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Friday, September 27, 2013

Five Years...





Five years ago today on a spring afternoon, in front of our favourite waterfall surrounded by our friends and family - I married my best friend, my love. 
Words can't express the journeys and love we share today.


You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. 
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. 
Love one another but make not a bond of love,
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, 
Even as the strings of a lute are along though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. 
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together, 
For the pillars of the temple stand apart, 
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

- Kahlil Gibran











Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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Thank-you to all the beautiful ladies who have sent their love in various ways to me over the last few weeks. You know who you are. Some of you have cooked me dinner, some of you have helped look after Ba'il, some of you have cleaned my home, some of you have massaged me, some of you have given thoughtful gifts, and many of you who are far far away have sent your love in other ways. 

I am so very thankful for this sisterhood and before I get caught up in the land of a newborn, I just wanted to say a big bright warm thank-you. Bless. 


Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Practicing Patience



Maternity leave has begun*, the baby-moon has come and gone, our bags are packed, I have four different lists on my iPhone all in order of priority (of course), the change table is set up, nappies are washed, the bassinet is made next to our bed, the birth plan is printed, the house is clean and there is literally nothing left for me to do... 

but wait. 

I remind myself that in the grand scheme of things these last few days (or weeks as they can become) are nothing. I remind myself to make the most of my beautiful blooming hard baby belly, before it shrinks down to emptiness. I remind myself to make the most of my Ba'il boy and to cherish the moments we have together, just the two of us. I remind myself that this baby will come when it is ready, in the most perfect moment when the stars are aligned and it's all 'meant to be'. I try to ignore the looming medical deadlines that are imposed on expecting mothers and the endless comments from the public that feel obliged to tell me I look like I'm about to 'pop'. After two pregnancies I have come to very much dislike the word 'pop'. 

I have two days left in our humble home before we pack up the whole family and head four hours south to the nearest hospital. There we will wait at our River Nest for signs that our wee one is ready to make an appearance. I'm trying not to let the massive move out of our comfort zone shine over the fact that we will be close to our family and friends and be another step closer to meeting our womb child. It feels like the same disruptive energy as moving house even though the effort is probably more emotional than physical. I will miss the comfort and quietness of our wilderness home while I wait for our wee one to come. 

This week I am feeling so very sentimental about the closing of a chapter.  These last two days will be our last days in our home as a family of three. They will be the last days where I can run to our local shop on my own, arms free. They will be the last days where the three of us have early morning snuggles in bed listening to the morning chorus of birds blasting from the bush behind us. It will be the last time we travel to our River Nest without any 'pit stops' that a newborn requires.  For when we return to this home in Cooktown, we will be a family of four. I will breathe deeply every breath of these last days, before they become the beginning of the new incredible chapter of our family journey.

So just for today I'm going to take a 'time out' before the frantic packing, list culling, long car travel begins and quietness ends. I'm going to practice some visualisations. I'm going to meditate. I'm going to lay in the sun. I'm going to have a long swim. I might even tidy up the bookshelf (because it's literally the only thing left to tidy). Then after our transition into the Top Shed at our River Nest... I will continue to wait some more. Hopefully not for much longer. 

*I won't be checking my work emails today... because even though I'm on maternity leave I miss work pathetically, even with all the unexpected funding reports coming through. 

Photos taken from our baby-moon in Port Douglas. x 

Monday, September 23, 2013

38/52


"A portrait of my child once a week, every week in 2013." 

You awake from your afternoon sleep to make chocolate brownies with your Daddy. Naturally the best part of the process is licking the bowl.  

Thursday, September 19, 2013

37/52


"A portrait of my child once a week, every week in 2013."

That face. At Port Douglas for a weekend of sand and sunshine before the baby is born. As soon as you saw the ocean, you were off. Fully clothed you tried to jump over every wave, sometimes landing face first in the ocean. I love seeing you this happy. 

Thursday, September 12, 2013

River Dreaming - Heating Up.


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What a divine time of the year where we spend our afternoons in the pool and our skin starts to turn golden from the tropical sunshine. Dreaming lately of fresh ideas for summer salads, building plans for our future River Nest poolside bedrooms including a king size bed,  a weekend away by the ocean, and adding bursts of yellow throughout our home.

Monday, September 9, 2013

36/52



"A portrait of my child once a week, every week in 2013." 

Not your typical portrait - more of a snippet of time. This year has been all about travel, exhibitions and big cities and you've been by my side through all of it. Here you are soaking everything up like a sponge while Her Excellency Marie Bashir the Governor of NSW meets the artists and community members from home. Although it's not the best photo of you - it's a memory I think you'll appreciate in 20 odd years time. 

Saturday, September 7, 2013



  








I'm so thankful to be home. Our pace is steadying as the last weeks of just the three of us draws to an end. We will be meeting our wee one ever so soon. Over the next few weeks we will indulge in each other's company and the simple things such as sleep ins, day time rests and cuddles. Ba'il gets excited over the little glimpses of baby within our home... little socks, hats and baby mobiles. He's going to make the most amazing big brother. 

These photos were taken against all odds of rain and wind - at our favourite family picnic spot in Cooktown. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013







Thanks Sydney, for the glorious days of sunshine and blossoms. The bursts of colour that brought life to my long days of work. The crisp mornings that we enjoyed in the lane-ways eating delicious breakfasts. Delighting in the very simple things that civilisation has to offer.

Now we are home and we are all down and out with fevers and coughs.... 
I try to ignore my endless list of things I wanted to achieve in the coming days. 
Time to rest before our wee one decides it's time to arrive.