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anxiety

Where I go wrong with time….

Confession: I might not look like it, but inside I’m a thief. Countless moments a day I catch myself trying to steal something. Snatch it. Hold it close. To own that which isn’t my own…

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Faith

Are you sure you have enough kids?

That’s what she asked us, the stranger on the street, her eyes darting us over like she was watching some sort of curious circus performance. Us and our three young children, our bounty of blankets and snacks, and enough miscellaneous mess to fill some minimalist’s living rooms. Us and our dishevelled hair, food still on our face and clothes from dinner (and that’s just Dr M and myself!) With our two prams, one of them a double-decker, one child perched on top riding high, the other closeted below like a surprise hidden layer in a rainbow cake.

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anxiety

A Prayer for this Season

Sometime through the monotony of my mid-morning, an email came into my  inbox. It was from Dr M. The message title simply read, ‘Lord help me to live beautifully in this season.’ The content of the message is written below. I hope it helps others as it did me.

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campus living

Mid-year here

Yesterday the night came early. Everyone inside, cheeks brushed red from play. Late June. Time is passing. This new year already mid-way through. I know the house now. It’s pleasures, and idiocyncracies. I know how to walk in the night hours to avoid the weak floorboards. How the light looks at dawn, as it filters through the stain glass windows of the doorway.

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Faith

Same Place, Different Time: A night of ‘Vivid’ memories

So, the other weekend, spontaneously, as he does, and as I like it when he does, Dr M suggested we go and see something of the ‘Vivid’ lights. For those unfamiliar with it, ‘Vivid’ is a city-wide Sydney festival of light and sound taking place in May-June. It’s been described as the world’s largest outdoor gallery. Nice! But while I’ve seen photos, and heard of friends going on ‘Vivid cruises’ around the harbour (sounds oh so very romantic), we’d never been.

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campus living

Their world: an afternoon in our garden in Mid-March

In the late afternoon at our place a breeze comes through the garden, touching every living thing, including us, with tenderness. Dinner time is almost here. The intense sun has run its course for the day. No need for anymore sunscreen, and hats can finally be abandoned – if desired. We inhabit the garden freely.

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Our Story

Our Story: Pt 1

When I look back over what I have written so far, I see that I have been doing a lot of keyboard-chattering about my children and their exploits, and how they are driving us to delirium. And they have been. And they are (I won’t even go into the details here of how yesterday morning Willem plugged the sink with toilet paper and created a Niagra falls effect in our small bathroom).

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anxiety

Something we are good at… and shouldn’t be

Each time I’ve been about to give birth something happens. My must-do-it-all-right-or-else streak rises like a hungry tiger. My mind whirs with pictures revolving around situations and scenarios where I will potentially fail–feeding, child wrangling, coping,  relating to my husband, relating to anyone, washing my hair, sleeping…

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anxiety

Where I go wrong with time….

Confession: I might not look like it, but inside I’m a thief. Countless moments a day I catch myself trying to steal something. Snatch it. Hold it close. To own that which isn’t my own…

Read More
Faith

Are you sure you have enough kids?

That’s what she asked us, the stranger on the street, her eyes darting us over like she was watching some sort of curious circus performance. Us and our three young children, our bounty of blankets and snacks, and enough miscellaneous mess to fill some minimalist’s living rooms. Us and our dishevelled hair, food still on our face and clothes from dinner (and that’s just Dr M and myself!) With our two prams, one of them a double-decker, one child perched on top riding high, the other closeted below like a surprise hidden layer in a rainbow cake.

Read More
anxiety

A Prayer for this Season

Sometime through the monotony of my mid-morning, an email came into my  inbox. It was from Dr M. The message title simply read, ‘Lord help me to live beautifully in this season.’ The content of the message is written below. I hope it helps others as it did me.

Read More
campus living

Mid-year here

Yesterday the night came early. Everyone inside, cheeks brushed red from play. Late June. Time is passing. This new year already mid-way through. I know the house now. It’s pleasures, and idiocyncracies. I know how to walk in the night hours to avoid the weak floorboards. How the light looks at dawn, as it filters through the stain glass windows of the doorway.

Read More
Faith

Same Place, Different Time: A night of ‘Vivid’ memories

So, the other weekend, spontaneously, as he does, and as I like it when he does, Dr M suggested we go and see something of the ‘Vivid’ lights. For those unfamiliar with it, ‘Vivid’ is a city-wide Sydney festival of light and sound taking place in May-June. It’s been described as the world’s largest outdoor gallery. Nice! But while I’ve seen photos, and heard of friends going on ‘Vivid cruises’ around the harbour (sounds oh so very romantic), we’d never been.

Read More
campus living

Their world: an afternoon in our garden in Mid-March

In the late afternoon at our place a breeze comes through the garden, touching every living thing, including us, with tenderness. Dinner time is almost here. The intense sun has run its course for the day. No need for anymore sunscreen, and hats can finally be abandoned – if desired. We inhabit the garden freely.

Read More
Our Story

Our Story: Pt 1

When I look back over what I have written so far, I see that I have been doing a lot of keyboard-chattering about my children and their exploits, and how they are driving us to delirium. And they have been. And they are (I won’t even go into the details here of how yesterday morning Willem plugged the sink with toilet paper and created a Niagra falls effect in our small bathroom).

Read More
anxiety

Something we are good at… and shouldn’t be

Each time I’ve been about to give birth something happens. My must-do-it-all-right-or-else streak rises like a hungry tiger. My mind whirs with pictures revolving around situations and scenarios where I will potentially fail–feeding, child wrangling, coping,  relating to my husband, relating to anyone, washing my hair, sleeping…

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