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

green

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.

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.

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 ?

little things

photo by jen hosking

'enjoy the little things, for one day you will realise they were the big things'.

                         robert brault

sunday

photo by CarlyMarie

It has been 6 months since Sunday died. The past months have been some of the most difficult of our life. Thankfully I have been able to take time out from my regular routine to reflect on the events past to try to make some sense out of such a sudden and unexpected loss. I have been drawn to everything I know to be authentic in my life in order to get through this devastating experience and still genuinely smile and feel good about life. It often feels surreal, to be taken to such depths of pain and agony to then surface again to find meaning and hope in life. It can be exhausting stuff but somehow empowering, the resilience of the human spirit can be amazing. Each night before I sleep I glance across at a beautiful photograph of Sunday that sits beside my bed to remember her in my arms once more.

hanging plants

The last few weeks I have been thinking about purchasing an indoor plant. I have seen a few examples at various shops & cafes and have also noticed the emergence of macrame.  I eventually made my 'plant' discovery at a local shop in Sydney Road called mr kitly a lovely shop/gallery filled with lots of inspirational things, ideas & macrame. I found something that goes by the name of 'string of pearls',(sencio rawleyanus, for my learned plant friends) & it's exactly the type of plant I have been looking for.
Here's a little snap of the shop courtesy of mr kitly.