Here we go!
- Milk and cookies. The milk: Bonsoy, the best soy milk evahhhhh. The cookies: Granny Boyd’s Biscuits, made by moi, from Nigella’s How to Be a Domestic Goddess. Click the photo for a link to the recette and the originator of the photo. Because I didn’t take pics of my cookies
- Listening to Fiona Apple, various albums, on random and repeat. I am not sure why, since I am really happy right now, I am loving listening to her so much, but there you go. She has a Voice, that woman
- Cramming my iPhone (lovelovelovelove!) full of music. And photos. And apps. Especially this one and this one – how freakin’ cool! Yes, I know it’s sad that I am so besotted with a gadget, but I am, and the novelty just isn’t wearing off. Marry me, Apple
- Spur-of-the-moment shenanigans. I saw a poster last Saturday afternoon, advertising that Emiliana Torrini (remember her? I heart her?) was playing in Melbourne. That night. I went. Yes, there were still tickets, and despite all my friends being out of town on holidays or entertaining their out-of-town relatives, I rustled up a partner in crime. It was. Awe. Some
- Picnicking in the park. At dusk, on a hot steamy day. Wine, home-made quiches (mushroom and chevre, made by me), and lots of laughing
- Luscious Saturday morning lie-ins. Yes, that alliteration was intentional
- Beer in the sun on a hot day at the Belgium Beer Garden. Unfortunately, that led to an incredibly early night. Sleep deprivation and beer in the sun are a soporific combination
- Hearing amazing news from friends – how exciting that Kerry is engaged! Read about it here. I have a rant on the topic of not-powerful rituals scheduled to go out soon, but this wedding won’t be one of those! Kerry is one of the most, um, Awaken(ed) people I know
- Feeling the waters of Life flowing in me, full and strong. It shows up in all the baking and crafting and dancing and music-listening and singing I have been doing. My svadisthana chakra is brimming over, people. It’s amazing! I have been so depleted there for so long. Not now, though, oh no
- The drawing my friend Anna made for me for my birthday – me, basically, in Hanumasana, with an explosion of blossoms from my/her svasithana chakra. I started crying when I saw it. It’s just perfect. She knows me so well. Just a note: the linked pic of me is an old one. My splits are flashier these days, and so is the drawing, but you get the general idea. Also, who cares about flashy, right?
- Heart gifts. This was my first birthday sans family (including my husband who was the only family I had in Melbourne) and yet I felt so very loved. People went to so much trouble with handmade, lovemade gifts: two of my faves, apart from the incredible drawing, were the recording of my favourite song that one person learnt and played and the beautiful beaded felt heart another sewed for me. You guys, you guys!
- Skyping my dad twice in one week, and my godmother twice too. Only once with my mom, but I take what’s available. Connection
- The birth of my cousin’s daughter on New Year’s Day, and of the second son of two of my oldest friends on Monday. New Life. New Hope. Joy
- Blessing the birth of Kate’s baby. She has gone through her pregnancy with such grace and consciousness. If I ever have a child, she will lay my road map
- On that note, kidlove. My two favourite littleuns were so happy to see me on Friday, tumbling like puppies to tell me their news. Ahhhhhh