for you

i made some bookmarks today,

and would like to offer them to the first five people to post a comment here.

one of the little pieces of paper i put in my gratitude box last night was to everyone here who reads, supports and encourages the original turquoise journey, and

you have made my dreams come alive.

i thank you.

to claim, please leave a comment on this post, and let me know which speaks your name. whether you know me personally, or by email, or only through this blog ~ you are all intrinsically important to me, and I value you each and everyone of you.

Blessings on your journey.

love and laughter to you all,


merry christmas

christmas postcards i made today for gorgeous friends

“After awhile you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn that love doesn’t mean possession

and company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept

your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build your roads today

because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans

and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight.

After awhile you learn that even sunshine

burns if you get too much so you plant your

own garden and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

that you really are strong

and you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn…”

~Veronica A. Shoffstall

Merry Christmas people.

Had a quiet, good Christmas.

We awoke at 8, and had a breakfast of hot tea and bacon cheese rolls.

we sat softly about, and opened small presents from each other.

charlie was over the moon excited about his new toy ~ a plastic squeaky rock on a rope. as I type this, he is asleep at my knee, exhausted from a day of joyful playing. Charlie reminds me to take pleasure in the simple things.

charlie and his new toy

i felt a bit homesick after talking to my brother and sister on the phone ~ both of them are staying on my parent’s farm tonight, and i wish i could be with them. I haven’t slept in the same house as my brother since I was about 13, and it would be good to be with them all again.

midday found me crying on my bed from being in a town two thousand kilometres from my family, even though i know it’s the right thing for me.

we had roast lamb and vegetables for lunch and it was delicious. we flavoured it with rosemary from our garden. i love that we have our own herbs growing on the small section of earth we live on.

afterwards, we opened our box of gratitude ~ last night we made a small box and filled it with small torn pieces of paper with those things we are grateful for this year. we read them out to each other, and it was such a beautiful ritual. There were so many smiles, and inner warmth as we reflected on each one. it reminded us of stories and shared adventures that have made our year. And we realised just how big and beautiful the bounties of this year have been. There have been challenges, but when we subtract those and add those blessings, our totals reach the sky and beyond. i am so grateful for our box of gratitude ~ it cheered me immeasurably.

and i painted, and collaged in the morning and afternoon.

how my world feels better when i have a pen and paintbrush in my hand.

thus, the comings and goings of our christmas.

tonight we settle into the couch with our dog, and watch the Muppet Christmas show.

Tomorrow my parents arrive. I haven’t seen them in six months ~ before that it was eighteen months. Not sure how regular my posting will be whilst they are here.

Wherever you are in this marvellous world, blessings to you.

Also ~ realised something today.

Christmas is for reflection and celebration of the past year.

New Year is the period for the dreaming of what is to come.

my own christmas tradition

There is no ideal Christmas;

only the one Christmas you decide to

make as a reflection of your

values, desires, affections, traditions.

~ Bill McKibben

And so this Christmas eve, I adorn our house with a cutting from our pine tree in a vase,

and we wrap small gifts for each other, and a squeaky toy for Charlie.

And we put on John Lennon’s Legend cd

we drink wine on the balcony, and reflect on our year together.

And then ~ I make a little box, and cover it with golden stars.

It is our gratitude box ~ and we write on little pieces of paper in glittery pen everything we are grateful for this year. I fill three pieces of A4 paper.

Tomorrow we will spend together. With wine, and cheese. And with gratitude.

festive surfing

Just stumbled upon Zach Braff’s blog (the funky monkey from “Scrubs” and “Garden State).

And wanted to share ~ take a look at Flying Girl‘s artwork.

I am overjoyed when I see her work.

Am loving Ben Bunny Hutch’s description of Canberra

Blessings to Athena Starwoman ~ who passed away on Wednesday from breast cancer. Blessings on your journey.

On the day that I received the book of another beautiful female astrologer ~ Linda Goodman.

Love the There is Nothing Wrong In This Whole Wide World project

a zephyr for my heart

Heart painting. Finished today.

Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried on great winds across the sky.

~ Chippewa, translated by Robert Bly

I get in to work this morning,

and there is an email from Dan which made me cry in sheer happiness and gratitude

it brought me softly to my knees and wrapped me in tender arms

I’ve felt a little bruised the last couple of days, just with challenges in my life of late, and this email tended to those bruises.

luckily there was no one else in the office at the time, because i didn’t cry just splish splish tears, it was boo~hoos.

just sitting at my desk, crying, seeing the clouds part and a row of winged ones singing: it’s fine Leonie my love, you are so very loved you know?

I printed it out and have it sitting at my desk. How blessed I am to have friends such as these.

It is a reminder and an affirmation, and supremo love on a stick.

And moments after, the dear Amanda from work arrived,

and she listened to me as I shared my joy and my tears,

and then she made me a cup of hot tea. It was the best tea I had ever had.

I am realising of late just how tasty things are when they are made with love.

The song in my head today is Rocket Man ~

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time

Till touch down brings me round again to find

I’m not the man they think I am at home

Oh no no no I’m a rocket man

Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

One more day at work to go before Christmas holidays.

And I feel so blessed. For the journey. For the people who accompany me on it. For the dear hearts on the message board. For friends afar who are so close to my heart. And for my special friend who leans against me now on the couch as I type this.

Sometimes the road isn’t all smooth, and sometimes I fall over a pebble and graze my knees, but each time I look up there is a flower growing there. And there are hands there to help me up, brush me off, quell the shaking in my hands.

We all have that flower. And we all have those hands, ready to help us up.