Sneaky Peek : Autumn Light


Here is a day,

dawn to dark,

a string of moments small enough to

ignore or notice,

a stretch of time

between awakening

and sleep to be

savored, or brushed

aside in the rush

to some distant

destination. Here

is a day, different

from any other,

with its own flavor

to be tasted. The

golden glow just

before the sun

rose held such

promises as I

knew must be kept –

knew beyond even

the nagging whisper

of doubt were true –

that this very day

the whole perfection

of the universe can

be inhaled like the

scent of fallen leaves,

the heady fragrance

of trees returning what

was never theirs to keep.

                 Danna Faulds

This poem was shared in my yoga class on Saturday morning and I thought it was so perfect for this time of year.  I love the soft light of these Autumn days and the vibrancy of orange leaves that cling on so delicately to their homes before drifting to the ground.  Xx


Ordinary ♥

Today I am loving this poem that I recently saw on Facebook.  It is good to be reminded of the simple things in life and to enjoy the ordinary.  x

Make the Ordinary Come Alive

Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

William Martin – The Parent’s Tao Te Ching : Ancient Advice for Modern Parents

Poppy flying her kite




Time is a dimension in which events can be ordered from the past through the present into the future, and also the measure of durations of events and the intervals between them.

Time – we all have equal amounts of time regardless of our age, health, race, status or disposition and I believe it is the one true commodity we have in life.  I found this article very interesting.

I do however find myself saying:

I don’t HAVE time

… but I really should be saying:

I haven’t MADE time.

I am also intrigued with how we visualise the calendar year in our heads.  I see the year as a large oval with a big gap between December and January.  I can only assume this gap is a hangover from our long school holidays when I was a child as they seemed to go on forever.

The diagram below is not exactly as I visualise my year as I couldn’t work out the formatting with SmartArt in Word, but it is close:


How do you visualise the year in your head??

Another concept of time that is difficult for me to grasp is the development of new life.  James is 9 months old on the 20th April, so at this current point in time, he has lived longer within my body than outside it.  Crazy.

Mmmm – I think I have TIME for a cup of tea to ponder that one.




Sneaky Peek : Diamonds are Forever



Mummy when I grow up I’m going to have a precious ring like yours and get married.

Who are you going to marry Poppy?



Walk ♥

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk:  every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness;  I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it … but by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill … Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.

Søren Kiekegaard, letter to Jette (1847)

SonglinesI read Bruce Chatwin’s classic book The Songlines when I was travelling through Asia for the first time in my early twenties.  I distinctly remember it striking a chord with me as I was discovering new cultures and the world of free and independent travel for the first time.

The above quote found in the book signifies so many things for me as I LOVE to walk and relate to Søren’s words.  I hate to think how many miles I have walked in my 43 years but I hope there will be many more to come.


Sneaky Peek : L’espirit de l’escalier

l’esprit de l’escalier (French)

That feeling you get when you leave a conversation and think of all the things you should have said.

There is no word in the English language for this.


Chatter Box

I have been a little slack in recording Poppy’s milestones in her ‘Baby Book’.  I have published notable moments on this page, but could have been more diligent in recording her first words and expressions.

Poppy’s vocabulary is expanding week-by-week and each day there is something new shared.

Her most frequently used words include (in order):








PEASE (Please)

TANK YOU (Thank You)

HOOT (as in Giggle & Hoot)







Poppy is also a little parrot at the moment – repeating words that we say.   As a result I have to be quite careful with what I say now!



Cubby : House

cubby-house or cubby is a small, snug place, which may be considered and used as a place of safety for children.  This may be constructed by the children themselves and used as a place of play. In Australia, children may have a small shed, play-house or tent which they use as a cubby-house. A child might build their own in various places in the house or garden, or have a pre-fabricated cubby. 


Playing with Poppy yesterday in her cubby reminded me of all the elaborate cubby’s I have made over the years with my sisters and brother, which included any snug place where our imaginations ran wild.  Growing up on a farm there were numerous opportunities for cubby design and implementation and often included hay barns, under grain trailers and tree houses.  My sister Cath, even dug a massive hole in the back paddock and covered it with weld mesh and a tarp?!  Mmmm…risk management anyone?

Poppy’s cubby is in the pantry, next to the fridge and is very safe!  Bring on the many years of building cubby’s together! x



There are incredible people whom we meet at the wrong moment.

And there are people who are incredible because we meet them at the right moment.

From the book – Delicacy, by David Foenkinos


Mountains to the Sea

This poem was written by my dear friend Bron (and my bridesmaid) who read it at our wedding in 2008:

Love is a river connecting the mountains to the sea

Two sacred places

Two unique people

Joined by love

Fueled by an endless cycle.

Love is a river connecting the mountains to the sea

You may find her on a mountain peak

On top of the world

Basking in the beauty of the clouds

Clothing the valleys.

Fed by the sunshine

And changeable skies

The wild soaking rains filtering

Through the mosses

Etching their pathways to the river.

Love is a river connecting the mountains to the sea

You may find him on the ocean

The world laid out around

Revelling in the crystal depths

And the expansive horizon

Exploring the secret coves

Rocky pools

Washed by the waters

Navigating the storms

The salty sea embracing

New life brought by the river.

Love is a river connecting the mountains to the sea

You two have chosen to take each other

To your most precious places

To share the exhilaration of open spaces

And the passion and fury of each

Passing storm.

You are committed to explore the depths

And intimacy of the river

That connects your souls

Offering up your spirits to become

Part of this endless journey

Cleansed and transformed.

Love is a river connecting the mountains to the sea

It seems appropriate to celebrate

This marriage in Hobart

On the river

That connects our mountain

To the sea.

Bron Kellett – August 2008

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