Saturday, April 19, 2014

April Moon 14: Day 5




Today's one word prompt is:

Focus

What feelings does this word evoke? What sorts of memories does it recall? Which of your senses start to tingle? How would you represent what this word means to you?

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Friday, April 18, 2014

April Moon 14: Day 4



Today's one word prompt is:

Sacred

What feelings does this word evoke? What sorts of memories does it recall? Which of your senses start to tingle? How would you represent what this word means to you?

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

April Moon 14: Day 3



Today's one word prompt is:

Home

What feelings does this word evoke? What sorts of memories does it recall? Which of your senses start to tingle? How would you represent what this word means to you?

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

April Moon 14: Day 2



Today's one word prompt is:

Juicy

What feelings does this word evoke? What sorts of memories does it recall? Which of your senses start to tingle? How would you represent what this word means to you?

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

April Moon 14: Day 1


Today's one word prompt is:

Courage

What feelings does this word evoke? What sorts of memories does it recall? Which of your senses start to tingle? How would you represent what this word means to you?

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

April Moon (in all its splendid imperfection)


So you know how I mentioned on Friday how I'd been working on a little something (whose progress was stymied by a power outage)? Well, I can finally share it with you here.

I'm calling it April Moon. It's a reflective writing challenge in the vein of Reverb (and August Moon) and it kicks off in two days' time, on Tuesday 15 April 2014.

You can find everything you need to know HERE.

And why do I mention splendid imperfection?

Because I am not a last minuter and yet here I am, launching two days before starting.

Because my dear friend Cam (aka CurlyPops) is, as I write, battling computer troubles to create her trademark gorgeous blog button designs and it's not yet clear when they will be ready.

Because I have more than a little trepidation contacting people who participated in Reverb13 to let them know I will be using the same email list for April Moon (what if they get put off by the presumption... and the spam?).

Because life with an almost-six-week-old baby is somewhat unpredictable and I am not sure exactly when I am going to have the chance to read/comment on/tweet/retweet everyone's posts, like I usually do.

Because I am also secretly wondering -- as, let's face it, I always do -- whether anyone will actually participate.

But HEY.

When are circumstances every perfect? And if I waited for a time when I felt completely confident in what I was doing, well, I'd likely never start anything at all.

So here it is. I'm offering up a piece of my self to you. It's splendidly imperfect. And I think, regardless of the traffic, I will be very proud of it.

And I really hope I'll see you there, in the light of that moon.


Saturday, April 12, 2014

Letting the light in


Yesterday morning, my husband and I awoke at 6.30am to the sound of "ZZZT ZZZT". We groggily stared in the direction of the noise to witness a blazing light outside our window. And then our power went out.

Turns out, the power line connected to our fuse box had become exposed and it was sending out sparks like fireworks in the pouring rain. Thank goodness we had a safely switch.

I had big plans for yesterday. My daughter was spending the say with my Mother-in-Law. When my baby son napped, I planned to spend the day online, ticking off items from the To Do list, catching up on emails and getting ready for a wee something I am planning to launch here next week.

I also wanted to post some words that had been niggling at me all week. I had a couple of posts pretty much teed up word-for-word in my head. One about how I managed to turn "arsenic hour" into "magic hour" one evening by putting my unsettled baby in a sling and going for a walk around the neighbourhood with my camera. Another about how my son's arrival had multiplied the love in our house, including self-love.

The truth is, none of these words felt right. It had been a tough week, with my baby displaying much more unsettled behaviour than usual and me feeling flat and dispirited. It somehow felt untrue to be waxing lyrical about motherhood when I'd had some less-than-stellar moments and some super-cranky days. Which is partly why I hadn't posted them. (The other reason being, I was knackered and tended to crash out at around 8pm!)

But I planned to unravel all of this yesterday.

And then, it seemed, the universe had other plans.

I won't bore you with the details other than to say that the power was restored at 4.30pm and it was, in the end, a relatively simple fix. None of our food spoiled in the fridge and none of our appliances were damaged in the surge. And, most importantly, nothing caught fire and no one was hurt.

In the meantime, I was not quite sure what to do with myself. Once I convinced the little dude to nap, made the beds, washed the dishes... what were my options? Everything I had planned required electricity. Even my iPhone battery was below 20 per cent.

When my son woke up, I decided to make the best of it. I had a hot shower (thank goodness we have a gas hot water system!) and took us around the corner to our favourite cafe for lunch.

Then, when I got home and he finally settled again, I got out my long-neglected journal. I put a new cartridge in my also-neglected fountain pen. And I wrote. Just spewed out everything that was bugging me. From the power outage, to the frustrations of not being able to settle my baby, to the mean-spirited behaviour of someone in particular, the whole boring whiny lot.

And after the purge, I started to get a sense of when that flat, dispirited feeling started to descend. I wrote some more about that. I realised that a number of small things had seeped in under my skin. I hand' really given any of them much thought as, individually, they didn't seem all that significant. And I was rather hoping I was more robust than that by now.

I also saw how I felt like, after the feeding and the settling and washing and the tending to everyone else's needs, there was very little of me left.

It's funny, isn't it? How little things start to chip away, compounded by disrupted sleep and the constant demands of life with a tiny person. How I think I should be more on top of things than I am, and how that serves to compound the situation.

How it takes a moment of forced self-reflection to see what's actually happening. How robustness is not so much about not letting little things get under your skin but about acknowledging that they do and working out how you're going to deal with it.

It was not the day I had planned. But it ended up being perfect.

By the time my husband and daughter made it home, I'd lit the fire, got a heap of candles ready, was bathing the baby, and had plans to order pizza.

Then the lights came back on.