Add a touch of color into your travel itinerary. Some of my favorite destinations and photos
In the beginning the path is smooth
Unencumbered, no burden
Heart and words gave only truth
Time moves on
I beg it slow
Thy wrinkles show
Now tired and worn
The road gets bumpier
We gaze forlorn
The trail walked
cracks were showing
The lights were on
Highlighting the path of knowing
parts were broken
Life is an lesson
Learn and live
Leave no words unspoken
Regretting everything she’d done in the past five hours, she said “Can I have a word with you?”
His eyes looked deep into hers, she could see the desire, sense the desire, smell it even. Like a snap shot, this is a picture that would remain in her memory, always. She had to turn away as she spoke her next words.
“I’ve never done anything like this before”
12 hours earlier, arriving at the ballet to meet her best friend, they were to see Giselle. Sipping a Dom Perignon at the bar as she waited, looking around the crowded foyer, she found herself staring into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. So dark, it was like staring into the darkest night, dreamy, she was losing herself in this split second.
She felt goosebumps tingle all over her body, he was moving towards her. “Hello” he spoke softly , but there was something urgent in his tone. They were entranced in each other.
The stentorian voice over the loud speaker “the show will begin in 15 minutes, please take your seats”
Caught in the moment, did they hear the announcement?
She knew deepdown where this is leading. Thoughts raced through her head, should I? I don’t want this night to end. Will it? I feel like I’m going to faint, where is my friend? is anybody watching? My husband? Decisions
Together they found a quiet corner table in a dimly lit bar, captivated in each other, they talked, they flirted, the intrigue, the want growing by the hour, unable to end this, they walked the block to the neatest hotel. Neither caring who saw them. Shivering as she walked, was she cold or excited. He wrapped his strong arms around her.
She waited by the elevator, she observed, memorized every inch of him as he neared her, key in hand, room 2121. His hand brushed past her breast as he pressed the button
She knew at the moment she was lost. Passions ignited.
12 hours later. What would she tell her husband. She left the room without looking back. She knew deep down if she did…..
Hiding from view in the dark lane way, he called her. The other end was answered by a woman, rather gruffly. “Hello”.
Well If she was expecting me, she certainly didn’t act like it, he thought a little displeased with her. After all he’d done for her.
“I’ve been waiting for an hour, where are you” he asked impatiently. ” I’m coming, I’m coming. Just hold your horses” she barked back at him.
A tad annoyed, he hid in the protection of darkness and waited for his pick up vehicle, he didn’t want any of his gang to see him.
Someone was watching though. The watcher examined what, to him, looked a seedy scene. Peering through his tightly closed shutters from his first floor apartment, he watched. He watched everything.
Looming in the shadows, the large man dressed in a overcoat and hat, did looked suspect. What was he hiding? Sitting on the ground hidden behind his heftiness, was what looked like, a sack. Could there be a dead body in it?
The watcher contemplating what he should do next, was convinced something sinister had occurred that evening right across the road from his little apartment. He fiddled with his phone deciding whether to call the police or not. He didn’t want to overrate the situation. But, the bulkiness of that sack left him concerned, he was certain there was a body in that slumped looking sack.
000 he tapped on his iPhone.
“Police.. how can I help?” was the response.
I think a murder has taken place in the laneway across the road from my apartment. There is shady looking man hiding there with a large sack. I think there is a body in it. Hurry, please hurry.
The man in the laneway sees headlights approaching. Finally he thinks to himself. He grabs his sack and drags it towards the approaching lights. The car slows. At the same time red and blue lights arrive flashing, screeching to a halt beside the man and his pick-up vehicle.
The police get out the car and advance quickly “what’s in the bag” they ask? Before the man even had a chance to answer, One of the policeman grabbed the sack. “ why is this so heavy?”
The driver in the pick up vehicle is confused. She hops out the car? “What have you done now?”she screams to the man?
Darling, there was a sale in your favorite clothing store Jigsaw. You said you needed new tops. I bought everything in your size.
Never underestimate the lengths a man will go to to make his wife happy.
I am fit, I am strong, my fabulous day job is a “Pilates instructor” and I love it.
Very rarely do I experience muscle soreness from the group classes that I instruct and consequently demonstrate the exercises.
DOMS Have you heard of this? Delayed onset muscle soreness. I very rarely feel muscle soreness. Have I said that already? yes, because it’s true. Except for today, the day after.
We did a lot of hamstrings (back of the thighs) yesterday. My Saturday mornings are very busy and it’s predominantly athletes, runners, swimmers, cyclists, triathletes, I even have some martial art black belts attend weekly. Thus we do very strong sessions and due to the large numbers I run two sessions back to back.
Now to add to this mix, today anyway, occasionally I help out a local catering company.
The events they cater for are amazing and when I say amazing, I mean out of this world amazing. So I get paid to work, (on my feet for a further 6 hours) plus have fun, socialise and save money, due to not spending somewhere else. Win win
So my day started at 7am, Finishing at the studio at 11:15 am I dashed straight over to the festival I was waitressing at. Home at 6pm to cook a roast veggie dish for a dinner party,
With sore feet and an exhausted body, veggies ready, I pulled my tray out the oven. Oh no, my exhausted arms could not hold on, I dropped it all over my new kitchen mat which I bought two days prior. Tears almost welled in my eyes.
I did see the funny side, took a photo and sent it to my dinner party crew. What next, yes okay that’s it, I decided to chop up a watermelon, yes a whole watermelon, popping it on to a plate, I carried out from the kitchen bench to another in preparation for move to the car. Guess what? Yesssss, I did, a whole sweet delicious watermelon smashed all over the floor.
