Sunday, June 27, 2010

Baking bread

I'm sure that everyone who reads this blog bakes bread.
So this may not be such a revelation to you.

But, I do not bake bread.

Until now.

I have recently discovered the joy of creating with my hands.

Sohail said we should get a bread maker.
To do the hard work of kneading the bread.

I said.


Not yet.

I first want to learn.

I want to learn about the texture.
The consistency.
The feel.
The smell.
Of home made.
Hand made.


So this was our third attempt of the weekend.
Lacking in salt.
But perfect in every other way.

We live in such a fast paced world.
Everything is about convenience.

And we have lost our connection.

To ourselves.

To the origins of all our produce.

To not know how to make your own bread?
Something that has been made by all humankind?
Since the beginning of humankind.

So I am slowing down in the kitchen.
I am almost making everything from scratch.
And we can taste the love in the food.

And the energy in the food.

Is from a different place.

A place of presence.
And peace.
And joy.

I hope that you find some joy in your kitchen.

Friday, June 25, 2010

This moment

A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The work we do

Today I talk about the work we do.

The seemingly insignificant work.

The work we think no one notices.

The work we think that others find insignificant.

To the mother who stays at home raising her children.
Thinking that her work is not valuable.
Because she is not contributing financially to the family.

To the father who slaves away in the corporate world.
Thinking that his work is not valuable.
Because he is just making more and more money for a big corporation.

And is not busy with the serious business of raising children.

To the student who thinks he is putting in all this effort into a degree.
That he does not see a point to.
Because it's just going to get him a job on the corporate treadmill.

To the manager who has been doing the same job for thirty years.
With no perceived recognition.

To the mother who has to work outside the home.
And feels that she does not give enough to her children.

Or to her job.

Because she is stretched so thin.

The work you do matters.

We are all doing the right work.

We all think we have to do great things to make an impact.
That a smile to a co-worker does not matter in the grand scheme of things.
That a home made bread is frivolous.
Child's play.

When in fact, each moment is just that.
One small moment.
That counts.

Because it connects us.
Our intention and action with that moment is what makes it great.

Each sacred moment.

We choose.

To make it great.
Or to make it small.

Do not discount yourself.

You are important to someone.

You matter to someone.

You matter to God.
Or Life.
Or Source.
Or whatever it is that makes your heart sing.

If you think that you are not getting what you need.
What you deserve.

Give that to someone else.

The law of the universe.

Will give it back to you.

Because what you see in the world.
Is what is within you.

Look around you.

And see the beauty.

And the purpose.

Of each living thing.

And each little moment.

Children work for the love of the process.
Adults work for the outcome.

We spend most of our time in the next moment.
And don't see the perfection right in front of our eyes.



Make this moment count.

Because you matter.

Blessings to you.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Race to nowhere

I have just come across this documentary.

Unfortunately it is not showing in Australia, but if you are in the States, it looks like it will be well worth your while to watch it.

Our young people have been put on a treadmill.

To get the best results.
To get into the best schools.
To get into the best universities.
And get the best qualifications.
To get the best job.
And make the most money.

To buy the most stuff.

Where is the call to self actualisation?


Love for thy neighbour?

Our society has an illness.

We are destroying the planet and ourselves just so that we can accumulate more stuff.
And because the media keeps telling us that we are not acceptable as human beings because we don't have more stuff, we just stay on the treadmill so that we can keep working to buy more stuff.

I have been there.

I was pushed academically at school.
I got into a really good course.
I got a really good qualification.
And I got a really good job.

Which I hated.

I was off sick a lot.
With migraines and sinus headaches.
Classic illnesses associated with stress.

As soon as I passed my last board exam, I got pregnant.

Because all I ever wanted was to be a mother.

It was such a frivolous goal when I should have been hoping to achieve fame and fortune.
I wouldn't have dared to say it out loud. 

I had to go back to work when Annie was only four months old.
We lived in a society where parenthood is not considered a profession.
Raising our future citizens to be the best contributors to our society is not really important.

Much more important is to get back on the treadmill.

So that we can get more stuff and send our children to the best schools so that they can work to buy their own stuff one day.

So I ended up with post natal depression.
Once I got back to work.

It was all too much for my sensitive soul.

I stayed in paid employment for another two years until we moved to Australia.

Where we decided that we don't care about the stuff.
And I have the most important profession in the world.

And I get to learn so much from my little two.
Who live in the moment.
And don't care about the stuff.

They care about being with me.
And the birds in the sky.
And the mud in their toes.

It makes me so sad that we as a society kill that in our children.
By getting them Nintendos and dressing them like little adults.

We are taking away their childhood.

Swimming lessons, dancing lessons, horse riding, baby gym, toddler activities, French for toddlers, teaching babies to read, extravagant birthday parties, does it ever end?

Whatever happened to playing in the mud?

I am glad that I send Annie to a place where she is not confined to a desk.
She can move freely, as this is what her body needs.
She doesn't need to ask to go to the bathroom.
She gets as much outside time as she wants.

And in this mad world, I can give her a bit of her childhood.

I am also glad to see that there is a movement.
A movement that is recognising the madness.
I hope that it will get more parents to slow down.
Look at their child.
And just give them a childhood.

To watch the trailer and learn more about the movie, click here.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

City slickers

Well, Sohail got a ticket to go and watch the footy today.

This is a Melbourne obsession that we do not understand.
We got off the plane two years ago and immediately had to announce our team to everyone.

It is a big part of the culture over here.

I really didn't want to spend the whole afternoon at home again.

So we got dressed up in hundreds of layers of clothes.
And left Sohail to go and watch the footy.

While the kids and I spent an afternoon in the city.

In true Melbourne fashion.

It was freezing cold.

And then the sun came out.

And then it started raining.

We were blessed with a rainbow.

I discovered that I do not have one, but two children who love the swing as much as Melburnians love the footy.

We explored ArtPlay.

The coolest place for kids.

And I was reminded.

That I live in one of the most liveable cities in the world.
It is clean.

Far away from all the people that I love.

That we came here two years ago.
With one child.
With a dream for a good life for our family.

We are building that life.

Even though we are sad that we are not able to share it with all the people that we love.

And we feel really isolated.

But we have a strong unit.
The four of us.
Taking it a day at a time.
Loving the precious moments.
Breathing it all in.

This moment.

This life.

This precious life.

Saturday morning

Fairy tea.


Apple juice
Any berries you love
Sugar to taste
Some fairy magic

Drop scones.
Made entirely by my four year old.
She is so independent.

Thanks big sis.
I think I will skip spreading the jam with a knife and go right in for the kill.

The simple pleasures.
Nothing fancy.
Just love.
With my children.

Life is good.

Friday, June 4, 2010

This moment

A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

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