my joyful place – Grateful Wonder

My Home

I love my home. I love where I live. Every morning is the same. Wake to the sound of bird song, dappled sunlight through all our trees and our morning cuppa over looking the river. Life seriously can’t get much better than this. Some mornings I run. I have a wonderful run buddy who hasContinue reading “My Home”

Home Alone

This past weekend I was alone. By myself. Living the single life. Now that didn’t mean I was out partying to all hours. I had my book club gathering then came home and immediately got into my PJ’s. This past weekend became valuable down for me. In the past I would have spent so muchContinue reading “Home Alone”

Peace and Serenity

It amazes me every single time how much the Bush Block reconnects and recharges me. Sitting under the bush fig tree listening to the sound track that is the Australian summer. The call of the birds and the constant whirl of insects. Some sounds I know while others are a curiosity to my ears. EveryContinue reading “Peace and Serenity”

Why do I run?

I’ve slowly come to accept that I am a runner. A label I never thought would apply to me. It certainly wasn’t an activity or sport I willing did as a child. Besides my younger brother was the “talented” track and field person in the family. However one day Hubby Dearest came home with aContinue reading “Why do I run?”

Peace on the River

We purchased our river place nearly seven years ago. It has given us such pleasure and a sense of peace. There is nothing like waking up and, with your morning cuppa sit and view the river. It’s during the quiet early morning that one can witness the diversity of wildlife that the river calls to.Continue reading “Peace on the River”

Dear Athenaeum,

Oh be still my beating heart. What can I say…….the library. A place of wonder, excitement and for me pure unadulterated joy. You walk in and the place is abuzz. Quietly of course but still there is a buzz. I always manage to bump into someone long forgotten and we catch up. From youth toContinue reading “Dear Athenaeum,”