This is one of my biggest struggles of motherhood- the bittersweet nature of time. The holding of precious memories, balanced with the constant process of letting go.
I remember the advice of the well meaning elderly lady as I juggled a squirming babe in the supermarket queue: ‘make the most of it. It goes so fast.’ Read More
I’ve been invited into the most intimate spaces in their family lives and have witnessed the myriad of beautiful ways that they show up wholeheartedly for their partners and their children, and always with so much love. This is a celebration of those men. Read More
We followed our hearts to the sea that day and let the wind carry us along and wake us up in the way that only windy beach can. The waves when they broke were the colour of thousand year tumbled sea glass and the light made the world look like a painting. Read More
Isn't that what this chapter is all about? It’s relentless and non stop and magical. It’s resting into each others arms for those brief and precious moments while your babe is content and absorbed then jumping to your feet the next minute to avert her from falling, or tripping or eating all the stones. This season is cold cups of tea and half finished conversations. It’s watching in awe and wander as they find their feet and find their way in the world whilst being right there for them when they need you again, returning to your arms and your skin, your kisses and your heartbeat. It’s constantly adjusting and finding the balance between space and safety, between boundaries and connection. It’s going on big adventures then coming right back for milk and cuddles. Read More
Saturday mornings are special. During the week our energies and attention can be pulled in so many different directions, with work commitments and the daily chores and tasks of family life. So when the weekend comes around, it’s time to take it slow and really be together. On this morning in September, the light was gentle and golden and perfect for a slow walk and fruit picking in their favourite park. Read More
I often saw my mum's body when I was growing up. I think she's beautiful. She has a beautiful body. Read More
He floated in the space around me for a long time before he came.
I day dreamed of him. A quiet and secret knowing. A whisper on the breeze.
As sure as breathing in and then out again, waiting for the right time.
He felt like peace. Read More
At 30 hours old, naturally this brand new little being didn't want to move from his mum's warm chest.
"I'm right here. It's ok baby, I'm right here." Read More
Occasionally I make a quiet suggestion but mostly I just let it happen and enjoy observing this moment of love, intimacy and joy as they sit and marvel at her loveliness. Her tiny details. Her funny grunty noises and snuffles. And they mutter softly to her in their Spanish tongue. Read More