Thursday, January 29, 2015

4/52: a portrait project



  " a portrait of my children, every week, for 2015."



Miss Five| so many stones and so many possibilities


Little Fox| finding stones to throw and stack.


Siblings| bathed and ready for bed. Playing with beach and bush finds in evening light.

Catching up on the blog after coming back from our beach sojourn with 4/52. Thankfully l was only two weeks behind. Much of our time has been spent enjoying day trips, family time, coastal walks, ocean swims, forest finds we have had it all. I'll be sharing photos a plenty over the next few days and the first for our Intentional Learning for the year. Such new beginnings this year for my tribe. Hope you have had a wonderful Summer. I'm joining Jodi over at Practising Simplicity for the 52/2015 project.
Moments captured with an IPhone 6 this week, no filter. You can read all about last year's 52/2014 and see all the 52 portraits of my tribe here from the beginning. 
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Sunday, January 25, 2015

3/52: a portrait project


  " a portrait of my children, every week, for 2015."



Miss Five| sandy days


Little Fox| Oh those bare legs and salties.


Siblings| blessed that you two love playing together


Catching up on the blog after coming back from our beach sojourn. Coastal walks, ocean swims, forest finds we have had it all. I'll be sharing photos a plenty over the next few days and the first for our Intentional Learning for the year. Such new beginnings this year for my tribe. Hope you have had a wonderful Summer. I'm joining Jodi over at Practising Simplicity for the 52/2015 project.
Moments captured with an IPhone 6 this week, no filter. You can read all about last year's 52/2014 and see all the 52 portraits of my tribe here from the beginning. 
I'd love to hear from you, leave a comment and let me know what you have been doing.

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Reflecting on mothering - these last days before school.



Mothering. The entwining, artful, loud, energetic dance. The juggle, the race, the heartbeat of family time. 
It’s not always wonderful with the noise, tears and chaos that two little ones can manifest but l am often awed by the love God instills in my heart. He is good. 
The strength God instills that enables me to mother and love my little ones and my husband. To help, teach, and nurture all their differences and their needs, to embrace it all. To be able to fall apart and get back up again. To find humour in the crazy. 
We ventured out to buy school shoes for little feet and I felt the last five years with Poppy coming to a natural close. She's heading to school in a few weeks. We will of course continue our learning at home but she's going to embrace the newness of learning, the colour of the classroom, and fall in love with the written word in a new way. She'll build new friendships without me.

A season of letting go for me and a new beginning for Poppy. I'm mourning the end of the old, but I'm hopeful for her and that I'll find my footing again. 
I'm mindful to be prepared for when that loss hits me, I know that the emotion will come. The need to embrace her and let go of her hand as she walks into class. That its ok. It was meant to be.

These last weeks we will head to the beach. To pare back our days and slow down. Long days at the beach, shared stories, sandy toes, salty hair, meandering coastal walks. I can't wait. These are the days. And I'll embrace it all. 


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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Reflecting on grieving | Saying goodbye



A memorial to my dear friend.
I've known her since I was 17. It started in chapel one morning sharing a seat at bible college, beanie on my head with my bright red hair and her with that sunny disposition. That moment when two kindred spirits meet and its kismet and that friendship spanned twenty years of laughter, joy, turmoil, adventure, acceptance and love. 
Sonia was a loyal, kind, humble, God fearing, wine drinking, adventure seeking woman and a dreamer, who always had time for a chat, a laugh and a coffee. 
We shared so much in Melbourne and long distance. My past is rich with shared memories of our conversations and adventures. Even with the eb and flow of our lives + being oceans apart it did not change that friendship and as we talked about her coming home, we shared our mothering stories and dreamed of the future. Sadly, she didn't make it. 
I miss her deeply and there are days that that loss is felt so keenly-  it feels like wave upon wave of sadness and loss reaching the sandy shore. Mostly though, I just feel such immense gratitude that I shared something really special with her and that we accepted each other and our imperfections with great affection and love. 
So this morning, as we poured her ashes into the ocean, I close my eyes to old ends and open my eyes and heart to new beginnings. Sonia thank you for all you were, gave and shared with us all. I will honour you by embracing all in my life, in my mothering and in moving forward with immense gratitude.
Rest my dear friend. 



You can read more of the Reflections on grieving series here + 
all the reflections series for the wellbeing series here.


Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Climbing beans, giant sunflowers and teepees | The Garden Series

My garden is a sanctuary in our home.  The summer sun beats down and the rain replenishes and no matter what's happening it brings us joy. Time in the garden is sacred and one of learning for our tribe. We've planted together and watched it grow and change over the Christmas period. I love the transition of Spring to summer in the garden. The deep greens of the bean runners climbing the tee pees. The colours of turmeric, earth and straw in the garden with bound bunches of herbs drying and the hay nestled amongst plantings. The potato bed is slowly drying out ready for harvest. Our garlic plantings failed but our broad beans, celery and silver beet were plentiful. The warm humid days have pushed seeds planted a week earlier up through the soil.  The garden is pregnant with seedlings, little seedlings and lush bean beds waiting to fruit and be harvested. The heavy rains have meant I haven't needed to water at all. My giant sunflowers stand as cheerful sentinels to our home which boarder the two corn plantings. Vintage floral bunting sits in the window above the potato bed. I have very little room to plant out and I admit I dream of a bigger space which would allow more variety and space for good crop rotation. 
my dream of half an acre of land, apple crates laid out in a grid with rotation plantings through out the year. A nature strip minus the grass and covered in low lying herbs for our local community to harvest. Espalier fruit trees and vines and an olive grove bordering our property. One day, one day......



