...So anyways, yesterday... whilst dallying in Richmond...( yep, was getting my '52 suburbs' on )...Just reading a little book in the sun... A small boy of all of about 5 screams " MUM!, Who is that?"

And it got me thinking. So many new experiences in the past year...from leadership camps, building a play ground for an indigenous reserve, dusting off historical documents in Rabi,  Driving into the back of a fire truck ( sorry Joyce), 10 days in silence ( where i realised I even think in blog entries now)...to completing my degree... and now bopping about a little gluten free cafe, waiting waiting for the next turn of events...
Its sometimes hard to not live in the past ( "I did this") and at the same time the future ( "i'm doing this")... and have thus spent today deciding what i love... right this second.

Because I can. and its fun. And will continue to play play play, all day day day...
Walls of beauty.

A red ceiling. I love having a red ceiling... because its the next best thing to having a blue door.
And its high, and bright and looks beautiful against the white. 

I love staying up all evening in my own company to make beautiful things. Thanks for the doilies Denniliquin!

I Love 1) Sunshine. 2) Breakfast. 3) Shopping at farmers markets for eggs and fennel. and deciding that its a waste to throw out the fennel tops = Fennel tea)

My newest love. Fingers for days.
Yet made even more brilliant by this :

With such classic hits as : Michael Bolton " Can I touch you...There?", Janet Jackson " you want this" and the classic Bryan Adams " have you ever really loved a woman"...

Yawww'll ready for this??

So there you have it. My present living.. things i love entry. For today.. 
Which happens to be Ria's birthday. Hope you are loving which ever part of the world you are in dear girl <3 
Xo. Bp

...and if men should not hear them men are old

"...What was warm, is strangely cold,
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?"

-Sara Henderson Hay

Dearest Angus.
How can my heart be open to the little birds, ( who are the secrets of living)...
If you bring me such gifts?
How can i give you all the cuddles you need, whence you continue to bestow upon me such painful holes to dig.

Ill give you more cuddles. and more food. and... more cuddles.
If you keep these pieces of magic in full flight.

xo
Ps. ( this poem is actually about a cat.. Is called " For a dead kitten"... But the immensity of death in creature so small is beautiful no matter feather fur nor fin. )

There's no place like Home.

They weren't joking about the Ute on a Pole. A national icon... followed only by... 

...Mosiac'ed Ute.
A running theme?

Back from Four days off dallying in the country. Big busses and new friends... Red wine, too much chocolate and SO MUCH MEAT. Goodness. 
Must admit, they didn't really sell me the whole " country lifestyle"....
" What do we do on the weekend? some snags, a case of beer... roll into bed at some ungodly hour...I swear I put on 15kgs when i moved out here".... riiiiggghhhhht. Maybe get some better representatives for your town...?


Factors that would have been music to my ears... community gardens, creative types, yoga, fresh local produce, a tea emporium, local markets and sustainable practices... and then it hit me!
...This is why i moved to Old blue!
And thus, have ventured back to Winmalee with fresh eyes to this lovely part of the world. 


Denniliquin was beautiful. It had brilliant Op Shops and I came home with bags full of florals, heads full of new adventures and hearts full of new friends. 
But the country life for me? Nahhh... Ill stick with higher ground for now. 

Between the chocolate, wine, steak and spice girls... I did actually manage to get some walks in... This was Edwards river, a meander off the Murray River. Breath taking at sundown. 

Xo BP

Goodbye K.wol. Hello Deniliquin.

With just as much kicking and screaming as it took to convince myself to stick to my internship, it took just as much to drag myself away. 
And not too far have I strayed...


With degree complete. Official Casual teacher. 
A week of real work secured for July. 
Real life, big girl.. go to work, work!! 
And the side note to this is:
(and get paid for it)




In love with Langston Hughes right now:
his simple words speak to me, when I'm finally allowed to take a break and stop thinking.

Hand made stamps. A wintery... sitting by the fire type pass time.

"What happens to a dream deferred? 

Does it dry up 
like a raisin in the sun? 
Or fester like a sore-- 
And then run? 
Does it stink like rotten meat? 
Or crust and sugar over-- 
like a syrupy sweet? 

Maybe it just sags 
like a heavy load. 

Or does it explode?" 


Ahhh dreaming. New dreams.
Lets not let our dreams explode... or stink like rotten meat for that matter!


Many new fun stories to share over tea. 
And yet I am off to Deniliquin... the Ute muster capital of Australia! 
Yeps... going to see what rural education is all about. eh, decided a tea cup's gotta go, where a tea cups gotta go...
...
..
.
Bpt

A reminder.

..of beauty, 
whimsy. 
and winter sunshine. 

A mid afternoon walk stumbled upon this delight. 
After a busy week.. was the perfect reminder.. to play. 
xo

Hazelbrook Mural Project.

I've titled it " drinks at the haze"
Remember that fresh blank wall ( no? see holidaze post)
Well.. blank no more!


Hello miss community spirit. Through hectic wind tunnels, coffee needing artists and towering scaffolding... This is what the crew pulled off!

An overview of the history of Hazelbrook. Bush fires juxtaposed with snow. Farms and wildlife.
Michael Lynn, a brilliant artist that taught us the tricks of the trade.
 A sponge on a big stick... under a big bridge. 

Can you feel the community love? 
My initiation into old Blue.
xo bp.

Old Goodbyes. New Hellos.

Today marks a week left of interning.
Just one.
I look back on " arghhh 14 week internship"
Then there was a middle time of "Meh internship". and now..."sooky bye bye internship". 
All this come and go. Rises.. and passes away.


And whilst my bottom lip quivers a little at the thought of leaving this place. There's something that says... "you're not done here yet." And so the goodbyes, they aren't forever. 
Actually.. Ill be back the very next week. 
Korowal Caberet! Come one come all to Caberet Ball.
AND then for a gorgeous mosaic that I'm over seeing. AND for a new reading program for k-6 called Multi Lit.
So really.. Yes internship is finishing. BUT they'd be lucky to get rid of me :) Ill just hang around until they pay me. 


Other fun tidbits include...Night three of home alone. Loving it! Why would i have thought otherwise? Self preservation...Just in case it sucked.
Oh yeah, and you're reading the words of the newest little waitress at Jazz Apple in Glenbrook. 
Home Brewed Chai, gluten free cakes... amazing aprons and general chit chat. How fanciful. Thanks universe. Providing as always.


Hope you're staying warm. 
Bee
Pea
Tea