had a sublime lunch hour today with wonderful friends.
on the way back, some of us had an impromptu photo shoot.
what i love about the above photo is that it is a great group shot
but when you cut it up ~ each individual portrait was strong.
reminds me of the quote:
“It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story” ~ Native American wisdom.
Just as it takes each of us to be ourselves within the grander story of life.
i heart deb.
dave, mirror and philosophical discussion buddy.
lile~flower and e~bear, cubicle buddies
bus friends rob and di
“Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous.
It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body.”
~ Elizabeth Stone
a delightful ride home in the bus this afternoon
catching up with dear bus friends rob and di and james.
a big big big congratulations to rob, and his wifey michelle who are *expecting* the pitter patter of feet.
I was deliriously joyful at his news and leapt across the seat to hug him.
I like to call it a *crashtacklehug*
His news set off tales of all things baby…
james whipped out his mobile to let us listen his ringtone: his 3 year old daughter Sophie giggling wildly.
di shared her “poo on the wall” story which involves her and her twin as toddlers redecorating their house with the contents of their nappies.
how i love these serendipitous spurts of silliness and sharing on public transport.
i am grateful.
me and james. our bus friendship extends back two years~! yay team us!
buildings can be motherships too…
yep… our dear planet sark mothership is having a rest at the moment…
if you’re looking for a place to chat ~ make yourself at home on the couches of the LeonieLife Community boards here.
nonetheless it’s an interesting process… to be without our central stomping grounds,
connections are held in other ways.
“St Theresa’s Prayer
May today there be peace within. May you trust your highest
power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into our bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and everyone of you.”
~ a scrummy email find
it’s like this you see
every day lately
i come up against things
old stuff and old pain
in new circumstances
all the usual “old stuff”
:: about people
:: about anger
:: about dealing with others
:: about perfectionism
:: about feeling ordinary and afraid
what’s different about it now
is that i’m aware of it
i’m starting to see that there are different ways
if only i let go of the old ways
and start feeling with my heart
start today with the way I would like to be
not the prickly way that I have been in the past
i realised today that all my pain, all my discomfort, all my aching
it’s G R O W I N G
its me seeing what’s working
and to do something about it
walking to uni this afternoon i began
thinking of my body with love
sending love to each atom
and i realised that i felt more loved within me
that i’d react differently to others
if i acted out of this love inside me
each day is a new chance
to get it right
balance and tenderness and self loving
this is my walk
and everyday it is
how i choose to be, act, re-act, think and love.
i walk this one with love.
me and chris have just celebrated our four year anniversary together…
so we took a little road trip on saturday to see new land east of here ~
we drove out to two little towns ~ bungendore and braidwood and had a delicious day.
here’s my journalling from the day…
b u n g e n d o r e
A bookstore – but it is more a tin cottage with unfinished floors and shelves upon shelves of old books. The books overflow into a courtyard & the cottage next door. The air is cold and there are soft round whirls of warmth around the heaters splayed between the books. So many treasures . A 1952 edition of Enid Blyton’s “Faraway Tree.” The owner sits in the window eating an ice cream and reading a book. Jazz music eeks from the old speakers into the cool air. We leave with smiles.
Over the bookshelves is a leather store filled with all types of Australian additives and an old American woman with grey hair and a Celtic wedding band. She is serious but warm. Chris falls in love with a leather wristband. He chooses it because its design is “more earthy than the rest.” I get two stone and leather necklaces ~ a purple quartz spear and a deep green Viking stone.
The Michael Scott Lees photography gallery is across the road. Filled with deep panoramics of Australian landscapes. He looks passionate & smiling in the photos of him – camera clutched in land, in the desert, in the snow.
Another quaint bookstore sits beside. It leads into a calligraphy art gallery.
All these people, all these stories, all the passions & dreams chased.
I can see all these things glowing luminously in our hour at Bungendore.
We are quiet as we drive further east. There is the sweet burnt umber scent of smoke in the air. The sky is blue & cottages (one painted entirely lavendar) with woodstacks peek from the wide landscape of cream barked trees and eucalypt greens. The grass & earth are golden.
This land is the same texture as Heidelberg paintings.
We are quiet, but I know what he is thinking of. He is thinking of the land & the journey. Of shamans & books. Of the curves of the roads, the gentle slopes of the earth. i know this man.
We pass a sign for Community Radio ~ called the “Barbed Wire.”
We drive onwards to Braidwood, to its deliciously old bakery with sublime pies.
there are art galleries. paintings with thickly applied paint. torn fabric in frames. delectable jewels. books. i think of seeing my books there.
further down the street an old church lies against a perfect country sky.
i adored the intricate stone of crosses…
we drove back to canberra,
listening to saritah‘s gratitude grooves.
eating dried fruit and a candy necklace i got from a lolly store.
letting our eyes rest on the horizon.
breathing. just breathing it all in.
two adventuring adventurers… me and chris.