by Belinda on August 15, 2012

Happiness is....

Happiness is....

Happiness is....all the glorious shades of peach, apricot and petal pink I'm seeing all around at the moment. On lips, on hips and on nails and tails, they're girl shades that make me smile. -Pink Patent Mary Janes “ At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish. All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake. Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense."
Bella to Edward

Bella to Edward

“You may be brave enough or strong enough to live without me, If that’s what’s best. But I could never be that self-sacrificing I have to be with you. It’s the only way I can live.” -Bella to Edward
Notes from Mr Kypo

Notes from Mr Kypo

7.45am - I am going back in a time machine 12 years ago and I am waiting to meet the woman who changed my life. - Mr.Kypo I may not make you the richest woman in the world. I will make you the happiest. - Mr.Kypo "I found my way home the very first time your eyes finally met mine." -Anon
Your Passport to Prettiness

Your Passport to Prettiness

"The most important relationship you have in your life is the relationship you have with yourself. Because no matter what happens, you'll always be with your self." - Diane Von Furstenberg '"With the right words you can change the world." (Charlotte's Web by E.B White)
This Lullaby

This Lullaby

"What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn’t even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both." -Sarah Dessen (This Lullaby)


It takes a village, I need a village

by Belinda on February 4, 2015


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Mother nature swoon

I deactivated Facebook. Many reason encompassed this decision but the two main reasons are my need for less noise and more connection. I want to create a village of ‘real life’ woman to gather, to share and to love.

It slapped in me in the face when it was Noah’s birthday and the calls were few and far between. No card came in the mail, but text and Facebook messages rolled in (I am absolutely grateful for each one) but, he does not read my phone, nor does he have Facebook. I want to see the surprise and elation on  my kidlet’s face when they open mail or hear a voice on the phone. I want to feel that myself.

I know life is busy for everyone, but I want to give. Give love, food, gather, support and just be. I want to hear stories and I want to tell mine.

As I have reflecting over my thoughts, that have not been numbed scrolling through endless news feeds, I regrettably wish I didn’t allow my need for that type of connection take way from ‘real’ moments. Moments in the car when Mr.Kypo is driving, when my kidlets are playing, or the thinking about it when I am taking with someone. I have craved the need to drink people in and digest them all. I want to give presence. I would like to receive presence.

Today is the full moon. I am emotional. It is the emotion that I feel that brings me beauty and comfort. ‘This Leo energy coming in is summoning us to step into our own fullness through sharing our hearts with courage while allowing our unique light to be see. It is a call to cast away the voices of judgement and that limit and suppress, so we can allow the love and truth from our hearts to flow through’ – mystic mama

I am flowing, I am calling and I am living.


An unhurried life

by Belinda on October 6, 2014

Bakers box 2

Bakers box

I miss her so much it aches. When the emotion of her not being here overwhelms my body, I am anchored back into the present moment and I am prompted by something I cannot explain. I  know she has passed away and she her visits are now shared in different ways. It is with this tenderness I feel an unhurried life is for me. My Nan reminds me of this.

An unhurried life transports me back to weekends spent at Nan’s around her dining table. No where to rush off too, we were grounded right where we were meant to be. We all would gather. Stories were shared, laughter could be heard, tears would sometimes fall, secrets were kept, food nourished our bodies and my Nan would sip her tea or coffee while she listened or offered touch on your hand if needed. Her eyes drank you in. They smiled and you knew you were the most important person to her in that moment.

Every meal my Nan made me was cooked with love. Every bite was mouthwatering and my body was taken over with love.

During these gatherings I knew I always wanted to create this in my own family. Our kitchen to be the centre of our home. I recall some weekends sitting there, closing my eyes gently and pray that I would be like her when I grew up. She served selfless.

As I grew so did my relationship with food. Gathering for meals served me with anxiety as a teenager and fat became my only thought. This transitioned into adulthood and has now grown into nourishment and anxiety no longer serves me. My meals aren’t filled with anxiety or fear that will not be received with pleasure, they’re unhurried. The process of cutting, mixing, blending and serving is mindful, pleasurable and a delicious warmth is served with an abundance of love. Meals are unhurried and are sacred.

I have wanted to transport these feelings further than our little nest at home to our businesses. I want to serve our educators and invoke  the emotion of my love and gratitude I have for them through homemade baked goods.

A few months ago when I was in Melbourne watching my sweet friend Tam who has created the same loved up environment in her home, I came across her Bakers Drawer. I immediately wanted one. It was beautiful. Handmade and the perfect vessel to transport my baked goods. Tam led me to Winnie and Co.

