Saturday, October 30, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Thursday, October 7, 2010

picture fall: day 6: subtleties

                    our one lone chicken ( the other two those puppies got to) has started laying again!    Day 7: After the Fall                                  

And on another note:
Through bleary eyes I'm weaving my way through towers of boxes, odds and ends, 3 baskets of washing and more to come, piles of stuff that emerged form some hidden hole within these four walls. It's starting to feel so real now. The kids are counting down the 'sleeps' until we move in to 'our farm'. Six acres of greenness on the NSW north coast that will soon be ours. ...but for now back to the boxes.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

photo fun

~hidden beauty~

This month I am having some fun with picture fall. I thought I would share it here and perhaps you will join in the fun and add a link to your own blog in the comments.

~morning light~

~comfy place~
~little reminders~
 tomorrows topic: subtleties

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

how the children amuse themselves whilst mama is packing (trying to)

 ~ eldest boy cooking stir-fry for lunch

 ~ capturing and dealing with prisoners

 ~ resting whilst listening to the story of The Littlest mermaid

~ kids packing their trinkets and treasures

~ counting down the days

~ finding old lego  maps and sharing the story

As well as-
getting into the milo tin
taking turns on the iphone playing Doodle Jump
playing animal babies
making cubby houses in mama's room
sadly pulling apart lego creations for transporting
playing hunters and animals
fighting about the rules of hunters and animals
getting hurt whilst playing hunters and animals
watching Ben 10 (Bella's choice)
having 'Zachie time'
engaging mama in intense conversations over differing parenting styles and learning to accept that others do it differently from us

and the day slips away and what is done is done.        

Sunday, October 3, 2010

give us ears

It is a beautiful, overcast & rainy Sunday morning. With fresh made coffee in hand  I close my eyes and still my mind and heart and wait...wait to hear. 
Waiting to hear beyond myself...his whispers.
 He speaks music, beauty, peace...its so simple. Why do I complicate things? Why does it take me so long to sit with him, hear still.

The Din Undoes Us

(written in anticipation of reading 1 Samuel 2-3: [Speak, LORD, for your servant is listening])

Our lives are occupied territory…
occupied by a cacophony of voices,
and the din outdoes us.

In the daytime we have no time to listen,
beset as we are by anxiety and goals
and assignments and work,
and in the night the voices are so confusing
we can hardly sort out what could possibly be your voice
from the voice of our mothers and our fathers
our best friends and our pet projects,
because they all sound so much like you.

We are people over whom that word shema has been written.
We are listeners, but we do not listen well.
So we bid you, by the time the sun goes down today
or by the time the sun comes up tomorrow,
by night or by day,
that you will speak to us in ways that we can hear
out beyond ourselves.

It is your speech to us that carries us where we have never been,
and it is your speech to us that is our only hope.
So give us ears.

~ Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth: Prayers of Walter Brueggemann.


I can see clearly again, I have his song in my heart and I sing. I sing praise for the beauty around me, I sing thanks for the noisemakers- those four that He is using to bring me to my knees; before him, with him, in him. And in that place 'I am carried to the places I have never been', only dreamed of.
Yes, Lord give me ears.