Born into the water it has become her element. Despite our unusually mild summer she takes every opportunity available to cool off, to splashing around with a confidence in the water that I don't have.
I had a lovely time yesterday afternoon gathering, wrapping and delivering the first batch of my Image of the Month to the post office to wing their way to their new homes. It is truly a privilege to send my work out into the world and other people's homes and I can only hope that opening their packages brings them as much delight as wrapping them has for me.
When Rosie Batty was announced Australian of the year a plethora of opinions emerged, some of them stupid, some of them grateful for the hard heartrending work this woman has pushed through her grief to do and some that at first I had some sympathy for.
You see I've seen a crop of written pieces on how people *almost* spoke up, or how they feel guilty for not doing anything. As I said at first I felt sympathetic, these are intelligent people that I respect who felt powerless, afraid and now remorseful. I know powerlessness, I know fear but not the remorse of not standing up.
Tuesday morning miss Eve was ready and raring to go. We had plans to drive to Monash Park and meet one of my most special friends who lives far too far away, and play for the day. Unfortunately, life happened and plans had to be cancelled at the last minute which led to sobbing and rolling around on the floor, not by me surprisingly!
Coincidentally, or not, depending on how you feel about coincidence, I've been reading Daring Greatly by Brene Brown, with it's focus on vulnerability and its impact on our ability to live wholehearted lives.
Sunday night's early turn-in time for the littlest Wolff meant a little time on my hands to tidy. My desk had become a depressing mess of paper towers, junk and dust. Worse still being in the corner of the bedroom meant seeing the mess even when I wasn't working.