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Is there enough heartache and injustice to focus o

Is there enough heartache and injustice to focus on in our world and individual communities? Yes.

Are there good reasons for these issues to consume our attention? Yes.

But do we also need beauty, delight, and reminders of innocence? Also yes.

A new season (I hope? I think?) of Bluey started today, and my kids insisted on watching at 8am before we drove to school.

I joined them. Because this show is an utter delight. Because it reminds me of goodness. Because it is pure and true and beautiful.

I know you are involved in the hard things in your life, family, and community. And I’m so glad you are. We can’t look away from the ways we fail each other.

But to be able to move through the world as a person of peace, we will need to be fueled by delight and goodness.

Here’s to finding the beautiful things in unexpected places.
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#thelifechangingmagicofgrowingup #bluey #beautywillsavetheworld #wellwateredwomen #soulscripts

Time to let you in on a little secret. I’m 22 we

Time to let you in on a little secret. I’m 22 weeks pregnant with a baby boy.

What even is happening.

I have no idea, but here I am, in a 2021 that’s been mostly in the realm of unexpected.

#thelifechangingmagicofgrowingup

Photo 1: sugar snap peas just sprouting Photo 2:

Photo 1: sugar snap peas just sprouting

Photo 2: sugar snap peas today

Photo 3: compost

Here’s one of my gardening discoveries: Soil quality is a big deal, and the best soil is compost.

We take our vegetable scraps and put it in a proper place outside. Mixed with newspaper, dried leaves, some water, and time, what was waste will turn into something magical.

Dark, rich, porous soil, the kind that will feed the seeds of the future.

Death becomes life.

I think there’s more here. How many of us look at our lives and see the garbage, the kitchen scraps, the events we think belong in a garbage bag. How many of us look at our lives and see only the dead things? Relationships, dreams, people.

We love to carry these dead things around with us. We put it in our bags, drive around with it in the car, and decorate the mantle with it.

But dead things need to go to a proper place.
They need a burial. They need time.

And in the mysterious way of seconds and weeks and seasons, time and a dark place will turn the dead into the soil that will feed the seeds of your future.

Friends, maybe it’s time to take the dead matter out of your house. Is it time for a funeral? Is it time to walk away and trust the work of time?
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#thelifechangingmagicofgrowingup #thebettermetaphorsproject #gardeningaustralia #gardenlife #soulscripts

Alright how tired are the Melbourne people of lock

Alright how tired are the Melbourne people of lockdown?

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I realized today that I’m desperately in need of a celebration. A break out of the everyday. A reason to party.

Anyone else with me?

It’s even hard to muster the energy for this when it feels like everything else requires energy I don’t have, but I think it’s time for some celebrations.

What could we do to break out of the mundane for an hour? An evening? A weekend? What could we do that will give energy back instead of depleting it?

Privilege tells me it needs to be brunch at a good cafe (I LIVE IN MELBOURNE, PEOPLE) or a weekend away at the beach, but I wonder if mourning the absence of these luxuries keeps us from seeing what we could be doing instead.

Maybe it’s a backyard picnic or candles at the dinner table (with $5 dominos pizza). Kettle corn and a movie night in the middle of the week. Getting excited about Christmas (seriously, this is me right now). A fun playlist played at the same time daily.

I have no idea what’ll work for you. But I know I need to know there’s something worth getting excited about right now.

Because there is. I’m alive. I’m still here. We are surviving an insane year-and-half. There is so much to be grateful for.

Some of us are on the slow road. Five years ago I

Some of us are on the slow road.

Five years ago I flew to Alaska for a writing retreat hosted by @leslie.leyland.fields who is easily one of the best writing teachers I’ve ever had.

Before I went, I told my husband, “I’m afraid that if I go, writing is serious now. I will have to have something to show for it.”

I think about that today and look back over the intervening five years, and I wonder.

Do I have something to show for it?

I don’t have an answer here, but I know I’m not the only one who combs their life looking for evidence of success.

Some of us take the slow road. It’s takes longer. It is hard. And it is a struggle to believe that time is on our side. If that’s you today, I want you to know that you’re not alone.

The slow road life requires a steady diet of hope, and the belief that nothing in our lives in wasted. May you find comfort in that truth today.

#thelifechangingmagicofgrowingup #alaska #amwriting #writinglife #nothingiswasted

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