Treading Water

the first year

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Somewhere I read ‘God is my inexhaustible resource’. I read about a man who had seven versions of himself. I need to be seven. In the minutiae of my daily life it is hard to get the dishes washed or the clothes dry or something healthy cooked and ready for eating. I cannot do everything, I cannot be everything.

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I’ve been here before and I’ve learned to ‘chop wood and carry water’…be still and be carried. I turn to one small patch of my corner and give it my full attention. This small thing I will do well. I’m sitting quietly nourishing him at the breast, he breathes in and out, the curl of his hair wrapped around my finger. I am only one but I can still give it all I have.

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Around me there are people of beauty and goodness, soon my baby will be running and talking and I will make bread and soup.

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I am just stretched thin.
I am not alone in it, this is our modern world. We are mothers, fractured, carrying weights that were once carried by many..we do it side by side, we do our best.

Orange peel and kangaroo skeletons

photo 1-7Instead of despairing over orange peel and mounds of clean laundry all over the floor and the half jar of honey that I found tipped over my tea selection this morning, I decided to head off in the sun to a lovely nearby park.

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Just over a month ago during a visit here the children found a kangaroo skeleton and they were keen to look for it again. We walked for a while and found the remnants.
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And then we came across a little echidna off for a morning stroll. When we got close it curled up into a tiny ball and pretended to be a bush. We took a photograph and then we left it to continue on its merry way.
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After a play in the playground we drove down to the marvellous old bluestone farmhouse and cottage gardens. This is my favourite place to visit in our surrounding area. The sky was full of birdsong, we saw red parrots, white cockatoo’s and carefully avoided the nesting magpies. The air was thick with the fragrance of the garden flowers.
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We watched the ducks swimming on the dam and we ate oranges and then it was time to come home.

It doesn’t take much to revive a sense of spirit , as someone who had a country childhood in one of the most beautiful places in the world, I do struggle sometimes with our suburban existence. My body craves the natural environment, my soul needs beauty. And fortunately it is there to be found without much effort.