Stuff That Matters

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Watching how the backyard garden has grown overnight takes on a mindfulness that isn’t often present for the rest of the day. Tracking bees on their pollen paths, and seeing how the calendula has unfurled overnight. Solitude is fleeting, even at 6am. I’ll grab it in handfuls wherever I can, it’s really important to me. I need it.

Passionfruit kombucha experiments. I thought it was delicious, and two out of three kids thought it was good one. The other one?…I might have to keep working on that palate of his. Keeping them healthy is a huge priority to me.

(And when not so healthy) there’s Master Tonic or Fire Cider, it’s damn good stuff and this time of year it’s almost a necessity. With half the city echoing with their coughs of the stricken down, my kids adding to the list of the afflicted, it was all a little ill timed that I ran out of my batch of the stuff. (I did a how-to over on Milkwood last year if you are keen to make your own.) Lucky for me, and thanks to a lovely instagram connection some of Hilbilby’s good stuff landed on my doorstep just at the right time. Health isn’t something that I take for granted, ever, and with the smallest coming down with an associated ear infection. I’m pretty damn thankful that I have access to really great medical advice and care when I need it.

This week I finally got to meet the lovely Fran. Fran is 100 kinds of awesome. Some of this I know from her instagram account that I’ve been following for awhile, some of this I know from her blog and some of this I know from the hour we spent together after she drove 5 hours to my place to deliver a table and not eat lunch (too busy talking you see.) I feel super lucky to have people like that jump into my life.

While this week has also had its fair share of arguments, tears, crossed wires, and crappy news (real life always exists behind the sunshine filled walls of a blog.) I’m still thankful for them. I could wish that they had never happened, (but they did) or they are happening and wishing away won’t change anything.

What I can do is, learn from them, grow from them, possibly define my own ideas and thoughts a little better because of them. At the very least I can hug my kids a bit tighter at the end of the day and I can say to dear friends, hey thanks for spending time with me today, that was bloody awesome and I loved every minute of it.

The connections, the tiny moments, the community ties, the freshly cut bread, the hugs, the long conversations…

This is the good stuff of life.

This is the stuff that matters.

 

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16 thoughts on “Stuff That Matters

  1. Stick with those good times to get through the bad!! Great blog. So true that we only see the side of life you want to show on your blog. Photos make everything look so clear and shining, no sign of the chaos all around. Keeping your brood healthy is so important. Bravo to you.

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  2. Wise words. The pics are beautiful as always. Both thoughts and images are inspirational. Take care Brydie I hope everyone recovers pronto!
    Irene

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  3. Gosh you have a beautiful way with words. Heart felt real talk that leaves you positively glowing and thinking, I’ll take an hour of that any day! And yes, there are many, many hours without it…where the other life stuff happens.

    Life really is sweeter when you take those fleeting moments and live them.

    You’re one inspiring, amazing lady Ms City Hippy Farm Girl, so glad to have jumped.

    Can’t wait till the next time we talk and talk and talk.

    Fran xx

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