Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Shopping from a market can be so much more fulfilling than walking down a supermarket aisle (although our local supermarket has a very different feel to most).

photo by jen hosking

In a market place people feel free to connect with each other, unexpected conversations are had, impromptu recipes exchanged and there is always beautiful produce in wonderful arrays of colour and texture on display to inspire the next cooking adventure.

photo by jen hosking

A market place is the heart beat of a city. People busily rushing about finding fresh produce for their evening meals, family dinners or extra special guests. I admire the groups of older people catching up for their weekly chat and coffee and it makes me happy to see old friends sharing stories.

photo by jen hosking

The market is my sacred place in a world that can sometimes lack depth and authenticity. It's a great place to watch the world go by. I breathe in the market ambience and think about my grandparents soaking up the market air and selecting their weekly produce, many years ago.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

girl and a bumble bee

I began my blog earlier this year with an image. It was found by chance in the back streets of Fitzroy the day we went to buy fabric to wrap Sunday's small body. It became a symbol for an amazing girl that entered our lives ever so briefly, making an incredible impact on us and to those around. Her death the sudden and intense pain of an unexpected bee sting. I stumble across the image again today, 7 months down the track. The girl and the bee are no longer just an outline but have become a silhouette with a flower now pink. It seems the image has evolved over time, just as we have.

photo by jen hosking

Some more green that caught my eye today.

photo by jen hosking

Monday, May 16, 2011


photo by jen hosking

today is a blue day 
so I will choose green 
its the colour of my olive tree
it reminds me of regeneration 
 it makes me feel a bit calm
and even sort of happy
and coriander with your wonderful aroma
 today you help me choose green.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

a million pieces

The day Sunday died my world shattered into a million pieces that lay strewn across the floor. I have gathered some pieces and put them back together in a slightly different order but some days, for no apparent reason, the pieces just tumble back to the floor. While some are gathered, others are completely lost, unable to retrieve. I don't expect you to understand my missing pieces, just perhaps help sort what's left strewn across my kitchen floor.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

remembering to breathe

A wonderful element of practising yoga is that just for a moment the world around us becomes less complicated & life is all about stretching & breathing. It teaches us to be in the moment and let go of unwanted thoughts and to be conscious of how the breath moves through our body. Yoga has always been something I come back to when I need to refocus & calm my mind. The subtle movements are incredibly powerful and should never be underestimated. How often do you hold your own breath when you are stressed or anxious ?