Above are parts of the two Testimonials I received.
I am smiling.
Below is the link to view, if you wish 🙂
http://www.jennyfuneralcelebrant.com.au
PS: I would like to thank Shaun from http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com who helped me sort out this post from the original website – so thank you Shaun 🙂
PPS: Yes the photo does look familiar doesn’t it.
4 days away from the computer – our little vacation.
How did we spend our 4 days away? Our destination unbeknown to me was Warrnambool.
http://www.visitmelbourne.com/Regions/Great-Ocean-Road/Destinations/Warrnambool
Just under a 4 hour drive from where we live. Mr. S bless his cotton socks had arranged this vacation. Instead of booking straight into the Motel, we drove towards the beach for me to smile very widely (after waking up from my sleep that is) and gasped at the sign – Horseriding – down the beach. Now Mr. S has only ridden once before and knows how much I love riding and hadn’t been for a while…so *hugs & kudos* to my man for arranging this added surprise for me.
The horses look a little stumpy..bad angled photo. Don’t we look stunning in our helmets?? Mr. S does not like photos of himself – hence the forced smile! Oh and it was cold!
We visited a replication of an old town that existed in the 1800’s. This area was also where the ship the Loch Ard sadly ended it’s voyage from England in 1878 http://home.vicnet.net.au/~prace/beach/locha.htm
Replica of a school room in the early 1800’s.
Teachers Rules
Newspaper clippings in the ‘Pub’…
Old books in the Library
The clothes….
The bedroom
Baaaaaa
Squeeee!
An original grave – yes I love walking around cemeteries.
We stopped to admire the views
On the way to Port Fairy
Yes – I have only played golf 3 times, hence the way I am holding the club…
and as Mr. S was kind enough to go horse riding with me I did the following –
and what did I buy on the way home for winter comfort? None other than the iconic Australian Ugg slipper.
Half of what I had written vanished…but instead of writing it all again, believe me that we had a wonderful time…just a few days is all that is required, for friendships to be solidified, for laughter to abound and relaxation to pass through one’s body…yes and work tomorrow… 😦
The view from our Deck
Rosellas feeding
Last weekend we went to Echuca it’s a 3 hour drive from
Melbourne just near the border of N.S.W. (New South Wales).
I wrote a bit in my journal it went like this…
Sitting next to the pool at the Motel on a blanket on the grass, sipping a red wine and writing- does it get any better?
The sun is shining, a simply glorious day 27 deg C. After an exhausting day at work (Friday 9th) and not feeling too well due to a sore throat bug thing we set off for the drive north to Echuca Moama. Within 30 minutes I was pushing out zzzz’s and woke an hour before we arrived.
The paddocks stretched far and wide either side of the highway as far as they eye could see..that in itself was relaxing.
I saw a herd of sheep to my right, on top of one of the sheep’s heads sat a bird. The sheep was holding his head up to try and see what it was…I’m sorry I laughed it was funny.
We arrived at the Motel, packed away our belongings (I pack for 2 weeks when we go for 2 days), we then went out to a Pub then back to the Motel for some more zzzz’s.
Didn’t sleep that well, perhaps strange bed, perhaps niggly throat thingy and awoke at 6.16am…yay holiday!
We then drove to the designated meeting spot (after a bacon and egg McMuffin for breakfast) well we WERE on holidays 🙂 to begin our kayaking adventure down the Murray River (see top pic), 12 kilometers and 2 hours later we arrived back at our starting spot, with sore arms and back from row row rowing that boat …sorry Kayak.
Courtesy Google & Flickriver.com
The Murray in Echuca is renowned for it’s old Paddle Steamers as a Tourist attraction. We didn’t hop on board me hearty’s as we were hungry so off we went to a Pub for lunch in the town sitting in the sunshine, eating a prawn caesar salad (which was utterly delightful) and sipping a Sauvignon Blanc (Mr S had a slice of home made egg, bacon & spinach pie and a beer) and watching the old coach and Clydesdale horse pull around the tourists and generally people watch.
Courtesy Google and Dept of Victoria
Courtesy Houseofhumble and Google
It was only Friday night, Saturday and Sunday but it felt so much longer.
The different state of mind you are able to achieve when you are on holidays…how grand is it… many more weekends with my gorgeous Mr. S will be planned I am sure.
Yes writers the stamp of approval that we have been acknowledged, someone who doesn’t know us from a bar of soap appreciates our work and likes what we have written. With manuscripts I have forwarded, my letterbox strolls (to find acceptance) have come to nought.
I was mowing the lawns this afternoon (l know you wont find that mind-boggling) & I wanted to write, I moved onto weeding, I still wanted to write. Started to replant a gardenia bush, still wanted to write. It ‘the writing obsession’ wouldn’t leave me alone. In fact it hasn’t for some weeks now. It’s a calling, something unknown with long arms & sinewy fingers that grab hold of me & lure me into the study to turn on my Mac & say, “Now write”. (Maybe not long arms and sinewy fingers, perhaps a bit of over-kill there, but then that’s the writer in me). I try to resist (as I really wanted to get the gardenia bush planted whilst we are in Autumn) but it was no use denying it any further. So I sat at my desk and stared at the blank document page and prayed for inspiration (not literally).
Perhaps I should write just about me, my thoughts (I can see you all cringing, please don’t it shouldn’t be that bad). Would anyone be interested in reading my dribble or would they find it amusing? Thought provoking? Would they relate to what I have written and me?
Who knows, I can’t be the judge only the person who is reading this can be. I know when I have read a book & if the author’s style is down to earth and open, I relate to it, it draws me in even further.
I simply like that style of writing. Writing does require talent, imagination and creativity. Can we say that because l am an ‘unknown’ (apart from to my friends and family of course) that people wouldn’t enjoy or want to read what l have written? This is the uncertainty.
It’s all getting a tad in depth now isn’t it? Maybe I should refrain from over analysing and just do what I came in here to do and write. Sometimes I shall do that, I have the intention of writing something light hearted & before I know it the million words that consume my head space want to say something deep and meaningful…let’s see where it ends…
Ramblings From A Mum 