january 8th, 2012

all of her babies rocked to sleep..
voodoo doll included. heh

january 7th, 2012

life drawing

she is a goddess.
a muse.
posing for artists to paint centuries ago, in another lifetime..
the birth of figure drawing lays in every roll and crease
every dimple on her bottom
every jiggle of her thighs
oh. she is divine..

january 6th, 2012

she is a magic weaver

in search of the missing shoe…

oh yes. all of THAT came from under the couch

thank goodness i found that zombie survival guide, a gift from my brother- of course ;)

january 5th, 2012

yaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwnnn
to bed too late and up too early
a nap in the sun with my girl.. curled up like cats, like queens.

thankful for living in a place that i can have this moment.these moments. that i can live comfortably doing exactly what i want to be doing, exactly what i should be doing… savouring every single bit of this with her. knowing how very lucky we are.

mad search for the other tiny purple shoe.. where could it be? and why do i only have one pair of shoes that fits her.. tearing apart the living room, a ridiculous amount of stuff comes out of hiding under the couch- but no shoe. finally… it’s found, in the toy bin… after i had already looked there. losing my mind, trying to gather us up and scramble us out of the house while there’s this sliver of light.. while the 100mph winds have died down, and the rain holds off.
a walk to the shop, a loud and cheerful ‘HIIII!’ to everyone that we meet

january 4th, 2012

waking to a little face looking right into my face, picking up fluff and strings and putting them in my eyes
yawn
lamp on from 9am.. dark dark stormy day

playing with her toes while nursing
found out why my website is broken in so many places – oh right.. it’s an ancient version of prophoto. so old that it can’t be upgraded like the others. arse. have to figure something out and buy a newer version.
two of the cutest baby molars you ever did see…
tired eyes.. i’d crawl into bed to nap with her…  waiting for the postman to arrive. hmph
what we affectionately call ‘the titty noise’ .. trying to think of a way to describe the noise she makes with her mouth as she climbs all over me… but. how to describe that in words? the titty noise it is.
bundled, in my hat that still smells of sheep, in hand knits and pretty wellies- facing the fierce wind to make it to the post office before it closes
greeted with a smile by the postman that used to be an asshole, ahhh i am now a local after 4 years.
while making dinner, i just inhaled 3 fig rolls. i went back for another thinking that i surely didn’t already eat them.. to discover that i’m a savage.
to which i started searching for the two tiny pieces of chocolate i hid somewhere, but hid so well that i can’t find them..
currently shoving a left over mini mince christmas pie in my mouth…
probably about to have a sugar fit
ready for dinner to be done
oh… discovered another blog i’m now in love with. so dinner was a bit on the soggy side after addictively reading..
baby making the most hilarious faces.. laughing until our bellies ache and breathless

january 3rd, 2012

up until the wee hours of the morning, laughing and playing
the wind, so fierce last night- the house could be swaying in the sea..
late morning sleep in
waking to the sweetest e-mail.
buying clothes that would fit a 4 year old, but will be the perfect size for my tall rollie pollie 1 year old.
tripod and timer
stubbed toe. *$%@!!
little mama rocking her baby. my heart. oh.


sharing ‘homemade’ ramen noodles
itty bitty feet stand on tippy toes, reach reaching for anything on the table. god she’s tall..
little spots on her face, is it my hormones? hmmm
nostalgia. looking through pictures taken JUST four months ago, and feeling the ache of time- was she really that small just that short amount of time ago? she was only just walking… oh. oh.
watching him read a book to her, she happily climbs up in his lap and turns the pages
‘dinner’s ready!’ off she runs to her high-chair, patting it.. ready for someone to lift her up.
all i hear from the kitchen is ‘dah-doooh! dah-dooh! dah-dooh!’ (thank you) as she ‘helps’ him unload the dishwasher.
‘hi! hi! hi!’ in the sweetest high pitched voice.
spinning in the hoop for a few songs. ooh it feels so good to spin and move your hips.
music comes on, and the wee girl rushes off to grab her hoop and shake her hips

stepping into the new year, stepping into self

it’s time.

you can make all the resolutions to lose weight, eat healthy, give up bad habits etc. etc..

but it’s really truly time to honour yourself fully while you take on everything else.

