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Exotic Cravings


The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel Pool Scene

Ever have that yearning for something beautiful and culturally daze-worthy?
I had that feeling tonight.

After spending a lovely evening wandering around drinking up the scents of Australian wildflowers, alternating between attentive photograph taker and crazytwirling with my soon-to-be four-year-old,  I quite enjoyed the pace of this film.

I so look forward to immersing myself ~ and my family ~ in so many cultural adventures that our senses are forever altered and our feet feel as if they could do it all over again. Oh, to travel with no expectations and just embrace all you discover.

Not soon, but eventually.
Big travel is such a delightful dream.


Grumpy Face

Pirate Bumblebee Knight Dinosaur...

I made a concerted effort today to refrain from yelling.

Ever reached that point where you feel as if you are only ever speaking in a raised voice and barking orders? Or is it just me with the boisterous threeandahalf year old who almost always often lacks the capacity to listen and complete a task as directed?

Today I vowed that I would be different. I would attempt this wee thing people refer to as patience and speak only in a calm tone. Calm, quiet, less blackmail.  I can do this, I thought.  It has to be better than earlier in the week, when I threatened the loss of television (i.e. movies and iView) for the day (it was mid-morning)… Only to find myself lamenting my stupidity as the day progressed and my mental state went from imbalanced to barmy and my friend the Box of Calm was out of bounds.

And by jove, it surprised me by actually being close to effective. I think he was a little freaked – as though this new calm mama had adopted a mask that indicated an impending sense of doom and destruction. Which was far scarier than one who just bellowed in bursts. I don’t know how long this new persona will be maintained, but I am going to roll with it while it works.

The selective collection of his masks that Ruben had assembled on the floor struck me as a little amusing, so I thought I would share it with you.


Summer ’12

Welcome back.
(is that directed at me or you?  probably me.  *pat on the back*.  I am going to try and be a tad more regular this year.)
A couple of weeks ago we headed south to our favourite camping spot.   It was a beautiful week.

And yes, in case you noticed; that is not my normal waistline.  Baby #2 (/5) is due in 7 weeks.
2012 is to be a year of new beginnings…

And there are so many things I want to accomplish.

Start surfing (this holiday definitely urged that desire along… Margaret River is a good spot for that).
Actually pick up and learn to tinker on the ukulele that has been gathering dust since purchased on a whim.
Write more.
Sew more.
Take more photos.
And remember to enjoy and savour every day.


Giving and Obligation

Does all giving come from a place of obligation? 
I think not;  I think you can create something that will require assistance without any notion of obligation involved. 
Michael and I had a heated discussion (mostly fueled by my stubbornness) this morning on our way to work around this topic.
This stemmed from talking about the book I just finished, The Dirty Life, wherein a couple start a large-scale farming operation with a minimal budget and a big dream.   
Michael believes that at some level, however deeply buried, there is an obligation created when people start something that will obviously require others (of the volunteer variety) to lend a hand when required (during harvests, for example).  
This is a concept he dislikes – he believes that to create the need for assistance is constructing a burden (my words) of some form on another.
I think having a positive attitude and a strong belief in what you are doing negates the need to even focus on what I feel to be a criticism of the whole process.  However valid it may be, it is not particularly significant. 
That was my argument.  Isn’t it frustrating when your opinion is based on emotion and the other person’s is on a critical analysis of the situation?