Life’S INGREDIENTS
Naomi’s Blog
How do you blend your life? This is how I blend mine.
‘No one gets there alone. There’s no I in team. Everyone needs a support crew.’ Hit a big deadline sometime last week. I’d like to thank amino acids for making energy, sheep for making wool, my favourite fella for making snacks & cocktails while he was here, & the postie for making me smile as he zipped past on his bike everyday with a wave & a cheer. #teamworkmakesthedreamwork
I prefer to run shoeless on the beach, feet slapping at the water’s edge, trying to track the sweet spot between tension and give. If the sand is too soft. It’s too challenging for me, but if it’s too hard my insteps hurt for days. It’s easier to find when the tide is going out not in, & I always think about how the ocean is like so many other things we repeat every day - theoretically exactly the same but always somewhat altered because it’s influenced by external factors within its environment.
Some bodies of water will be more consistent - if they’re shielded from the elements by broad mountains & protective cliffs, for example, but most waves are subject to the whim & fancy of the moon & the weather, of dredging & drilling, & the world’s relentless pursuit of progress. The ocean can only respond those variables so much, & then it just has to cope.
Kind of like humans really.
Happy weekend people. I hope you find a path to walk where the pressure is perfect for you.
Nothing like moving house the day before term starts to let you know you’re alive. Apparently moving is third in the line of stressful life events after the death of a spouse & divorce. Not gonna lie, it definitely leads to some of the dumbest fights Gregory & I have ever had, but when else would you be prompted to clean behind the fridge or sort the first aid kit - Inordinate amount of out of date Imodium as it turned out.
But it’s the last minute packing that really exposes the gizzards of your life isn’t it? The chaotic collection of objects, used daily or ignored completely, all utterly necessary ingredients in the recipe of your family’s life. Label that box FRAGILE.
Nothing like moving house the day before term starts to let you know you’re alive. Apparently moving is third in the line of stressful life events after the death of a spouse & divorce. Not gonna lie, it definitely leads to some of the dumbest fights Gregory & I have ever had, but when else would you be prompted to clean behind the fridge or sort the first aid kit - Inordinate amount of out of date Imodium as it turned out.
But it’s the last minute packing that really exposes the gizzards of your life isn’t it? The chaotic collection of objects, used daily or ignored completely, all utterly necessary ingredients in the recipe of your family’s life. Label that box FRAGILE.
A hospital that removes my favourite fella’s snoring-polyps & understands that a scone is simply an edible platform for obscene amounts of freshly whipped cream, is the modern Australian healthcare system performing services to the people just as Whitlam intended.
Nb - the headlines today about overhauling the NDIS is a little less so. Specifically, the slated cuts to funding for autistics is enough to curdle my cream. I want to rage about it - tell people what life is really like, the costs that are so much more than financial, the worry, the fear, the tenacity & stamina you both constantly need & neither of you ever have enough of. But not only would that expose a journey I’m a passenger on but not the driver, but I’m also far too tired & terrified just trying to stop us hitting the potholes & dead ends on this unpaved path.
More whipped cream required. 🩵
A little off my blistering Olympic pace owing to trees felled by the cyclone, but it still felt marvellous. Been running this route for 6 years now, never less than magnificent- an instant reset. #aussiewriters #betterthannothingclub #runninggirls
Q - I got on the bus yesterday afternoon & wondered what was wrong. Then I realised I was behind 2 brothers who sit quietly & read the whole way home. It’s the end of the day & their shirts are still tucked in, hair in place, matching socks. Their mum & dad walk meet them at the bus. Meanwhile mama, you’re doing everything you can just to keep us all together. 🤣 Truer words have never been spoken. But look at me nailing silly socks day today! Remembered the gold coin donation too. Bringing it home in the dying days of term 1. Better late than never. Nb - the dog is not allowed on the bed. 🙄
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