Last year in the weeks and months before we left on our caravan adventure, I remember writing lots of rambling listy blog posts. Lists of all the stuff I had to get done and wanted to get done, stuff I was thinking and feeling, stuff I was wondering, and other miscellaneous crap that was filling up my brain.
I remember reading a few of those posts back while we were away and being astounded by their speed and clutter. I remember feeling clear and so very far removed from she of the speedy-cluttery posts. I remember wishing that there was a way to hold on to the slow and the clear and to bring it back home with me.
Today all morning I've been dying to get a chance to sit down at my computer and write one of those rambly, overwhelmed, overweight, listy posts of before. I've wanted to find a way to get it all out. I've needed to find a way to find peace and calm. To be back on the beach in Broome, on the Coral Bay reef, or in a rockpool in Litchfield.
Inhale.
My head is FULL of making the most of the one sunny day of the week, not coping with Pepper getting big and going school next year, Abby leaving, worries about my Grandfather, Jazzy's middle child stuff, birthday prezzies, rhubarb recipes, Indi's emotions, potato planting, plans for my studio, crochet sampler thoughts, searching for asparagus and daffodils, the naked wall, Wednesday's chicks, Melbourne plans, what's for dinner, a little caravan adventure, the three woolly projects I started on the weekend, the op shop pile, the project, overdue library books, naked windows, what if's, the caravan pages, what should I do's, Indi's training, spring planting, the little busy Milo, washing the ballet stuff, potato bread, everything but the thread, next year's trip, father's day, the postage pile, some indoor, early planting, finding linen tea-towel blanks, all those school notes.... I could go on.... and on...and on...
Exhale.
I think today's mission is to slow down and get out of my head. To breathe deeply. To notice the details. I think I need to put on my farm clothes and to get outside. I think I might need to split wood, or to shovel some dirt, or to go for a long walk in the bush.
Life is good.
Inhale.
Has your week gotten off to a good start?
Are you in your head or are your feet on the ground?
Are you a list writer or do you carry it all around with you like me?
What do you make with too much rhubarb?
What do you do when you feel like you are about to explode?
Exhale.
See you later sprouting potata.
xx
Abby we miss you so much already. xx
