Life, Love and the Everyday

  LIFE Life is certainly changing - for the better. Now that I am working part-time, usually I only have enough time to get dressed and have breakfast and no time for a morning buzz of caffeine - to clear the morning fuzziness in my brain I've been waking up to some good ol' country tunes on the two buses I catch to work. A. and I share a love for Johnny Cash's "Hurt" originally performed by 9 Inch Nails. My love for country music has intensified since five years ago when I went to the Gympie Muster with my friend Michelle and both of us were counting down the hours and minutes until we saw Kasey Chambers, that was a helluva good weekend even though it was pouring down hard and we were soaked to the skin for hours. All that aside, I found a new sound in the form of Jasmine Rae and when she sang 'I Faked It', I was hooked.  When I listened to Jasmine Rae's "Why'da Tie The Knot?" I was like "Hell yes!" What I ...

Life: After being in some kind of creative funk which has zapped my powers in all things creative - I have got my stride back in the form of new ideas (which shall be revealed in due course) and thanks to the anti-biotics that the doctor gave me I am right as rain and ready for the first Monday of my new role at work! Three times the charm! Love: Most days, guaranteed, I'm happy and smiling. But like everybody else, sometimes life catches up to me and there is this overwelming sense of failure and heaviness that sits in my heart, its icky and gross like a clogged drain. Not always, not everyday - just sometimes. And when I feel like that, A. knows what I need and thats one of the things I love about him. Different people need different things, like a few hours of alone time, words of encouragement, hugs, getting out and about or couch-time. Needless to say with A.'s loving care, I'm all good now. Sometimes a big hug and a cry is what is needed. I'm not just ...

Life: Lately I have been a bit under the weather. Last Monday was the first day of my new role as a part-time float at my work, but the day before I strained a muscle in my lower back and a hurt back and childcare don't mix well. Last week I had three days off... So I was totally pumped the Monday just gone, was all dressed and ready to dive right in... And then I had an intense coughing fit and threw up half my breakfast at the bus stop... Then that was another two days off. I'm right as rain this morning though, no yucky cough and I'm wearing my ugly Christmas jumper to ward off any chill. As for the ugly Christmas jumper, I picked it up for $10 at Wardrobe Warriors. Theres a funny story to go with that... Me: I'd like to get this, please. Clerk: That will be $10. Me: Um, isn't that the $5 rack? Clerk: The first half is $5, the second half is $10. Me: Okaaay. Clerk: I bought this jumper back in England for an ugly Christmas jumper party, so it...

I catch two buses to work and during the 8-15 minute commute there and back, I lose myself in day-dreaming. I think about what my ideal life would look like. It would be me, A. and everybody we love in a friendly sea-side town. We'd have parties, dancing and everybody would be happy. I think I'm describing a bit of Heaven on earth. Soon Autumn will be here with its sun-kissed leaves and cooler mornings. I'm looking forward it but in the meantime I'll say goodbye to the hot summer winds and scorching sun. This new season will bring alive new things and put an end to others. Autumn is the coup de grace of the warmer seasons and the frangipani tree.   Mum once told me that the sweet scent of a frangipani is the essence of life. I was meditating on that memory yesterday as I stood on my balcony, staring at the frangipani tree which leans over my neighbour's fence into my garden. Frangipani flowers have a short life-span, they are like people in so many ways w...

You say I don't understand, that I'm the one with the problem. But you're the one who doesn't hear. I heard what you said, I'm just answering in my own way. Say what you will, without the fuss, the drawn-out explanations and un-necessary add-ons. Don't get worked up, just take it slow, ask me a question and I'll tell you what I know. Don't give a box to hide myself in, or tell me the way I think is autistic! It's just a learning condition that makes me apart of a growing statistic! The way you see the world is different to everyone you know. Are you autistic? If somebody says something in a way you don't comprehend - does that make you slow?

Hi Everyone! Here are some poems I wrote last year. I write about real emotions, real experiences -  I'm kinda Taylor-Swifty like that! When I was younger everything felt more intense and I guess that's because I found it hard to express the way I really feel about stuff verbally, so writing stuff down has always been a way for me to stretch my creative muscles and get out the ugly stuff in my mind in a way that is beautiful. But I encourage that you learn to say what you really think now without the pen, because it's harder to learn with the tongue. - Sarah xo Chasing Rainbows Right after it rains, I spend my days chasing rainbows, up and down fields of gold. The day I get somewhere will be the day I do what I'm told. Even after all this time, I can't leave those rainbows alone. If you're looking for me, I'm chasing outside chasing rainbows beneath grey skies. Untitled Everything in this place echoes like dynamite against sacred stone. I ...

Speak For Yourself If I ever have a daughter, there one thing I want her to know - and that is don't play the fool. Don't be too nice either, laughing it off and saying "It's all cool". Don't sit there quiet and sweet because people expect it of you. Speak for yourself, honey. Don't let somebody else say your words for you! Say sorry when you do wrong and no other time, regardless of what is said and done everybody believes they're in the right. You're not wrong because you're young, but if you act like you don't have a clue - they'll listen to anyone who isn't you. Speak for yourself. They don't see what you see, they say only what they know.  - By S.J Elizabeth