Growing vegetables an update|

What's growing in the garden 
Apple mint
Basil
Blueberry
Chives
Corn
Cucumber
Long beans
Golden dwarf beans
Capsicum
Lettuce
Lemon tree
Lime tree
Mint
Olive herb plant
Olive trees
Parsley
Passion fruit
Snow Peas
Potatoes
Raspberries
Rhubarb
Sage
Strawberries
Sunflowers
Thyme
Lemon Thyme
Tomatoes
(tiny tommie's, lemon drops, three heritage varieties) 
Zucchini

Almost harvesting
Herbs
Tomatoes 

Watching, growing and waiting
Capsicum
New rows of Lettuce
A couple rows of carrots and a boarder of snow peas.
Coriander seeds + Parsley planted near the letterbox. 

Ongoing tasks
Mulching with straw/pea mulch.
Cleaning and digging up the potatoes in the next two weeks. 
Watering in worm wee and seaweed fertiliser for added growth. 
Thinning out tomato shoots. Staking and tying limbs to provide support and strength. 
Adding scraps and paper/ shredded waste matter to the compost bin. 
Drying egg shells to add to the mulch, also using them as a snail deterrent. 




What's growing in your garden? Have you come across any great recipes using seasonal produce.

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Sunday, January 11, 2015

2/52:a portrait project



  " a portrait of my children, every week, for 2015."


Miss Five| always drawing, this time it was fireworks


Little Fox|those curls


Siblings| Enraptured by their dad's magic tricks.

Joining Jodi over at Practising Simplicity for the 52/2015 project.
Moments captured with an Iphone 6. You can read all about last year's 52/2014 and see all the 52 portraits of my tribe here from the beginning. 
I'd love to hear from you, leave a comment and let me know what you have been doing.

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1/52: a portrait project



  " a portrait of my children, every week, for 2015."

And the journey begins again to take a photo of my tribe once a week, every week for 2015. It's such a discovery over the course of the year to see how their personalities shine, what they learn, the lessons they take one with great relish. I'm looking forward to the next 52 portraits.


 Miss Five| Dwelling in the home that Grug built in the redwood forest.




Little Fox| Sandy gumboots and cardi's 

 

Siblings| Forest finds, water and sand castles.

Joining Jodi over at Practising Simplicity for the 52/2015 project.
Moments captured with the Canon 50D and Iphone. You can read all about last year's 52/2014 and see all the 52 portraits of my tribe here from the beginning. 
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Friday, January 9, 2015

Reflecting on summertime + mothering





Summer days have turned golden. Rolling hills of gold and amber, vines and trees of mint and forest green. Bare limbs, sunscreen and cotton adorned by all. Car rides and packed picnic baskets. Lazy picnics and forest wanderings. I love summertime. 

Christmas time was loud, joyful and busy. With the new year there has been much needed quiet. I missed loved ones that were gone, realised just how lucky l am to mother my two and have life. I handmade my presents and poured love and gratitude into them knowing that having the time to make things for my family and friends really is precious and worthy of acknowledgement. And with Christmas came family and food and being able to rest. And that is what l have done. I’ve created space to slow down and savour time with Ads and my little ones. It's great having him home for a month. We need this time. Having the time to stop I've been open to witnessing and hearing their stories, adventures and imaginative play. I’ve sat amongst a sea of pillows listening to Poppy tell stories of rabbits, fairies and dinosaurs. I’ve laughed at her wild imagination that is both beautiful and captivating making me want to be as wild as her. Wrestling together till the kids call mercy. Watching Tully focused on play, roaring and laughing with dinosaurs, his stories becoming more vocal. Packing baskets and toys for adventures together. It’s been a blessed time. I’ve shared my thankfulness with my little ones for the little moments of joyfulness. The spontaneous cuddles, magical grins and the sloppy kisses given like gifts. I don’t want to miss a moment of their days and l want them to know the love l have for them deep within. In a few weeks Poppy will start school and l know that this time is precious. New beginnings and fresh starts.

Our mornings have been slow and still. Sleeping in, reading books in bed and on the couch together. Lazy breakfasts and morning coffee as we plan our days. Clothes and mess have been cleared from the house, simplifying things for when we sell. Cupboards raided of hoarded treasures and clothes that no longer fit. It’s all gone to the op shop. I feel as l continue to clear emotional clutter and make soul space for myself, I’m also doing it in the home and there is more space, peace and stillness for us all. When we need a break we head out to places that nurture us.

The afternoons where we escape our home are often wild and grand adventures to the forest, beach and river. These sojourns have grounded me. These adventures now memories to treasure as a mother and as a family. Standing in the forest amongst old redwoods and hearing the dance of tree limbs, the rustling of leaves and the wisher, wisher, wisher of wind it heals me. These are my sacred places where God resides, where wisdom is found and my spirit can fly. All my insecurities, frustrations, fears and concerns that cloud my spirit, are swept away in the water’s current and wind’s song. It rebirths a rhythm of wholeness within. I carry this back home and it seems to make me more grateful for our home and what we have created together.

And on the days where l sit in my studio, ready to create, to cut and sew, they are happy times where l feel inspired and excited with the colour and texture of my fabrics and my children’s interest. Where their little fingers play near my sewing baskets laying out fabric scraps in a tapestry of colour to later inspire their own quilts as l sew. Wooden blocks become furniture for the dolls house and floor pillows a movie viewing platform for afternoon movies. Our daily life continues, we complete work, we dance and play together no matter what our mood and in it’s imperfection and simplicity, it’s all magical.





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