Blackberry, blackberry…

Just a small diversion from the Happiest Stories on Earth for a moment to let you know that lately we have been pigging out on juicy, fresh-picked blackberries…and no I did not grow them (although the patch has started to provide the most AMAZINGLY sweet tomatoes). These blackberries grow wild in our car park and just down the hill on the roadside – yes, that’s right – in suburbia.

I have never eaten fresh-picked blackberries before – only restaurant delivered-on-a-plate ones – these are so-o-o-o delicious. J managed to fill an ice-cream container on Saturday with his not-so-slim pickings and has put half in the freezer for prosperity (of our desserts anyway).

Why did no-one tell me about this?? This is definitely the first important lessons of my 40s…

5 Sleeps To Go…Success Is

It’s only 5 sleeps to go until my 39-ness comes to an end and I embark on the journey into my forties. Not that I particularly believe that one birthday (or day for that matter) should mean more than any other but somehow turning 40 has become a milestone with some significance…

There is no party planned…rather the celebrations are developing more out of quiet joy and thankfulness as opposed to any huge ‘whooping it up’ and while the big day is yet to arrive (and the presents are still to be opened!), I find myself feeling so very grateful…

…for my wonderful man and our extraordinarily special relationship…

…for being blessed to know and love his kids and be accepted by them…

…for my family who miss me hugely and support my life across the other side of the world anyway…

…for my friends who lean and are leaned on…you know who you are…

…for discovering life’s simple pleasures – in nature, laughter, tears and home…

and

…for having the courage to find ‘myself’ and to believe I can make a difference, everyday.


There is a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson called Success Is Mum always had this stuck on the back of the toilet door and I am still struck by its poignancy.
So I’d like to pass this on to you for all your moments of quiet contemplation…

The Countdown Begins…

For those of you who live under a rock or have been avoiding me for sometime, today is the today that I remind you that in exactly ONE MONTH, I will be turning 40.

That’s 31 shopping days…

(although if you live across the other side of the world – aka Australia – this probably means only 21 shopping days as it takes about 10 days for post to get here)

That’s also 31 sleeps…

The countdown begins…

Nature abhors a vacuum

I went to a friend’s 40th birthday party last night…Avril and I worked for the same company for a while (she left mid 2008 and I was made redundant in December 2008)…and bumped into some faces I did not expect to see.

Being a redundancy meant that the gap between when I was advised my job was at risk and the actual finish date was only a week so there were many people I had worked with that I didn’t get to see before I left. Some of those that I saw last night had only heard I’d left through the company rumour mill – as efficient as ever – but all were surprised I had been on the list to go, were pleased to see me and wished me the best for whatever is next for me.

What really struck me (and it’s not the first time) is this whole principle that nature ‘abhors a vacuum’ and the gap that is created behind you for others and in front for yourself when you leave, is quickly filled as life moves on, as other opportunities for fulfilment and exploration present themselves. It is easy to move so quickly in filling these voids that we miss the chance to get present to our lives developing new shape…I am looking forward to a busy and varied week and am now wondering what new shapes will emerge for me.