I am dust particles in sunlight

• The first flower buds bursting in the fairy garden.

• Yellow roses sparkling in the sunlight after rain
• Fresh blue skies
• A baby snuggling between us in the morning. smiling and cooing.
• Playing hand puppets with Fina

• Dappled morning sunlight streaming through the lounge from our mountain ash tree's tender green leaves.

• A gift of homemade pot pouri from my two eldest girls. A surprise they had been drying, storing and saving since Nola was born!

...I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away.

What is, and what isn't.

You who know, Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am you.

Rumi

Like Bread Upon the Waters

Sometimes i feel like I'm forgetting everything.

There are the little things, the extraneous such as...

Forgetting the laundry's on the line before it rains.
Forgetting how to spell a word,
Defrost the fish,
Post the mail.

Still sometimes I worry that I'll forget the big stuff like...
What it felt like to fall in love with you.

You know the first time we met
I looked into your dark, beautiful eyes
And understood
That I recognized you.

And still, when I look into your eyes I see my love wading out there.
Unafraid among the current and surge.

Days woven of unnoticed, ordinary moments.

Un-spun and abandoned, like fleece on fence posts.

Like unprocessed negatives of photographs we'll never print.

And I worry no more
About laying them down upon the waters.

In the days to come,
When we are old,
They'll moor like luggers.
Along this river.
And feed us memories,

Warm as bread.

Juggling...

House neglect?
...

Or is there just something better to do ;)
...

I never was that good at juggling anyhow.

I always prefered just doing one thing at a time.

Properly.
With love.
Always love.

We don't drop that one.
;)

Going to Seed and Flourishing

We are still moving at newborn baby pace around these parts.

Nola  has started to notice life around her a little bit more and is alert for a good part of the day.

Life is happening very spontaneously at the moment .

We move from one thing to another very organically and naturally.

The girls found some canvases under the stairs and took them outside with their favourite watercolours. nola stared at the leaves of the sycamore all cosily wrapped in her moby wrap.

Without intervention on my part the garden has taken on a life of it's own too this year.

 It has made me realise that indeed nature takes care of itself very well when left undisturbed.

I think my favourite flowers so far this year have to be the little forget me nots that have self seeded and sprouted abundantly acroos the beds and borders... even behind the bins!

Emmy and Bujana have most likely learned more practical gardening this year than any previous year as i have left the veggie patch and fairy garden planting and maintenance entirely to them.

A bit of healthy neglect can lead to such amazing new discoveries and foster so many newfound abilities.

Emmy has also been lovingly nurturing her compost patch.

Apparently, according to her, compost needs a ratio of 2 parts nitrogen or green rotting material to 8 parts carbon, things such as cardboard, a good heap of chicken muck does wonders vitalizing the mix too, as does regular turning.

Through trial, error and genuinely inspired research the girls are growing a number of plants they chose and planned out independently.

Beetroot, Purple Sprouting Broccoli, Salad Leaves of various kinds, and Green Beans.

I am particularly looking forward to making homemade chamomile tea with the chamomile they have planted in various pots around and about.






the girls have also been busy with jobs and various random kitchen experiments from this wonderful little book.



Simply being together with no agenda and no plan of action has maybe been my most favourite part.

Where I'm Meant to be Right Now

Where I'm meant to be, right now....

• 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 the love that has been given to you

• May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Saint Therese of the Little Flower

When all things are done in Love, even the smallest and simplest actions become grand and profound


Although my life is quiet, simple, far from the madding crowd and the well worn path. I know that this is my path, the one meant for me to tread, right now. I can't take every road on this life journey. Yet the one I take, I will take truly, madly, deeply.
I will believe in the path I walk and the words I speak, and make them both worth the believing...

...most of all I will try to Love well.

"In the Evening of Life we will be Judged by Love Alone"
............Saint John of the Cross

Growing our own Camomile tea... Enjoying it fresh on a warm Summer evening in the garden.



Tilly dressing her beloved little doll Poppy in a new dress, pantaloons and headband. What a lovely gift of a clever big sister who likes to sew.



Bird watching Florence...



Girls making felt creations for their felt boards.



Fina finishing herembroidered hand print!