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Curiosity

A hiatus doesn't come close.

But here I am with a new obsession. Something that has lighted my interest and curiosity.

Daily Guidance with this lovely lady

And heh , I've blogged again.

Breakfast is my favourite meal and I'd happily eat breakfast at every meal time (and often do). So thank you August Break for this moment. Thankfully it's a Saturday or the breakfast would have been a snatched coffee and banana while sitting at my desk (yes need to work on that). So while I was nursing a hangover I cooked up some porridge and was able to indulge in an open door and breakfast on the steps which after what has seemed like days of rain was the cherry on top.

The simple stuff

Of course the cat is interested

Steaming. I favour some dried fruit and honey whereas Adam has a spoonful of sugar

All on the steps together (seeing the steps in a photo makes me realise what a sort out is needed)

My view over breakfast. The traditional August Break shot of the bird table

Homegrown

The veggie patch is looking forlorn and neglected (well, there is a lesson for me right there), I did though still manage to rescue a spring onion (OK, now moving into that cross between a leek and an onion stage) in a home made soup (yummy). I had great plans for this space, involving a fair amount of hard digging, slab laying, ground flattening, weed mat laying and likely back breaking work that I would live to regret. So in a moment of honesty about my life right now I realised this is all too much and it's just adding to that 'to do' list I use to beat myself up with.

This lightbulb moment early in the morning was sudden and definite and really, why didn't I realise this before. My plans are now changing and I'll get back to gardening as a source of joy and self care rather than of failure and guilt.

Being honest and being OK with it.

A Winter View

I'm taking on the Be Well In Winter Challenge from Sangha Sisters to reframe and reset myself after our trip away. I'm still falling sound asleep before 8 and awake around 5. So it's me, the cats and the fire. After thinking I would just re-adjust to my old routine of late nights and forcing myself out of bed I'm wondering if this could be a positive change. I've enjoyed the time in the mornings rather than just getting up, getting dressed and going to work. Some days I've even had breakfast for goodness sake. Maybe this is time that I have now have to establish that morning routine than can nourish and prepare me for the day. Maybe now is the time.

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Chaos

Here I stood, how did it get to this. One step forward then about 20 backwards. It's not quite what I like, but I like it a little. So I stopped to capture it and now on returning from a little trip away I revisit the photo and the desk, fight my way through and just write. The trip saw me plagued by a rash, the week has gone and I feel no rest has come, but the skin has browned in the sun and I have swam in the sea and the plague is settling. Adam took care of me. But I think I need to take care of me and find my place in the room and the world. I will sleep tonight and awake to try again.

Not blogging but reading

I have regained my reading bug and devoured four books this month. Well, I finish work, get home, sit down and read. Kind of how I've been rolling this month. While of course thinking that I really should do 'stuff'. So much stuff.

Two of the books will be winging their way to friends in the UK. The Summer Book is heading to Emma along with little notes! The Life and Death if Laura Friday is off to Sharon - will make a perfect read for your upcoming holiday (though hold on, that does mean I need to post it soon), Tom may also appreciate it, if only for the advice about women (but I would't want to encourage anything that distracted him from revision).

I have been doing 'stuff' as well so will fill you in on the Queenstown trip, more of the 41 walks completed and the garden work. When I can stop reading that is.

It begins

Mornings. Normally an awakening and a move to work. Up, feed cats, wash, dress, check bag, out the door. With a sip of water or juice before facing the road and arriving at work to whatever it throws at me.

I've begun to change my beginnings by adding in some mindfulness (using an app of course), maybe even some stretching and a mug of green tea and slowly the days are beginning to change

Then we are gifted long weekends, two in short succession no less, bringing to our days a whole new beginning.

Waking naturally, then the cats once fed, come to the bed and stay there. We have a warm drink, the sun has been filtering through the blinds (one of the best things of 2104, loosing the curtains). So it begins.

Writing with WriteAlm

Day twenty seven. Silence

The Christmas decorations are down, the room has been cleared and cleaned. So I sit with the last of the advent candle burning.

Day twenty five. Today is…..

Merry Christmas
Today is a joyful wonder of mess. I am mightily impressed by how much mess two adults can make on Christmas morning. A sign of a blessed childhood methinks.
Thank you all for the great gifts.

Day twenty four. Gifts

My little tree is surrounded by gifts from far and wide. Plus some from very near.

Day twenty three. Sparkle

While I do find it hard to 'get' Christmas in the southern hemisphere, I have been admiring photos of lights in windows, so that was it…off to the shops and entering Christmas land brought some rather lovely lights for the window.

Day seventeen. Triangles

The end of the day and I needed a photo, the cat was on my lap so I had to take what I could see from where I sat. When you look, you see.
The bunting was a handmade gift a few years ago, sent to me from England and it is a joy to put up each year and think of the wonderful friend that sent it to me.

Day sixteen. On the table

We gave up on a table earlier this year. Embraced who we were and decided that the number of times we ate at a table didn't make up for the space it took up in our little place. We have a trunk that is a table, we eat on cushions on the floor around the table. The trunk is set for soup, the day required bubbles, there is a bunch of white roses in honour of a dear friend who died suddenly this week and we seem to have a lighter for those candles.