought about the people who love me, who have stuck by me fiercely, even when this road brings me to my knees and they have to bear the brunt of it.

I thought about my sunshine girl. Her easy laugh, and her open heart and the love she gives so freely.

When I got home, I felt like the wind had chased the cobwebs from my head, and my heart.

Things we've been enjoying this week.

After school science experiments. I bought this amazing science kit and we are loving it. Red cabbage powder, citric acid and baking soda seem to be a staple ingredient in most of our experiments so far.

Flower box hydrangeas.

And, of course, yellow tulips.

My favourite things this week? A hilarious cartoon memoir about the author's ageing Jewish parents who live in Brooklyn. And honeycomb, freshly harvested by my lovely friends on their lovely farm.

Rocking horse contemplations.

And flexing artistic muscles.

Paper lantern love.

And Gin & Tee love.

Oh! And this week we started with Daily Dish.

On Monday, our food was delivered - fresh, beautifully packaged, with gorgeous recipe cards, for the week.

It works like this. Everything you need for four meals is included. Every single ingredient except pantry staples like olive oil and salt and pepper. No waste because the quantities are measured out exactly according to what you need.

Everything is fresh, nothing is pre-cooked or preserved. My folks are doing it with us, so we order for four people. We alternate cooking, which means every second night I'm off the hook.

The best part for me is not having to think about what to make for supper. The recipes are super interesting (no more mac and cheese rut), and pretty simple. And the food? Awesome.

Would you look at me, all Nigella in the kitchen?

And this. I stare at her lashes, and inhale her exhalations and try and keep my heart from exploding like a grenade in my chest.

Also: whenever I see her sleeping, Sweet Child O' Mine crashes through my head. Guns 'n Roses love. I'm not ashamed to say it. 

And lastly, this. Which I love, because I find that most days I still ricochet around inside my endless emotions, and my non-stop thoughts. When I read this, well - it helps.

The phases of the moon, the changing seasons, the next step on a road you can't see the end of. It's all motion, isn't it? Moving forward, even if it's just an inch at a time.

Happy Monday.

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Breaking and entering. And the strong, silent type.

Today I broke into a sculpture park.

To be fair, I had driven almost an hour to get there. Only to be presented with a sign that said 'By Appointment Only'. I only wanted to see one thing, so I hung around for a bit thinking and watching the huge trees absolutely SHOWING OFF their spring greens.

Well. There was a fence. Made, I guess, to keep adults out. BUT. What they didn't reckon on was tiny adult humans. Like me.

Leaving behind everything I had been planning on taking along - lenses, a notebook, a blanket, a hat, water - I shoved the bare minimum into my back pockets. Cellphone. Car keys. Looped my camera around my neck, and weighed up my options.

Option 1: hippo? I say yes. My entry was going to be pretty risky anyway.

Option 2: over the fence? Or through? I opted for through.

And then I was in. And then a golf cart zoomed past on the path, and I threw myself down on the ground and contemplated how ridiculous I was being breaking into a sculpture park just to see an earth giant.

I didn't have time. I didn't have a clue where he was. But as luck would have it, I found him pretty quick.

After finding these two, and almost having a HEART ATTACK because I thought they were people.

And there he was. I was so exposed on this hilly bit, I ran in that stupid half crouch, half run thing that you see in the movies. I mean, does that even work??

Totally worth it. There is something so contemplative about him. His posture. The expression on his face. I was hoping to sit myself down between his feet and write something inspired. But that will have to wait for a more legal entry, I think.

And then - the mad dash back to the car. I ran as fast as I could, hoping like mad that when I got to the fence my keys would still be in my back pocket.

They were.

I didn't get caught.

I am definitely going back.

By appointment, this time. With hippo repellent spray.

Happy Heritage Day.

Sunday, 21 September 2014

One string after another

I don't have many words of my own tonight. I have overdosed on poetry, and reading, today. Which is kind of a fabulous way to spend a Sunday, but still.

Here are some of the things we've been enjoying this week. Small reminders that life is an oh-so-beautiful thing, and that our small moments are the full stops and exclamation marks of our stories.

The way the setting sun highlights our window for us every night.

Home love. It's all in the details.

And soul food piles everywhere.

She had her school concert. The girls were bunnies, in washing basket top hats, and the boys were magicians. She was thrilled beyond measure with her costume.

Less thrilled to have maybe stepped in bird poop.

And the morning after the concert, I did my first 10km road run ever. It was a huge deal for me. I felt like this when I woke up at 4am on Saturday morning.

But I did it. Got the medal and everything. Already looking forward to the next one. If I can walk on my right foot again by then.

Saturday patio painting sessions.

And summer salads.

And this. Wondering more and more, how this happened. What happened to the time? How did dirty nappies, and tottering footsteps, and sleepless nights, become this?

And small, simple pleasures. Happy hessian. Breakfast in bed. More things that just threw themselves at me in Typo.

Butterscotch brittle and our travel documents. Life couldn't be sweeter.

I follow thepoetrystore on Instagram. She posted this the other day, and I have been reading and re-reading it. I am also going through a slight balloon obsession, which might be why this poem has settled itself quite comfortably in a crevice of my soul.

Reflections of my soul in her eyes.

I couldn't love her more.

Hope your week is inspiring!

~ m