i want you to start treating yourself like your very best friend. i want you to start treating yourself like someone that you love unconditionally.
i want you to start clearing away negative thoughts and energy in all areas of your life, most especially that directed to yourself.
i can promise you that it isn’t something you will regret,
that you will thank yourself for years and years to come…

how do we begin something like that?
you have all of the medicine you need within you.
you are a beautiful force.
there is no one in this world like you, and that’s the truth..

step into your future self – the self that you want to be, the happy, content, LIVING fully self
and i want you to look from that perspective at the you today… and really *see*
what does this woman need? what is stopping her from living this life? what can i give to her?

i used to stand at the mirror and watch as the person in front of me would balloon into a monster, even on a ‘good day’. she was hideous, she seemed unworthy of love.  i’d move closer to pick apart the flaws in my skin. i’d turn this way and that to see every angle.. disgusted and defeated- i’d go on with my day.

what kind of a life is that?

one day, while i was in the middle of this hate cycle- i suddenly had the foresight to see myself, from my own perspective, from an outside perspective, from my future self.. i saw this girl that was hurting, this girl that was sad, this girl that was so fucking hard on herself for no particular reason. i realised that she needed me to be her friend, the one thing she needed- was for me to not hate her so much, for me to not pick her apart so much, for me to love her.. to be kind to her, to be gentle with her.. for me to forgive her, accept her.

i realised that i would never ever talk to anyone else the same way i did myself. a stranger, a friend, someone i loved- i saved the worst words for myself, but why?

and so began the relationship with self..
i took a deep breath, and i accepted her. my brow softened, and i befriended her… i saw her wounds and ache, and i held her and loved her through them.

i began replacing all negative energy around me with positive energy.

on days where i might sink into old habits, i’d quickly remove myself from the situation and practice love and forgiveness. i allowed myself to feel whatever it was that i needed to feel, i didn’t judge it. i was my own best friend.

soon, i began LIVING.

waking up in this body felt good. walking around in this body felt divine.  my whole being was smiling,  i felt lighter, lifted…

i realised that there was the before and after- because now when i look at pictures of me in the past, i see all of that hurt, all of that ache, all of that sadness and hatred… it makes me so sad for her, doesn’t she realise what she’s missing out on? doesn’t she see how beautiful she really is?

and then.. it dawns on me, i am now living that future self- the woman who stepped in, stepped up, and started loving.  ..started living.

you have the medicine within you. you can be your own guide, your own inspiration.
you are the only one who knows exactly what you need,
you are the only person to give exactly that to yourself.
what are you waiting for?

begin now.
take a deep breath, see who is sitting here today- and ask what it is that you can offer her, what you can do to give her what she needs. what you can do to fully love her.

and then, i want you to start clearing away the negative energy you store within. while driving in traffic, let go of impatience, let go of frustration. while being inconvenienced, stop. relax. breathe. and let it go, what really is the rush?  look into the eyes of those that serve you, at restaurants, at the store – and thank them.  when someone pays you a compliment, don’t brush it off – embrace it and say ‘thank you’
when thinking of those that have hurt you- light a candle and send them light, surround them, wrap them up in beautiful healing light, and then let them go, they have their own hurts- and you have no room left in your beautiful body for negative energy.

begin.

with kindness, love and compassion for self.

i believe in the beauty that is you.
your friends and loved ones are waiting for you to see it too.
validate yourself.
stop wasting your life not loving who you are…
start living.

the time warp of a mama

in bed last night, counting time in the dark, which always spirals out on control.
my thought process:

oh my god… she’s already 16 months. this  time next year she’ll be OVER two years old… ohmygod she’s two months from 18 months old.. a year and a half, and then.. two months after that ‘how old is she?’ ’20 months’ you might as well say two years. two years. two years! my baby…….. holy fuck my baby is almost two years old. 

at this point i could add the cliché ‘she’ll be driving and moving out and getting married and having babies of her own!’ because damn if it isn’t true. (i’ll admit that watching videos of people surprising their parents with the news that they are pregnant makes me tear up, because i think ‘oh… one day that will be ME being surprised!’ hahaha what a way to get out of control, right?)

and so i moved in closer and nuzzled my nose into her (stinky) neck. i breathed her warm, sleepy toddlerhood in. i took a mental snapshot of this age, this moment. this. right here. right now. i paused the world and time and we just were….

sigh