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one hundred and fifty nine

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Today I met my latest inspiration. I am grateful I went along to Marieke Hardy’s talk as part of The Noosa Longweekend Festival. She is controversial, witty, insightful, sharp, honest, political, vulnerable. She is an author, an actress, a blogger, a contributor to frankie magazine and The Age, a scriptwriter and often seen on ABC. When asked what she believes she is best at she replied ‘at telling the truth’. Even though sometimes her family wish she wouldn’t. No prizes for guessing why I found her inspiring.

one hundred and fifty eight

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Seeing Kate wearing the jersey (or jumper) my ouma, her great granny, had crocheted for me when I was about her age was just wonderful. I loved that jersey and I’m so grateful Kate loves its now indie vintagey vibe. I’m especially grateful that the trendy sales assistant at Alterior Motif, one of Kates favourite stores, loved it too. My ouma would be thrilled.

one hundred and fifty seven

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I suspect it might be because I’m the giver of nightly fresh food but whatever the reason little Jayde seems to have developed a soft spot for me. She’s always up for a little cuddle, her favourite spot in the evening being on the couch behind my head, often snuggling under my hair. She seems to feel secure there. I’m grateful for the love of a sweet little creature. Whatever the reason.

one hundred and fifty six

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I washed today and ironed today and washed some more and ironed some more. I am grateful B is home with a bag full of washing. I am. Really I am. But I hate ironing. And no, I simply cannot find my meditative ironing bliss.  But I am grateful for the little chuckle at my life. At change. At choice. I am grateful for my newfound humility and my silly pride at a job well done.  But I still hate ironing. And I still don’t do windows.

one hundred and fifty five

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I am grateful B remembered it was our anniversary today before I did.  I suspect I would have been less than gracious had it been the other way around.  I am also grateful for the fortuitous timing of his return. Despite me forgetting (momentarily(!)) the day we got married 18 years ago, I suspect I would have been less than gracious had he not been home to celebrate. I am especially grateful for the magnificent day we were blessed with today. It has been a very good day.

one hundred and fifty three

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I am grateful for books. For new books, for secondhand books and for rare books. For fiction and non-fiction. For coffee table and for bedside. I love all books. Except e-books. I am grateful I have a love for books and for reading. I love that my girls do too. I am especially grateful for the morning spent browsing in Berkelouw books. A new thing for our family to do together. After breakfast out of course.

one hundred and fifty two

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I am grateful for a warm cheek nuzzle. Not sure if nuzzle’s a word or if it captures that moment every morning when I wake Jem with a kiss, squishing my lips and face into her warm from sleep cheek, inhaling her smell. A cheek nuzzle. It is the best time of the day for me, and I am very grateful I get to do it every morning. And that I get a nuzzle back. Kate gets a cheek nuzzle too, and a chuckle cos she really doesn’t like it anymore, now she’s a teenager and hates anybody who deigns to wake her. So I am so very grateful for the cheek nuzzle with Jem moment. Long may it last.

one hundred and fifty one

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It’s clearly too early for the benefits of my green juice a day to kick in. My energy levels are a bit low. So I cut my morning run aka shuffle short and sat with my coffee and watched the ocean whilst I waited for my friends. I am grateful for that moment of solitude, that moment of stillness, but mostly for the feel of the beautiful winter sun on my upturned face. Pure bliss.