thankful thursday

like any week, this week has had its good bits and its bad bits; the extra day off work, the day i walked away through fear, the day i wandered around history in the sunshine, the day i was attacked, the day i attacked, the day off from the weekly singing routine, the days free of school traffic in the daily rush hour, the fever that put me to bed as the sun hung its head, the morning in the park with my youngest nephew. i am grateful for it all. this week i am reminded how far i have come and although i may slip and be disappointed with myself, i choose to dust myself off and continue. sometimes battered often bruised but in hopeful confidence i stand willingly open to failure. life is in the living and it is in the mistakes we often glimpse the gold of possibility. 

Emma

saturday with the littlest

Emma

best part of the week

this week my eldest nephew turned four. seeing my sister and her kids get excited about seeing my brother and his kids on his birthday was a highlight. got to love facetime.

Emma

The final day in Hong Kong on a cloudy, misty Friday afternoon we took the Star Ferry across the harbour. It's something I've always wanted to do, and it lived up to expectations.


Jane

earworm

this weeks earworm has weaved it's magic daily over the radio, the brass refrain like bait over the airwaves and i'm hooked. once i found the video, well how can you resist? happy friday everyone.

Emma

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thankful thursday

this week i am thankful to find the funny in the mundane. stuck in rush hour traffic this week i have laughed at the pink flowers growing above the yellow tinged box hedge of a house that has pink and yellow stained glass windows - have they really planted their garden to match the house? a mother and son who i usually see cycling the school run have had a change. this week the mother was cycling with a rope from her bike seat attached to the crossbar of her sons scooter pulling him along. warm mornings have called for rolled down car windows, enabling me to hear the mothers laughter at the sons cries to not cycle so close to the overhanging greenery along the route, complaining he got a mouthful of leaves. stuck in traffic on my side of the carriageway the other direction is clear apart from a teenager on his bike. from a distance he appears to be riding hands free, as he draws nearer i realise he is but is holding something in his hands - his white earbuds give him away, changing tracks on his ipod whilst cycling? i couldn't help but laugh. i'm grateful that even in the hum-drum of everyday life there are triggers for my sense of humour.

Emma

waiting for uncle richard

Emma

best part of the week

"look, i made a snowman." cue much adult laughter. not pictured; trampoline jumping with individual nephews and a niece using a croquet mallet as a microphone (mick jagger stylie) all accompanied by giggles. as a week of birthday celebrations gave way to tiredness, childhood laughter really is the best medicine.

Emma

This week I'm in Hong Kong with work.  Today I was fortunate to be taken to a part of Hong Kong you don't normally see as a visitor.  The experience was humbling and I'm grateful for the opportunity and all I have.

Jane