Reading their story behind the Bakers Drawer I traveled back to my Nan’s dining table and a longing for her. I wanted to encapsulated all my emotions.

I ordered a Bakers Drawer and I named it Philomena after Nan. I write our favourite meals out in a journals along with memories, feelings and thoughts that call forth and I relish in the knowing that my babes will find the journals  on day and use my Bakers Drawer. I like to think they too, with love, will be anchored back to the unhurried life when life overwhelms them, eat a meal cooked with love and drink tea slowly and share their stories.


Happy Equinox

by Belinda on September 23, 2014

Happy Equinox. Midway through Spring. This is the time for equal day and equal night. The balance of light and dark.

Happy Equinox. Midway through Spring.
This is the time for equal day and equal night. The balance of light and dark.

Earlier today I sat here before work. I took out my journal and reflected. I wrote blessings of love and my words expressed much gratitude that I began to cry. I think about these things daily, however reading the words on the page, deep emotional meaning surfaced and I was overwhelmed.

This is the time of year we have a chance to invite balance back into our life.

As I wrote, I let go of old stories that no longer serve me, because really, who wants to replay a story that no longer serves them? I know this will be a daily practice, the ‘old’ stories have been on replay for far too long.

I honoured the light and the dark that resides within me and acknowledged without both, it wouldn’t make for the beautiful raw and awakening growth. The journey is delicious.

I expressed forgiveness for others and most of all myself.

Once I had written pages and pages of words, I took my shoes off and nourished my feet in the earth. I walked back to the car with my journal and pen in one hand, boots in the other, inhaling the view with a deep seeded love and zest for my life. I want to honour and embrace all transitions, always. They are magical and I know very deeply, I don’t want to rush any part of my journey.

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The rhythm of time

by Belinda on September 21, 2014


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‘The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.’ – Rabindranath Tagore

I listen to the rhythm of his breath. The rise and the fall! The rhythmic sounds draws me in and I kiss his sweet lips, I can smell his breath – A milk scent. I used to inhale his milky breath when he fed off my breasts. I can’t help but feel an ache in my chest with remembrance of the week he weaned himself.  For tonight, I long for that scent,that feeling.

I write in my journal as he sleeps reflecting on my day. Thanking the blessings, acknowledging thoughts, when my mind wondered to the thought of time. I looked over at the clock, I’d been writing for hours and the only sound that can be heard is his breath and the occasion car that drives past. Mr. Kypo and my older babes are out.

Time is a funny thing. I’ve wished it away, I’ve wished it still and other times, I have no regard or need for it.

I remember when all three babes were born and in the blissful days, weeks that follow, I relished in their time.  Time from a clock had no meaning.

My girl, so small and fragile I would cradle her, drink her in cocooned in Mr. Kypo’s arms. We’d just stare at her. Kiss her. Look at each other and stare some more. Loving eyes fixated on her. She would cry, my breast soothed her. My heart swelled so big knowing what unconditional love feels like. It was summer, the warmth in the air, still and thick. I wished for time not to tick another second.

My boy, my middle boy! He all mine. Milk drunk on my breast, he’d collapse his body into my chest. We perfectly moulded together. Mr. Kypo cocooned us in his arms, on a different lounge, in a different home and I wanted to pause. My boy, my middle boy and I  slept together. I’d wake to feed him through the darkness of the night, he my company in our bed while Mr. Kypo and my girl drove to visit Mr. Kypo’s family. Time ticked over, my awareness of it seemed to only be day and night. Outside the noise of the cicada’s echoed! The summer air was humid.

My baby boy, belonging to all of us. The curtains open, the light in our lounge -room warming us as I sit on our lounge. A different lounge, a different home bare chested, he too, skin on skin  nuzzling on my breast. Mr. Kypo sitting with us! I moved toward him and he marveled. His eyes reflected love, wonder and creation. We did it again. He fed me, he nurtured me, loved me. Time wasn’t still, I  didn’t wish it to be. I wished it would hurry. I longed for our older kidlets to be finished school, be at home where we are all complete. It was spring, the flowers were blooming the sun was subtle and birth was in the air.

My heart fills with a knowing tonight. As I write I can feel them. I’m back in the present moment of time. I hear the key in the front door they are home. I know it’s late, cars in our street can be heard more frequently, perhaps there destination is home too.

Time draws me in, reminding me to remember, to be still  and give blessings for it. Be in it and ignore the binding a clock can have.


When you listen

September 17, 2014

I am really emotional, actually very tired. Parker has been awaking a lot and needs only his Mama. He is cutting his two year old molars, his last three. I know he is demanding my presence, so he should. I am aware of all the extra noise. It’s as though my brain is completely full, […]

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