Monday 30 April 2012

Sunday splendour: 29 April 2012

Hello you gorgeous souls. Yes, it's 'Sunday splendour' on a Monday again, after another full weekend. I really like starting the week on an 'up' note - how about you? It's just what I need at the moment - some positivity. So, let's get cracking!
*I feasted upon* this little Anzac biscuit, cooked with love by the pixies. They were so taken by the whole affair of baking them for Anzac Day, they want them to become a weekly treat! Anything to encourage certain anonymous people to enjoy making food and eating it, I say!
* I discovered* this delicious blue set of prints at clever Nichole's The Paris Print Shop. There's a Mothers' Day tip for you, Mr PB! What's not to love? 
And to cap it off, I've ordered her breathtakingly beautiful new book, 'Paris in colour' which I'm just aching to receive - found for only $AUD16.32 (including shipping) via my best friend, Booko. If you Australian Planetarians haven't read my post here about the marvels of that website, do yourselves the hugest favour and click here to save a fortune on books. I still love supporting my fabulous local bookshop, Fullers, but enjoy treating myself to a few extras via Booko. You can find Nichole's splendid blog here.
* I enjoyed* finding this divine, Limoges-like cup and saucer at Typo. Isn't it exquisite? And so reasonably priced, too. You can snap one up here. Hmm, Mothers' Day is only *just* around the corner...
* I created* this little beauty for Joshie. I thought you might like to see one of the steps in its creation.
Not to mention the cheeky recipient, larking around with it!
*I read this* thought-provoking and inspiring post by the fantastic Jo Anna Rothman at Kind Over Matter. 
The Road to You
The journey of you may be a long one. It winds and switches back on itself, leaving you unsure of how far along you actually are. It is one that holds the perils of abandoned feelings and lost moments of expression. Dips, plateaus and mountains to climb. Yet, you walk because it is the opportunity to come home to your Self. You are propelled by the calling of love and pleasure and dreams come true. You are inspired by the great joy you feel as you imagine getting closer and closer to the truth. 
This road is a returning to the essence you once knew so clearly...so dearly. It is something that you experienced cosmically. Intimately. Yet it may feel as if you have lost the connection to the wild creator that you are most certainly designed to be. There is a hollowness in your movements and a longing for life to regain that magic glint it held for you some time ago. 
So you search and the path appears. You intend, open your heart space and move forward with an otherworldly courage, previously only known to mystics, children and certain poetic heroines of days gone by. The aurora borealis of connection and meaning lights the way. One foot in front of the other. Off you go. 
You question yourself. The Self. The whole wild world...universe included. You stop seeking what no longer matters. You dive deep into the finding of who lies beneath the myth of skin and personality. On the way, you rediscover what it is you want in this glorious expression of the soul otherwise known as life. There are moments when you think you are lost and curse embarking without a map and compass. And moments where you know that you are living on, in and with purpose like never before. 
The exhaustion sets in. You get tired of trying. Once again, the end turns out to be a mirage out in the never ending distance. It feels as if surrender is the only option. You have walked in hopes of reparation long enough to know that the cracks are simply too plentiful. And fixing them all now seems like a penance for a crime you did not commit. You lay down the hopes and come present. 
What becomes abundantly and suddenly clear is that completion happens in a breath. A choice. An opening of your eyes. There is a knowing that you can never truly leave who you are. You have become a disciple to the loving...following the curve of its energy to ride into the ever lasting ever after. It comes not from a space of brokenness, as any notion of that was a simple misunderstanding. What once appeared as cracks are merely the places where the light of all that is streams through. It has always been a journey of recognition rather than one of seeking that which seemed lost.  
From a new place of being, you make a choice. You walk the road because the movement is what brings you home to you. You walk because path holds the most love. The most joy. The greatest experience of you that could ever be...which was always and forever the point. You are home. In your heart. Without matter or reason. And you continue on the road.
It's long. But's it's one of the most powerful and soul-tugging posts I've ever read. Pure gold.

You can print it out by clicking here - I made you another present.
* I watched* the pride in Joshie's face when the pixies went ten pin bowling and he scored a strike with his first ever bowl! Talk about magical! The sheer delight on his face was just beautiful to behold. And he and India had such a lark. 
Look at them here, beaming from ear to ear. In a fitting finale, their scores were tied. Now they're champing at the bit to return there!

So there you go, Lovelies. Did anything catch your eye? Have you bought Nichole's book as well? Do dive in and share!
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