We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
[Marianne Williamson]

Sunday, December 01, 2013


In a basket ringed with pine, five beeswax candles exhale honey-scented prayers, awaiting the light.

Our Advent wreath. LOVE LOVE LOVE the beeswax candles (the little angel is beeswax too).
Good value - this is their third advent season (although we do get Jesus a new birthday candle each year.)

This is the whole Advent set-up. Wreath (and snuffer), magnetic advent calendar
(with all the nativity figures in the little cupboards, to be added one by one) and at the back, our Jesse tree
(you can just see the earth hanging there for Creation, in front of Jack and his beanstalk on the curtain -
the boys will colour in a symbol every day and add it to the tree).

Friday, August 24, 2012

In lieu of sleep

Reading Tolstoy at 2am. In the midst of battle, a long loud rumble of thunder fires the artillery to life. I rescue damp washing lit by lightning flash.

Honey stirs. I snuggle. Rain streams down as she feeds. The boys dream on, warm and undisturbed.

Friday, January 28, 2011


An improbable flash of purple on green - a kingfisher darts to the dam.

Thursday, January 27, 2011


UV so strong that even the sunflowers turn their faces away.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The HOTTEST day of the year

Frozen raspberries melt to a mouthful of sweetness and seeds.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Parked in the sun

Air radiates from the dash, too hot to breathe. I drive with only my fingernails touching the wheel.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Court House

Old wood, dust and leather combine with the musty scent of ancient paper.