Breadstick yes, what can I do to that? Bite the end off in hunger? Only I know the answer to that one. I say with a wink 😉
Leaving my house, better close the blinds, seriously? they fell down.
Scream 😱 I arrived at my dinner party bottle of red wine and a breadstick. Everyone decided everything comes in threes so my run of bad luck was over. Do you think so?
Get to bed around midnight after a lovely evening and a couple of glasses of my lovely red wine, exhausted, one of my kids is pocket dialing me at 5 am. No no no no this cannot be happening.
I did lay in bed for a little bit longer, of course my bladder wants to throw a spanned in the works, up I go to the toilet, only then I felt the soreness.
Back of my thighs so sore. Anyone who exercises and experiences that day after soreness will know what it’s like to go to the toilet. Sitting down and standing up. Who relates?
A walk, that will loosen me up. Grabbing a coffee to go, I take my three dogs in the car to head to the park. Now I know that’s not ideal to carry your coffee in hand and drive, that statement proved to be correct when a car pulled out in front of me, I slammed on the brake my little foxy terrier Ella went flying, my coffee went flying all over the windscreen and my legs, my American bulldog Gloria’s big boof head ended up between the two front seats.
All 3 of us survived, we continued on our journey. The park was busy, I was walking with a few girls I knew, between us about 10 dogs.
The 3 rescue pups & loves in my life
Our local dog park is amazing it’s full of bush and trees and creeks and with path Full of roots and branches sticking out of the ground so you have to watch your step.
Gloria disappeared, she can’t see very well consequently she she ended up with another group of people. Unaware, she followed them about 300 m in the opposite direction. I took off after her. I ran, I tripped, over a branch, landing hard flat on my face and cracking my rib cage on a large root . Winding myself, gasping for breath, pain on breathing and pride hurt. Oblivious to all the other aches and pain‘s I was going to feel in about two hours time.
I try very hard not to be a victim, however I was feeling a little sorry for myself at this stage. We get home without any further ado, and I make myself a smoothie bowl for my breakfast. Blended fruits topped with muesli and more fruit. Are you thinking what I know happened? Yes I wore it. Off to the shower I went for a cleanup. Take two. I enjoyed my breakfast.
As the day went on I started to look like someone who was about 100 years old. My usual perfect posture slightly bent over, a limp, I couldn’t use my hands, my rib cage hurts, I have a bruised right hand, a swollen middle finger on my left hand, my right knee is bruised and causing a limp. My right big toe is sore.
Can it get any Worse ha ha ha
My puffy swollen exhausted body is looking for a new day. A new weekend in fact.
I the non-victim dreamer, hereby requires a new weekend. Starting afresh where everything will run smoothly and as planned. Money is no object, therefore not requiring her to work a second job. The caterer that she worked for in her parallel life is so amazing that he prepared her roast vegetable dish, freshly sliced watermelon packed into containers and placed in her drivers car to be chauffeured to the dinner party. She arrives home to a clean house, (always) where her three dogs do not play in the dirt resulting in floors that remain clean. (Always) lack of sleep and overwork are no longer a problem, the tired induced clumsiness in no problem.No bruises, no sore limbs, no wounded pride.
I will however accept my sore hamstrings. I know I earned them with a great workout and I will wear that pain with pride. I love a good workout.
Who am I kidding I’m a realist. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday and it will all be but a memory as my new week begins. I wonder what I’ll fall over, drop, smash, spill next weekend. Ahh at least I’m laughing at myself.
Finding your yourself ❤️
She stands behind
she is your ego
As if a dragon, she breathes fire
Swinging her fists
short sharp breaths
she is defiant
Prepared to fight
Prepared to defend
Her furrowed brow
In this instant
stay out of her way
she is righteous
She is unrighteous
she is your anger
she is your darkness
she is fury
She takes a moment
trying to find the softness in her
her tender heart
she takes a breath
her thoughts whisper I need you
she comes when she asks
she will stand with you in a storm
She will shelter you
surround you with her invisible cloak
she will capture your furious pain
She will protect you from wrong
the evil sent by others
she makes you stronger to fight them
she will give you strength to fight for them
She gives you the strength to release what is not for you
she will protect you
and show you how to protect them
she sheathes them, and you, in unconditional love
She is the receiver from above
A source of love and light
She shines bright
she is your essence
she is significant
she is your heart
She is pure love
“When you let go of the belief that you should or need to know who you are, what happens to confusion? Suddenly it is gone. When you fully accept that you don’t know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thought could ever be. Defining yourself through thought is limiting yourself.”
― Eckhart Tolle
Startled she awoke
By the hush of the dark
Her sweet slumber was broke
The moon staining her face
Like a beautiful birth mark
The silver white moon hung
Like a chandelier radiating light
As if magic had entered
On this inky black night
This was her fathers sacred space
He came here to find inspiration
Where sky and leafscape interlace
He would sit in Natures creation
As a child she sat by his side
She stared into his gentle face
Her heart would swell with pride
And overwhelming love
She went to his favourite spot
To connect with him
Hold on, her sorrow forgot
Shine on me father, in my heart you shall never grow dim
She lay down below the moon so divine
The wind so gentle, singing to her
Oh daughter of mine
In her slumber her soul hears the silence stir
Her sad eyes slowly open
She sees his sign
A dream filled sleep joyfully broken
At this moment our two worlds align
Dad is that you
She stares lovingly at wizards hat
Her father the magician showing her that his magic still exists in our world
Again she hears the song
Daughter of mine that he sang for her on her wedding day
I love you dad ❤️
Here is the song he sang to his daughter