Sundays are usually a slow day for everyone, right? A day to reflect, refresh and rewind after the week. Long lazy breakfasts, multiple cups of foamy coffee, cartoons on the TV, laundry hung up to dry and rays of sunlight highlighting dust particles in the air. Coffee stains the edge of my cup and acoustic … Continue reading Sundays
Oh hey! It feels like eternity since I was here but considering how quickly February went by, it’s almost like I was here with you yesterday. Our little plastic village hidden away in the sticks, way out in the countryside, has been iced with a good blanket of snow. It’s dry powdery snow that doesn’t … Continue reading A Snow Day
I started the year with a clear head and strong intentions. I had resolutions to live slowly, simply and to refocus my attention on work and being the best mama for Arlo. I had everything in line and ordered in the my head. I had my camera in one hand and my diary in the … Continue reading I Have Lost My Voice
The art of ‘slow living’ isn’t just about linen aprons and baking on an old wooden table, covered in flour. It’s finding the beauty in those little moments, it’s finding time to pause, it’s not mentally cleaning up mess whilst you make it. For me, it’s putting life into perspective.
Who says we have to be busy, who says we have to be busy all of the time? Why do we need to be busy? Why can’t we go about our days at our own pace? When did it become ‘lazy’ to do that? Taking a second to breathe in that gorgeous aroma, taking one more look at that beautiful bird dancing in the air or just sitting down for a minute.
It’s Autumn, it’s October, one of my favourite months of the year. It’s always been a lucky one for me. I’m soaking up all the goodness of mustard coloured jumpers and fall leaves. It’s finally the start of the festivities.
At the end of this month Autumn will officially start, but you can already feel the seasons turning. The air is cold and the light is more subdued. I’ve already got my wooly jumpers out and Arlo is dressed in knitted cardigans and leggings.
It’s another grey day. The clouds have swarmed the sky and the air is sticky, like a storm is looming, but it hasn’t actually struck our little village yet. It has been like this all week so far.