Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Being present

Day light saving started two days ago, and I’m still lagging one hour behind. 
The day felt strange, in the sense that it appeared as though I went to work early, and left early. The sunlight had a golden honey like quality that instantly bathed everything in in promising spring like weather, against a backdrop of menacing black clouds. It drizzled on and off. The wind, however, was ferocious, as it had been for the past three days. Trees thrashed about and plants kowtowed to the ground.

I drove to work without music on, and drove home in silence, fully present. In that one hour in total, the surrounding quietly unfolded-  the verdant green of spring leaves, glimpses of very choppy white waves in the bay, hurrying clouds, sunlight dappled landscape.

I promised myself that I will put the phone away and be fully present with my son when I come home from work- no more posting dinner photos on instagram, then browsing away for minutes on end.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

I love hearing Ari talk in bed, between dreams, between sleep cycles. Clear vowels float effortlessly through the air.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

A walk in Jells park. Buttercups nodding in wind, swaying
on the sides of the dirt track, a bushland haven right in the suburbs.
Balmy weather. Summer dress.
Ari asleep in pram.
Dean and I held hands. Being mum is harder
than I thought it would be
but it is good.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Ari is

moth breath, bundle of soft fluttering warmth falling asleep on my chest, makes cute sounds, smiles at people& at the ceiling, hands clasped when fed, wild animal when hungry.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

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Ari 4 weeks old, Dean and bub, the city on the weekend.