In the dance of seasons, autumn arises as poet’s dream, a painter’s muse. Each leaf, similar to a delicate brushstroke upon nature’s canvas, contributes to the symphony of fleeting moments. Beneath canopies of gold, we stroll, feeling the crispness of the air, mindful that these moments, like grains of sand through our fingers, will soon…
Category: Reflections
Morning Cuppa
There’s something special about those quiet mornings, when it’s just me and my cuppa. As I wrap my hands around the warmth, the steam rising like whispers of comfort, I find solace in the stillness. It’s a time when the world seems to slow down, allowing me to savour the simple pleasures that often go…
The Joy of Writing
In the quiet spaces between breaths, in the stillness of the soul, there exists a flame that flickers and dances—a passion ignited by the mere stroke of a pen upon paper, or the gentle tap of keys beneath fingertips. It is the love of writing, an undying flame that burns brightly in the hearts of…
Untangle Me
The need to get away is not merely a desire for physical distance but a quest for mental respite, a longing to breathe in the fresh air of simplicity and serenity. It is a recognition of the profound importance of finding space — space to rest, space to reflect, space to reconnect with the rhythms…
Good Morning
I long to share this tranquil place with you to articulate the splendour of waking up amidst the countryside. I yearn to convey the delicate melodies of the Australian bush, the fragrance of gardenias mingled with the dampness of morning dew. The serenity of the landscape unfolding outside our bedroom window, accompanied by the jovial…
A Dream
As the warmth of the summer sun enveloped my husband Peter and me in the cosy embrace of our favourite café’s backyard today, we found ourselves immersed in a conversation. Amidst the gentle hum of chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a question lingered in the air, waiting to be acknowledged: What would…
My Pink Ribbon Day
Despite the overwhelming fatigue from tending to my elderly parents in the past weeks, I found myself wide awake in the early morning hours today. Melbourne was lit with flashes of lightning as a rapid rainband swept through, accompanied by sporadic thunderstorms. Attempting to dismiss the vivid flashes behind my curtains, I struggled to return…
True Beauty
During my visit to the hospital to see my mum today, I shared an elevator with an elderly couple. They got off one floor before me. Witnessing the elderly gentleman gently take the lady’s hand and leave the lift together made my world pause. Holding the lift door open a bit longer, I observed the…
Good Morning Twenty Twenty-Four
I find myself waking up, or should I say, grappling to rouse myself into a new year. It’s a struggle between the allure of sweet dreamland, which persistently tugs me back, and the desire to rise and savour the very first chai of twenty twenty-four. Although the temptation to slip back into a deeper sleep…
Bless Your Heart
At the moment, our home is like a linguistic smoothie, blending accents from around the world! You see, our friends from Florida are currently enjoying an extended stay with us throughout the entire month of November. Within the confines of our humble home, there’s not just the delightful blend of Finnish and Australian accents echoing…
Apples of Gold 