My boyfriend and I extended the long weekend into a mini city break and flew to Malaysia for four days. We stayed at the glorious Villa Samadhi, a traditionally inspired oasis in the centre of Kuala Lumpur.
This Christmas, please take a moment to tell your friends and family how you feel. Tell them you forgive them for their careless mistakes, tell them you love them even though they’ve relapsed for the ninth time.
For my 49th birthday, Duckfish took me to Rarotonga, Cook Islands for a week. We had the very best time. Here’s the proof~ ♥♥♥
Duckfish’s eldest son has been staying with us over Easter. We have been kayaking on Narrabeen Lake and driving off-road in the Meryla State Forest between Moss Vale and Fitzroy Falls. Damn kayaks had no rudders — left, left, right, left, right, right — fuck I’m exhausted! Like father, like son Jeepy taking on the… Read More
Art changes the way you look at the world. You see beauty where before you saw chaos. You see light and shadows playing together. And you experience the focus, talent and dedication of the person who put every stroke of paint on the canvas.
Today, on Duckfish’s birthday, he and I spent two and a half hours climbing up the mountain you see in the photo: Mt Warning or Mt Wollumbin. I’ve been back in the gym less than three months and only working out a couple of times a week.
Getting dressed is the first step. A pair of stretchy legging with enough substance to hold me in. A sports bra that still fits and a singlet with built in support. I have boobs now that need restraining. I put on my socks and sneakers. I look in the mirror and ignore the judging voice that says I look so much bigger than the last time I wore these clothes.
So often we judge people without knowing the full story. You never know what’s going on in another person’s life.
Our New Year’s Eve was quiet. Just the two of us at home playing cards. Oh … and at 9pm and midnight we dragged ourselves to the bottom of the garden to witness the harbour fireworks.
The NZ holiday has been completed and here is the photographic evidence plus a quick run down of the highlights.
Holiday snaps Christmas 2011
I am a totally different person and my life is transformed. And yet, this day before leaving my stomach is twisted into knots and I have pains in my chest. My feelings have taken up residence in my body and nothing I can do will shift them.
Twinkle lights are the perfect metaphor for joy. Joy is not a constant. If come to us in moments — often ordinary moments. Sometimes we miss out on the bursts of joy because we’re too busy chasing down extraordinary moments. Other times we’re so afraid of the dark that we don’t dare let ourselves enjoy the light.
