Thankfully this reprieve from busy has come at the perfect time – school holidays, Easter, the onset of true autumn (measured by the temperature and the trees, not the calendar). We’ve been playing at the beach where the water is still warm and visiting the library because my income can’t cover Che’s appetite for books. Simple pleasures.
On these slow days there is talk of change and work and adventure; possibilities that lay ahead and beg for attention and discussion. It’s easy to become overwhelmed by such talk but I know that’s neither helpful or enjoyable. Instead I’m happy to be here, now – the opportunity to drink coffee and write this post, autumn sun catching wilted freesias on the table, talk of a beach visit come midday, a yoga class this evening; my body needs to stretch and bend.
I’m relishing the slow yet I’m mindful of the fact that I’m on the cusp of a really busy few weeks. Thankfully they involve a few days in Melbourne with my love. He asked me what my plans were for our trip and I said: “Drink coffee, wander laneways, take photos, read books”. The last time we were in Melbourne we had a four-year-old and a baby in a pram – not ideal for those tiny little cafes and my moseying ways. I can’t wait to don layers and boots and walk the lanes without a particular destination in mind. It’s an apt intention considering our life is taking much the same path: we’ll enjoy today because tomorrow we may be wandering, our destination unknown.