For the past week I have been experiencing a deep sense of calm. Somewhere deep inside me a still, small voice keeps whispering to me that I am exactly where I am meant to be. After the tornado of last year, and the deluge it left for me to deal with for the first few months this year, I finally feel back on course. Being at university, surrounded by ideas and knowledge, I feel nourished in a way I have been missing for a long time.
Inside myself I feel whole, healed, truly well. My past is my story to tell now. No one else has lived it from the inside, and those chapters have served to shape who I am today. Now, I am ready for the next volume. I am open for what the universe brings. I know that I am capable of the lofty highs, worthy of them, willing to work for them, and accept and roll with an adventure. I am strong enough to survive the lows that follow. I am brave enough to fight for myself and the parts that I need to cling to as I rebuild.
For now, I am right where I am supposed to be. Although some of my days might be filled with watching too many re-runs of ‘Murder She Wrote’, or daydreaming about hiking in Utah one day in the distant future, I feel that everyday I am working towards things that I want in my life. I am writing, I am creating, I am planning for the next step in my academic career, or my professional career. I am looking forward to my next race even though it is a long way out. I am cooking, nourishing my family, watching on with excitement as my loved ones take the next steps in their lives.
I am at home here, and this little house is right where I am supposed to be right now…until the next adventure…
I woke this morning to the gentle tap-tap-tap of rain on a tin roof. Tucked under a triple layer of blankets and comforters in the guest bedroom of my dear friend’s Casey and Matt’s house I slowly opened my eyes and decided that this rainy Brisbane day would be dedicated to the art of cosiness.
Rainy morning view.
As is our usual want on a Saturday morning I met Mum at the farmer’s market for breakfast. Although there is nothing that compares to a bright summer morning when the vendor’s tables are groaning with fresh-off-the-vine tomatoes that smell of sunshine, I relish these rainy Autumn mornings that come so rarely. The crowd is thinned as many choose to stay in bed so the line for coffee is shorter; despite the chill and the wet I linger longer over my produce selection while I dream of creations that will warm both the body and the soul.
Grapes with the blush of the vine still on their skin.
My soul hungers for two cups of coffee on a morning like this: one to drink while I wake to the day and enjoy my breakfast, the second to end my market day before I leave the wonders of this vegetable playground and head back into the world. Creamy, smooth and sweet my Saturday morning cappuccino ritual is a background brush stroke of cosiness.
Coffee for the ladies of Saturday morning.
After filling our bags with enough fruit and vegetables to nourish our family for the week we walked through the flower seller’s stall. Tiny droplets cling to each precious blossom like diamonds left behind by the sky.
The beauty of the rose.
The day has just begun and I feel it is off to a wonderfully cosy start. A quick workout and a filling lunch and now to spend the afternoon snuggled under a blanket with a cup of tea and a Gothic Victorian novel.