this weekend…is on pause

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Easter long weekend,

and everything is slipping into ‘go slow’.

I’m not hurrying, I’m not clock watching and I may well dissolve completely into those magazine pages at some point.

Spelt hot cross buns have been made,

the beach is whispering,

and if someone offers to make me a second coffee? Well I might just say yes.

That’s how this weekend is rolling, and everything else in life?

…is on pause.

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When the Night Comes- by Favel Parrett: wonderful, wonderful book if you are looking for a new book to read.

 

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sea scenes

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Great Ocean Quarterly. Technically I got this subscription for someone else. Technically I should wait until these pages have been devoured by another before I devour them myself…technically.

(I’ve never been much good at technical things really.)

 

Inspiration from the sea

morning || cityhippyfarmgirlI wrote a little while ago on how I could easily start another blog on all things of the sea. All those salty thoughts? Yes, they are still piling up and for this post, I have nothing but inspiration come from it.

Utterly inspired.

(I’ve written before of two of these links before, but indulge me, it’s so very worth it.)

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Emily Richmond, solo sailor, making her way around the world in a tiny yacht since 2010. C grade media celebrities be damned, this is a woman worthy of looking up to… Bobbie Rounds the World.

 

Mother Tongue Knowledge: Sri Lanka- A beautiful truly inspiring adventure of a life time, oh yes indeed. He’s just finished (and reached!) a crowd funding project.

Great Ocean Quarterly– where adventures can be taken in your favourite seat, looking out at your favourite view. Bliss.

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Tell me about some of your salty thoughts or wanders lately.

 

First Light

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If I was starting another blog from scratch again, I think I would name it something watery like “Webbed Feet”….well, maybe not that one. Maybe, “The Old Sea Dog”. A blog entirely made up of photos and stories from the sea. A tiny corner to put my salty thoughts, and damp wonderings.

In lieu of having another blog entirely dedicated for my love of the ocean, I do get to sooth my cool water needs with some posts within here and reading this beautiful magazine– Great Ocean Quarterly.

If there is a part of you that yearns for the ocean, a desire for sand beneath toes, rocks by your side and a secret tiny longing for a merpersons tail, than this the magazine for you.*

It’s divine. Every. Single. Page.

There is no other magazine like it.

For the blog readers here, who are also salty people of the sea. This link is for you. A peek into how the article First Light was done in the magazines first edition.

Magic. Pure salty tinged magic.

 

* I get nothing for mentioning this beautiful magazine, except for the knowledge, that I’ve passed on to someone else who also likes the feeling of dipping their toes into the salty wet good stuff. 

A Cup of Tea with Me

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I had the day all planned out. It would start with tea, chai to be exact. Two pots worth, and it couldn’t be a rushed thing. Some writing, a lazy eye over the weekends paper, followed by a swim. Back home for another cup of tea, something herbal this time. Perhaps a little gingery zing to kick things along for the day.

I’d now curl my legs around me, choose from one of my many unfinished books, balance it a little precariously along side my tea cup and read until the heat started to penetrate the lounge rooms blinds.

A brief stop for a light salady lunch, and a flick through this beautiful and inspiring new magazine of the sea while I ate.

Coffee would be made and along with it a lengthy phone call to a good friend. Friendship rekindled and two cups worth would be sipped while doing so. I would then make the strenuous shift moving from the kitchen table to the cool dark of the bedroom.

After two coffees I probably wouldn’t want a little midday siesta but was certainly open to the idea if one came up. Stretched out over the whole queen sized space I would then take the chance to read from my new ipad library. I would ignore the grubby little finger prints from small sized people and instead revel in the fact that I had now clocked up at least 8 hours of reading time on this most glorious of summer days.

At this point I would probably contemplate popping the kettle on once more and choose from my impressive range of herbal teas. Tea once more would be supped and with it a change of perspectives. The bedroom, to the couch, to the kitchen table. It was a tough choice but I knew regardless, my tea would be by there by my side.

In seemingly small blink of the eye, the whole day will have dissolved in a blur of reading choices, tea cups, (and realistically multiple trips to the toilet.) It was indeed a well planned day.

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In absence of ever, ever having a day like this one. (Having three small children ensures that my reading times are heavily locked in at two minute increments, and tea generally sipped on the fly.) I am linking in with the wonderful Pip Lincolne of Meet Me At Mikes for a tea party, A Cup of Tea with Me party.

The kettles hot. There is tea to choose from and if you can find a biscuit that hasn’t been nibbled on by a particular small person, you’re more than welcome to it. Sit down, take your shoes off.

A Cup of Tea with Me

Sunny greetings to those that are new to this space and those that regularly drop in. My name is Brydie, a city mama of three trying to balance a simple life, city style.

I’m a person who likes to dream of curling into a tight cat like ball and reading for 3 hours straight. I also like writing at 5am, it’s the magic hour for so many things.

Someone who feels at peace watching stormy dark clouds tumble over a horizon, while simultaneously keeping eagle eyes on three children that move at the speed of light, (usually towards another horizon.)

A girl who likes nothing better than listening to the sing of a sourdough loaf straight from the oven. Who marvels at the sprouting goodies on the kitchen window sill, thinks naturally fermented foods are the bees knees and dreams of cake creations by night.

The same girl who gets inspired by the smallest of smalls to the biggest of big. I can never tell where a tiny idea will sprout from next.

Someone who also yearns to know more about, well pretty much everything. But throw words like, sourdough, permaculture, upcycling, handmade, fermented and I’m all yours.

I’m also inspired by a whole bunch of these rockin’ women who I was lucky enough to meet through Pip. Like Rachael who makes me laugh and takes pictures that are so beautifully magazine worthy. Helen whose Friday Feminism posts I adore and Dear Moo whom I would happily scratch behind the ears if only to get just a little closer to those stunning crochet creations. And oh so many more of these absolutely amazingly creative women.

Have a peek over here for more A Cup of Tea with Me chats.