Growing older does not necessarily mean growing wiser…

I had a lovely birthday on Saturday. I was brought breakfast in bed by the Grumpy Old Man and the boys and received some lovely presents!

Japanese inspired candle holder.

Ishka scarf

This one is pretty self-explanatory!

My mum and s-dad came over in the afternoon and brought with them this balcony herb garden for me! This was very exciting for me because I've been talking about starting a herb garden for years - literally YEARS. I've always been a bit intimidated by gardening though, and going into gardening places and selecting soils and plants and pots and so on. According to the labels on the plants I have (from left to right) coriander, oregano, and parsley. I think the oregano taste like mint though.

Check out the look of consternation! Gardening is serious, you know!

While I had the soil available I decided to repot the poor little piece of aloe vera that has been languishing in a bowl of water in the laundry for the past 18 months - and that is not to say it was constantly in water, I watered it twice and let the water dry out completely twice - and there wasn't even any soil around the root. I'm amazed the aloe vera didn't die - those plants are extremely hardy!

Yesterday I went to a friend's baby-shower-cum-blessingway. We all had a lovely BBQ picnic in a park and I managed to get myself absolutely scorched! This was a fail on an epic scale! I didn't sleep very well last night and have been very sore all day despite slathering my skin in aloe and hydrating lotion…

Wisdom is not a given as you grow older, that's for sure!

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12 Things Happy People Do Differently - a self-reflection...

A few days ago a Facebook friend posted the above poster on her wall. I believe she got these points from this blog which she enjoys reading, and the bloggers on the Marc and Angel Hack Life blog derived their discussion of these points from this book, available on Amazon - you're welcome! I have to admit, I haven't read the blog or the book I've just mentioned but wanted my readers to have access to the sources of the poster for their own reflective purposes.
The New Year will be upon us in but a few days and I thought this a great opportunity to do a little personal assessment on how I'm playing the happy game. I'm often not very happy at all - I don't need to be happy all the time, let me just say that up front - I personally believe that life is a balancing act and those who seek euphoria often will also often feel desolation because in all things there must be balance. The great riches of the few on this planet come at the personal cost of the many as is …

The symbolism of elephants...

Just recently I've been seeing and noticing elephants everywhere!

A few weeks ago I saw the Samsung Elephant Ad, and watching that led me to watching a video with an elephant painting (seriously, you have to watch it to believe it!).

Then last night the boys told me they were having a free dress day at school to raise money for 'Mali the Elephant' - who turned out to be a paper maché statue which the children will paint and then show around the council before it comes back to the school to stand outside the performing arts room.

Then this morning I followed a link from Twitter to Toushka Lee's blog and read this post about an elephant orphanage in Sri Lanka.

This morning the Grumpy Old Man did another driving test and unfortunately didn't pass. We've booked his next test and are looking forward to that now. About ten minutes before he walked in the door I saw this poster on Facebook...

At the time, I didn't know if the Grumpy Old Man had been successful or …

Alone... And Stuff...

Do you ever just need to be alone?

As the boys are growing up, we have more times when the house is quiet. The youngest will be asleep. One will be reading, one will be playing on his computer with headphones on, one will be painting and there is stillness.

Sometimes, even that is not enough.

Sometimes I crave being alone, with no possibility of someone suddenly realising they have to tell me something important or ask me a question or even just crash about in the kitchen.

Sometimes I crave S P A C E, lots and lots of space, being able to walk from room to room without encountering another soul.

This is how I felt when I woke up this morning, so instead of getting ready for work, I decided to stay home. Get up, but not go anywhere, no hear the sound of my own voice, or anyone else's.

I think this might just be part of getting older. After a lifetime of chasing after other people and trying not to be alone, my mind and body is full of thoughts, experiences, feelings, and busy-ness …

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