Saturday morning after a massive working week. Time to breathe in some fresh air and sunshine, and let nature rebalance me.
The peaceful sound of rain falling on green spring buds.
The sign of new beginnings and hope for an enjoyable summer season.
Celebrating a friend’s birthday with an early morning walk and breakfast catch up on the beach.
‘It’s a small world!’.
How many times have you said that in your life? I know I have many times. That was until 2020.
The world hasn’t changed in size. Just feels that way. With the global pandemic we are no longer free flying birds, hopping on planes and zipping to the other side of the world in a day. Travel restrictions and limited planes have slowed it all down, in fact almost to a grinding halt. The cold reality of distance has crept into our anxious minds; distance between us and our loved one’s overseas.
It feels like when I first came to Australia many years ago in my early twenties. I left my family behind in Denmark to start a new life down-under with my love and soon to be husband. We were young and money was tight. Trips back to visit my Danish family then were rare. Each time I worried that Australia would not let me in. I loved living in Australia, so different to the cold winters of the north.
I never imagined there would come a day when Australia would not let me out. That the world would not be free to travel. That I could not visit my family in Denmark and my daughter in the US whenever I wanted to. But that is our new normal. For now. For how long? The uncertainty is sometimes worse than the restriction itself.
It makes the tough times we are finding ourselves in tougher by not being with people we love. It’s natural to want to have family close by. To want them safe and to feel safe ourselves. To hold them tight and be with them in person. FaceTime and the internet is a blessing but it can never beat seeing their smiles and hugging them tight.
I cannot wait to do that. One day. Soon.
When the world is small again.
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A clear blue spring sky after a night of rain; a fresh clean new day and it’s the weekend!
The perfume of the jasmine on my patio drifting into my home; the first sign of spring on our doorstep lifting our spirit.
Happy first spring day to all.
A lazy Sunday afternoon picnic with good friends, enjoying a gorgeous sunny winter’s day, the smell of spring so close.
Medicine for the soul.
When you work for a great boss!
After a long gruelling month (year!) it was a lovely surprise to receive these beautiful flowers this afternoon with a thank you card from my manager. A gorgeous perfume is filling my loungeroom and I’m still smiling
Sunday morning breakfast.
Fresh spinach from my patio garden with poached eggs and homemade bread topped with avocado and vegemite.
In spite of all the challenges of 2020 I hope everyone finds their tiny reason to still smile ❤️
The smell of freshly made bread on a cold winter’s day.
Something really satisfying about the slow process of rising dough, the baking and finally tasting the end result.