Journal
Your breath…
Do you realise the power it can wield?
It is our life force and constant companion; from our very first moments, to our very last.
At once unassuming and extraordinary; bringing life to our bodies and vitality to our spirit.
It calms our nerves and smooths over our frayed edges.
It ignites our passions and fuels our creativity.
It steadies us when we falter, and brings clarity and peace.
It pushes us to keep going when nothing else can.
It will shift what no longer serves us, and replaces it with hope.
It brings us to here and now, and allows us to see the truth.
And it will, if we allow it, shine a light on our shadow;
Uncover the depths of our despair, reveal the rage buried within, and expose the fears we evade.
Then, without judgement, guide us through the other side; exhausted, elated, grateful, a new.
It gives us permission to let go.
And we can access this power at any time. It belongs to us. It is ours. And when we take a breath, we say yes to life.
Unveiling me
So many thoughts in my head…always. They are my constant companions.
Swirling, whirling, coming, going, returning, remaining, disappearing. Some linger; they comfort me. They leave me smiling at things no one else can see. Others torture me as they swirl around for days, like a whirlpool, dragging me under. They drain me, they exhaust me. I silently scream ‘leave me alone!’ And eventually they do, when I am finally able to let go.
Perfectly unkempt
We have a truly blessed life, my little family and I. We live, most of of the time, on a 7,000 acre grain and sheep farm in the Wheatbelt, Western Australia. My husband is a dedicated third generation farmer. Our children have space that many people could only dream of! We also have a little house in Perth about 2 hours away, that is close to the river and beautiful beaches. It is our base when we visit friends and family, and want our ocean and city fix.
My son notices the details
He notices the leaves that are shaped like love hearts. He notices the one tiny flower amongst many that looks like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. He notices the seeds on strawberries are black or yellow…and the black ones taste better. He notices the patterns in the bricks as the world rushes past. He notices the shapes made by the shadow of a flickering candle.
He notices the sound of the grain train far off in the distance.
Dinosaurs are Autistic too
Just the other day, our 5 year old told me he loves being Autistic. As he said this I could feel the pride beaming out of his gorgeous, smiling face, and bursting through the tips of his outstretched fingers. Since his diagnosis 8 months ago, we have always been open with him about the fact that he is Autistic.