Friday, 18 October 2013


I don't know about you, but I have one of those hearts.  They are not super reliable in public places, in the sense that they can easily run over.  If your heart feels too much, you may fit into the squishy category.  It's the kind of heart that makes you hold on for too long, it makes you literally want to squish someone or something that you love.  Because the love itself becomes too overwhelming.

How wonderful (and painful) to be able to feel all these things.

More often then not, these emotions can arise when you are greeted with unexpected loyalty or companionship.  Also known as nearness.  This morning, as I was having my tea and trawling through blogs, my pet bunny came to keep me company.  Didn't do or demand anything, he was just there.  Oh, my melting, overflowing, unreliable heart.  That the love of a little critter can start my day off so beautifully.

Anyway, I realise that it sounds like I got into the punch a little early for a Friday.  This will follow later.  But I hope someone else out there has the same kind of start to their weekend.  A weekend of nearness and overflowing hearts.  What more (except some punch) can we possibly ask for?

Monday, 30 September 2013


So, I realise that the official first month of spring is on its back.  And gardens are supposed to be in bloom.  And spirits lifted and all things happy.  Sorry if it has taken me a while to get into the spirit.  But shopping around on Etsy this morning, as I often do, I found this beautiful birdie.  And it made me feel like spring was real.  Bring on babies of all sorts, new beginnings, decluttering, and a fresh frame of mind.  Yeah!

Wednesday, 4 September 2013


Being pregnant is weird.  And, if you haven't been pregnant, there is a certain feeling that will be difficult to understand.  It is one of iktsuarpok.  And, whilst I don't spend a lot of time outside, the ache of anticipation is the same.  Especially in the home stretch.


Thursday, 29 August 2013

Make a wish

Close your eyes.  Make a wish.
There is a chance that this wish will give you hope, if not anything else.
It could just give you something to hold on to when you feel like slipping.
I'm not talking about the kind of wish that you would make when you blow out your birthday candles.
It's not the kid of wish that allows your childhood dream of a new bicycle.

This is the kind of wish that only has to do with matters of the heart.  
It deals exclusively with things you can feel.

There is a special kind of wish that I would like to make.
Maybe it's more of a prayer.
A hope for something to hold on to. 
A wish for a soft blanket to be swaddled in.
A safe place.

Friday, 23 August 2013


A dear dear friend recently surprised me with a couple of books.  Now, getting any mail that doesn't require fetching your chequebook is already a bonus.  Getting a piece of escape pie in the post is an absolute treat.  

One of the books included in my lucky packet was "Great with Child : letters to a young mother" by Beth Ann Fennelly.  Not only is the cover beautiful (packaging always gets me), but these letters felt so personal.  It is as if they were written for me.  The emotion is so real and honest.  And, somehow the telling of simple daily happenings feels like advice from a friend or a mother.  Someone you can trust. 

I cannot wait for the next friend to find out that they are with blessed bump.  As this book will be my go-to gift from now on.  

Make love

Its the weekend!  Well, Friday at least.  Yeah!  This weekend I plan to sleep late, have breakfast at a new bakery, relax and generally be useless.  And, I will try to follow the above advice.  It seems that, more often than not, being kind gets you the same response in return.  And who wouldn't mind getting smiled at every now and again?

Have a delicious weekend.  Make love.


Thursday, 1 August 2013

Paper hats

Am I the only person who can hear the wrapping paper?   I can almost smell the gravy, being built out of 4 hours of juice delivering cooking time.  In fact, I think I will dig out my paper crown, just to make sure that it still fits.  

Christmas could be my favourite time of the year.  I harbour no fear for the festive season weight gain.  I welcome it.  No, I do not want to be fat.  But I feel that, in this special time with family and friends, you get to stock up on all the good feelings you will need to get you through the new year.

Here we are.  August.  So close and you think people would think I was strange if I started to assemble my Christmas tree.  I suppose so.  Maybe I will just fetch it from storage.  And dust it off.  

I long to feel that magical feeling.  24 hours a day.  Its too late for Christmas in July.  But I suppose it's never to early to start making a list........