And just like that, we are into the second week of this brand-new year. I don’t follow the tradition of a resolution but there is intent ahead.
- Making a conscious investment in myself because finally, I realise I am worth it.
- Endeavoring to do more of what I love.
- To not walk the long path I have often felt obligated to walk.
- Allowing that space inside me to accommodate more simplicity and joy, and
- The continued transformation of my garden and this house into my home…..no pressure 😊
Captured in photos, I have just skimmed through the last 12 months. It was at times, a sweet look back. The cats, the ocean, local travel opportunities (those posts to come) and my garden. Ordinary days made good.
I can’t complain of 2020. I sincerely cannot complain when so many suffered such tragedy yet perhaps for many, that year also marked a return to home. In a year filled with sorrow, such uncertainty, lockdowns and isolation, the need for home and family and loved ones was recognised and for me, there was also a greater appreciation of the small things.
I am grateful for Thomas and George who arrived so skittish and fearful but who now are settled. Sweet, happy, gentle and very much at home and for me, finding home in their very gentle presence. Thankful as always for little Zoe. For a simple yet beautiful old book which arrived in the post, a blue banded bee on a sage flower, the washed denim blue of the sky, a roof over my head and home-grown food on the table, a fledgling kestrel and snow bird and good people. Small yet significant things.
Over the past few years my sadness has been vast and deep and there is nothing which can prevent you from feeling lost but life marches on with or without your consent or attendance. You soon realise though, there is much good out there and even better reasons to move forward.
It is no secret that when I first returned to South Australia I initially found in my come back, a difficulty. I was leaving behind much which I loved in Newcastle, and I was embarking on the unknown. And trust me, returning somewhere whence you have been is never easy (#USA2015!!).
The house and yard were both an absolute mess. An overwhelming chaotic muddle which stole my time, my energy, my patience and at times my sanity. Some days, I seriously reached my quota!
I very often tend to take far too much on. There are clearly no margins to this life and when driven by perfectionism, I forget to be kind to myself which in turn leaves me exhausted and shattered. Yet over time, I have come to slowly love this place again. I am starting to like the way it is turning out with the investment over the past few months of a new roof, full solar power and a reverse cycle air conditioner to replace the old swampy.
Rusted gutters along with 22 tonne of old brittle and broken terracotta tiles were removed and the house sighed with relief. New steel beams replaced dry rotten wood, a dark colourbond tin roof chosen for a more elegant and contemporary look, the eaves and chimney painted. No more leaks. It looks amazing. Best investment ever!
I adore the garden and yard now too, especially my veggie patch. That ever evolving and growing space called ‘Zoe’s Patch’ after my little gardening companion and where I spend my quiet time has come so far. As soon as Zoe hears the rattle of my keys in the back door she is at my feet. The patch is fully enclosed and Zo loves to head out there to either sit on the sugar cane mulch or amongst the plants or perch herself upon one of the compost bins.
How it looked when I first arrived back……
And in the post came the most beautiful of surprises. My mothers cherished book. She and I share a love of books and many of her old childhood books display the evidence of her relationships with them. Well read and much loved, spines rebound, yellowed scotch tape and dog-eared pages and small notes. I could not love this dear little book more.
This year is about developing roots yet still having the ability to fly. It is about being a warrior for and a peacemaker with the past. It is of simplicity and mindful resilience. Hugs without restrictions or supervision and all the little things in between. Nothing is out of reach……….x
2 thoughts on “2021…….”
What a transformation. Your veggie patch looks amazing 😍😍
A little piece of Paradise! A just reward after all that back-breaking work, sweat and probably lots of tears – some definitely from frustration and angst.
No wonder Zoe loves her little patch … they suit each other. Her little place to wander ir simply soak up the sun.
… and your new little furbabies, I’m sure they bless you every day for making your home their home.
Soooo … this is the year when you breathe, when you take time to relax and pause long enough in your busy life to simply enjoy everything you love.