Really, can you beat having a dance to a bit of reggae in a bush community hall?

Green becomes her

Having rebalanced all of my chakras and meridians with the fresh air of Bellingen, I have returned to the hum drum big bang of the big smoke, ready to see which life lesson crops up next. O so grateful for the lessons. I've said that before. May they be delivered gently enough.

The Zimbabwean has survived the long weekend of my talking, with the help of long sleeps and the Bellingen Youth Hostel... always a lingering stranger for me to have a little chat with. Why do I need to chat so much? Sometimes need, sometimes just enjoy it so much. To be sure, it can be exhausting for me too you know. It's not as easy as I make it look.

Anyway... the soundtrack to our latest roadtrip (ohne kinder!) was like this: Band of Horses (John's new favourite), The Killers, Kings of Leon, Block Party, a bit of Sinead, Coldplay, UB40, and the Pixies. And quite a bit of Eddie Vedder.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32Js2Ef5Ojg&feature=related

O how the little arms around my neck and legs are sweeter after a couple of days of space, and reconnecting with my one true love.

"This monkey's gone to heaven." Yo, sing it to me, Pixies.

musings from holiday location...

Bush walking and skirts. Is a skirt suitable attire for a bushwalk?

Hmmm, yes I do believe so. Especially if long enough to use as a towel, sling, bandage, perhaps even a night-time shelter if you get lost. Perhaps even as practical as a pocket knife!

O how I do like to ponder practicalities of being prepared. I was a good girl guide.

What we found after the road north

Always room for any extra happy camper.

Cozy kiddles in a caravan.

A happy camper (fisher).

A happy Chooch.

Choochie's second mother. The one who can bake his birthday cakes if I'm ever not allowed to attend the party. And a safe harbour for a rest when out on a speed boat.

Some of my favourite holiday things:

• time and space for long walks;
• lots of loved ones for company;
• extra children breakfasting at our table (my all time favourite);
• lazy mornings in a mu-mu;
• barefoot and muddy children looking for yabbies;
  
• communal dinners; communal cups o' tea;
• communal mulberries and ice-cream; communal everything!;
• knowing we can do it all again. And again. And again. We are indeed the lucky ones.

the road north, after the road south

Yippeeee! We're off for a family holiday (with extra family and friends).

Here's hoping that upon my return I'll rediscover my blogging groove, have some fresh piccies for you, and that the Spring weather will return or I'll be spending the whole holi in my wetsuit!

In the meantime, may all prayers and blessings be made for Harry, Jake, Jo and Lyell. Even if you don't know them, send them many loving prayers and blessings.

xx