When I Die: Lessons from the Death Zone.

A truly beautiful story, and one that is very timely as I move on from Mum’s life on this first Mother’s Day as the oldest in our family now…

This morning, a cloudy morning, damp after rain overnight, Rob and I had a very special treat as we enjoyed morning tea on the balcony: a quenda was foraging in the garden just below us! A southern brown bandicoot to be technical, this was a serious treat when these are normally shy nocturnal creatures!

We felt very blessed:-)

Walking in Kings Park this morning after the delicious rain over the weekend, I spied these delightful little mushrooms in the litter, still glistening from last night’s rain.

Not only is it a joy to be able to walk again, mostly without trekking poles. It’s a joy to once again be part of nature and her life too:-)

Life is good:-)

We had Tristan, Blaine, T1, T2 and Argie the dog at our place for dinner tonight. After T1 and T2 had finished their meals they disappeared under the table to play with Argie.

This was what I saw when I peered down to see what they were up to:-)

This morning T2 and I went to Kings Park to draw some of the lovely flowers that had been left on Anzac Day.

We had a lovely time together:-)

And Pa took T1 for a walk to look at flowers:-)

This morning Rob and I were so gifted with a wonderful reward for walking as far as the osprey nest in the pine tree (first time for at least a year, not on the gofer!), and we saw the osprey pair fly up from their nest. They are repairing it to make babies again this year:-)

What joy!

This morning’s walk in Kings Park, as well as being lovely to just be able to go for a walk, was accompanied by the sound of lawn mowing!

This morning, as I walked slowly around part of my used-to-be-usual walk, trekking poles in hand, and then stood at one of my favourite places in Kings Park (see pic), I heard a magic sound. The calls of 2 ospreys! I have so missed these sounds in the past year, as I’ve had to pull away from being outside to nurse my new knees to health. Tears pricked as I realised how very tough it had been, finishing with Mum’s passing on 2nd April.

But this was all done, and this morning I could celebrate the arrival of these 2 doting parents as they arrived back at their nest to repair it ready for making babies:-)

Joy!!!!

Travelling to Geraldton this weekend to help with the Rotary District Conference has stretched me. I was time-keeper for the whole weekend, rather amusing when I find it so hard to be exactly on time, plus I’d briefed all the speakers so was watching over them too.

My team of Bec and Tristan were amazing – speaker wranglers I called them. With their enthusiastic and expert help the exceedingly tight timetable ran on time!

What did I learn? That it’s an act of kindness to myself to allow myself a little extra time to be on time, and not push the maximum into the minimum time!

Dusted off the indoor clothes line today, to hang out the washing. It’s too cold and damp outside to get anything dry!