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Stop! Take a moment and look into the sky. What do you see? Clouds? What shape? Dinosaur? Me too! Now, close your eyes and listen. What do you hear? Wind? (pardon me) Birds? Crickets? Nothing.

It’s important to have a day to potter. The art of pottering has gone out of style and I am suggesting that we bring it back! Remember those sun-drenched days when the kids got muddy in the garden while the parents pottered around them? There is a peacefulness that comes with slowly walking, doing little things and sniffing up the fresh air into one’s nostrils.

I’ve been watching my little girl potter in the garden. She has recently discovered the joy of our swing. Not sure why it has taken her so long but there you have it. She has also befriended a family of ants that live on the footpath in our garden. To them she is their guardian, their provider, their friend. She sits with them, singing her own song, while feeding them a mountain of grass.

I love that she thinks they are super cute. Not too sure if I want her to keep them in the house like she wants to though. When she is on her swing she is truly happy. You can tell by the way she talks to herself and imagines all kinds of crazy things. To her life is simple, fun and interesting. Don’t you miss that?

Adult life is way too serious. I know it has to be that way but I think we can also choose to look up, to walk slower, to take a moment, close our eyes and sniff. As a mum I love learning life lessons by watching my kids. It is fascinating. It’s such an honour to witness the evolution of a person from babyhood to childhood and into those heavy adult years. I only hope I am a good enough guide, teacher, encourager to give them the tools they need for their futures.


Some days I just want pie. Really good pie, like Lemon Meringue or Pumpkin Pie. Something that takes effort and an artistic hand. I just want it to be in my fridge when I open the door.

Some days I want someone to say, “Have the day off”. No need to plan, to nag or to do anything you don’t want to. Just do what you want to; no limits, no judging. Feel free!

Some days I want to be able to run a marathon or jump as high as I used to without my aging bones complaining. And swim around that headland without the fear of sharks and play tennis and boggle and basketball like a pro.

Some days I want to be around fun people. Those who just want to enjoy the day. Good food, good wine, a board game or two. No time constraints, just good old fashion fun.

Some days I just want it to be quiet. So I can hear those birdies sing, the crickets crick and the children sing. I just want a moment to think and oooo to dream again. Remember that? Lying on my rug in the backyard, spending minutes looking up at the clouds and creating stories from their shapes. Dreaming about what I will be when I grow up.

Some days I just want to watch movies. Old, new, retro 80’s crap. The melodrama, the comedy, the clothes. To laugh, cry and indulge in movie-like food and not feel bloated and guilty.

Some days I just want to have money to do with what I want. I want to owe no one anything. I want to design and build my dream home with furnishings that I like, not just ones that I can find here and there for a good price. I want to wear clothes I choose, not just the ones on sale or at the op shop (love you op shop, you know that!)

Some days, some days. I just want to be looked after. Cleaned up after, cooked (gourmet style) for, read to, tucked in. You don’t appreciate it when you’re a kid. But isn’t that the life? Dinner, done. Bath, done. Clothes, there. Education, here you go. Decisions, made. Cuddles, absolutely. Understanding, there. Dreams, encouraged.

Some days…