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Warners Bay Foreshore morning sunrise
From a morning walk at Warners Bay Foreshore this week.

That sinking feeling when your card is rejected at the supermarket.

Because you have the money, but not on you. Not in that account.

You call your partner to transfer it across. No answer.

Take a few items off to get closer because you think you have roughly $12 in there.

Rejected again.

Breathe. Stop shaking.

He calls you back, you had ten. Puts money in.

You walk away with the groceries.

And breathe.

What’s the worst that could happen?

People could look, could judge.

Or they might not, and you just have to come back later.

It’s not the end of the world. Is it?

Pay more attention next time.

And breathe.

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- Peppermint tea
- Hugs
- Hot showers
- Brisk walks
- Gentle touch
- Hair stroking
- Hair brushing
- Squeezing tight

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I’m on fire

April 28, 2012 · 5 comments

Fire
By ltinner

So.

Rish has brought me to the Anthony Robbins seminar this weekend in Sydney.

And day one brought tears.

Panic.

Freaking out because I “knew” I couldn’t get through the day.

Crying in the laughter exercise???

Hugs with new people.

Pairing up with a woman who closed down when in front of the camera.

Because she wasn’t ready to share her story with 4000 people.

We egged each other on though. I don’t think either of us could let the other NOT go through with it. Not after all that.

And did the fire walk!

Yeah, I know!

It was kinda inevitable once she and I got dragged through the crowd to go in the line Tony was egging on. Only so much you can’t do once you’re up in front of the coals with him yelling in your ear.

Or knowing that you convinced one new friend to go, and she you, so you’d better freaking do it.

I did it.

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One of those days, where I’ve woken up ratty, ready to pick a fight, to find something to get upset over.

One where I read between the lines.

One where my mind reading skills are at their best and their worst.

One of those days where a soothing hug just doesn’t soothe.

Where it’s the giggle of a small child that I need.

Or a bright pink flower as I pass your garden.

I found these tomatoes growing up the back corner of my parents new place.

Grown from the compost. Out of rubbish.

Picked them.

Tasted them.

And smiled.

Little balls of smiling.

From table scraps.

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Making a tough call

April 25, 2012 · 2 comments

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Back in Newcastle for a while, to regroup, get things in perspective, look after myself, and play with some adorable little people.

Ezri and Liam

It could be worse!

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The Perfect Fit

April 23, 2012 · 0 comments

Perfect Fit

i could make a dress
a robe fit for a prince
i could clothe a continent
but i can’t sew a stitch

i can paint my face
and stand very very still
its not very practical
but it still pays the bills

i can’t change my name
but i could be your type
i can dance and win at games
like backgammon and life

i used to be the smart one
sharp as a tack
funny how that skipping years ahead
has held me back

i used to be the bright one
top in my class
funny what they give you when you
just learn how to ask

i can write a song
but i cant sing in key
i can play piano
but i never learned to read

i can’t trap a mouse
but i can pet a cat
no i’m really serious!
i’m really very good at that

i can’t fix a car
but i can fix a flat
i could fix alot of things
but i’d rather not get into that

i used to be the bright one
smart as a whip
funny how you slip so far when
teachers dont keep track of it

i used to be the tight one
the perfect fit
funny how those compliments can
make you feel so full of it

i can shuffle cut and deal
but i can’t draw a hand
i can’t draw a lot of things
i hope you understand
i’m not exceptionally shy
but i’ve never had a man
that i could look straight in the eye
and tell my secret plans

i can take a vow
and i can wear a ring
and i can make you promises but
they won’t mean a thing

can’t you do it for me, i’ll pay you well
fuck i’ll pay you anything if you could end this

can’t you just fix it for me, it’s gone berserk…
fuck i’ll give you anything if
you can make the damn thing work

can’t you just fix it for me, ill pay you well,
fuck ill pay you anything
if you can end this
hello, i love you will you tell me your name?
hello, i’m good for nothing – will you love me just the same?

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Lots of long, head-clearing walks.

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Taking in the natural things around me.

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The colours.

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The perfumes.

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The little insects.

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They make me smile.

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And breathe a little easier.

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Some Beautiful Words

April 2, 2012 · 6 comments

Some photos from the conference

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A perfect Hallmark card that made me smile looking back at it right now. Sorry things suck right now.

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Love you, Lisa aka Madam Bipolar.

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A big weekend. I learned some things. That I love some of my blogging people to bits. That I shouldn’t be in a room of overly emotional posts and stories being read out. That I want to use my blogging for some sort of good. That a roomful of bloggers is a room full of anxiety ;)

That I need to slow down.

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Rest and Relax

April 2, 2012 · 0 comments

Spending a few weeks, away, resting, relaxing, and taking care of myself.

Bonus – I get to play with my trains!

Week 479:

  1. Whispering :: Jack
  2. Braided :: hair
  3. Ruin :: Pompeii
  4. Parasite :: Bug
  5. Mineral :: water
  6. Engines :: trains
  7. Buddy :: Jesus
  8. Tic :: Tock
  9. Small :: Fry
  10. Tackled :: Tub Thumpin’

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Daisy

I read a lot of blogs.

Some are gorgeously superficial. Pretty, sparkly nail polish, or cupcakes that, while I can’t eat them, look awesome.

Others are deep.

Discussion of emotions, physical and mental pain.

And while I love those people.

I just sometimes can’t read that stuff.

For my own sake.

So I step back. And stick with the pretty flowers for a while.

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Cuddles keep me sane.

(tshirt from Mushycat)

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So, I quit my job

February 7, 2012 · 7 comments

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Last day today, lunch and handovers, a long day, but I needed to bring this stage to an end.

I don’t yet know the next step. Sleep, relax, take care of myself for a change.

Then get back into it. Fresh again.

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