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)


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*I selected from my Fairy Deck of cards, they reveal their magic -
‘Magic of Nature’
Spend time outdoors, among the flowers, trees and plants. Nature has powerful gifts that she wants to share with you, including ideas, information and healing energy.

Ironically my subconscious knows this, the words I read bring them to life. We’re here. I am surround by my loves. It is peace. There is  television, our phones have no service and the only distraction is the beauty that surrounds us. *

* How is it she knew I need this. How did Liz know? Without a spoken exchange between us in a few weeks, she sent us to a place where clarity would be found. Her magical place.*

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* I make a cup of camomile tea and sit at the dining table. The window is open and brings cool relief to my body. In perfect time it begins to rain. My words find this page as I sip my tea. Noah finds the board games, Lotus asks for a cup of tea and Parker explores his new environment. I am sitting in a quaint gorgeous beach shack. *

* After our game Lotus asks me to sleep with her. I feel guilty that my answer is, ‘Not tonight darling’. After the words leave my mouth I go in and lay with her. She is happy, I whisper, ‘I love you’. Sleepily she replies, ‘I love you Mama’.
Noah comes into the room and lays on the other side of me. I give him a cuddle and whisper the same words. He replies as she did. *

*The house is quiet, I return to writing. The rain falls harder and the smell wanders in with the breeze. I inhale.*

* I give ‘thanks’ to Liz for her generous gift and the simple things this place offers.*

* Relax is how we feel, sleepy but alive, does that make sense?
Mr.Kypo plays his guitar and the kidlets are fascinated with the record player. Outside we notice people walking, riding bikes and a car is rarely seen.*

* It is that time of the early evening and Parker is ready for a bath. I bathe with him. I think that this could be one of my favourite parts of everyday with him, oh and mornings when he wakes me with kisses.*

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* We didn’t think about time today. We were only reminded of it when routines crept in such as, our tummies indicated they were hungry.*

* I sat there alone in the cafe whilst my loved ones frolic on beach. I ponder over the two words that have been coming to mind as a sip tea – Alone and solitude. I reflect on the coincidences that arise leading to the two words. The time is now to bring those words into my daily rhythms. I think of ways to incorporate them. I am snapped out of thought when my tea is empty, I leave and join my loves.*

* I really want to remember the simplicity of here. The cricket at the park, the tennis on the road, the still of the lake and the only distraction to each moment is us. No TV, no iPhones, iPads, just good old fashion fun*

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by Belinda on March 23, 2014


12:52 xx

12-52 x

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

Lotus: Welcoming the sun on at our local beach. I sat on the shore in the dark with her waiting for the sun to rise. Once we saw the beginnings of it, I watched her run on the shore in her Doc Martens and camera and thought there is more ‘me’ in her as she gets older.
Noah: In this glance the ‘little’ in him appeared. I saw the younger version of him. After this capture, he turned his head to talk to me and it was gone.
Parker: Has a new friend. Woody sleeps with him. Parker puts him on his pillow, lays a wrap over him, gives him a kiss, pats him to sleep and tries to close his eyes.

Linking up with Jodi



Rocking my world

by Belinda on March 20, 2014

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Capturing images with my film camera rocks my world too.

I have never felt so vulnerable and free as I do on a yoga mat.

I have dabbled in yoga over the years. Partly because it’s been fashionable, everyone is doing it and therefore it must be amazing. I was shocked that I didn’t love it after my first class. I couldn’t understand why my review on yoga didn’t match anyone else around me, who was participating in this practice. Of course my initial thoughts were ‘there something wrong with me’. I stopped yoga.

Yoga and I met again. This time my thoughts became louder during the practice and I couldn’t bare it. My body moved, although my breath was uneasy. I stopped. Yoga and I parted again.

This year yoga has been a constant thought that has risen. I silenced it for a while and the thought became louder. I listened. I tried yoga again with the commitment to practice.

I stood on my mat with the thought that I was not going to experience anything anyone else had, I was going to experience yoga for me.

That was when…

I experienced oneness. It was with this oneness I felt vulnerable I cried. It was with this oneness I let go. It was with this oneness I felt free. It was with this oneness even more gratitude arose for the aliveness I feel in my body. It is with this oneness I am silent. It is with this oneness I fell head over heels in love with yoga for my own reasons and crave this daily practice.


Uncle Col

by Belinda on March 18, 2014

Uncle Col

Hands of a man who has loved his whole life.

Uncle Col,

Your welcome smile disarms me instantly and I am transported to my childhood. When I recall my childhood memories, some of my greatest are with you. I have always wished that states did not divide us.

Through my teenage years I longed for your visits and as an adult I am incredibly grateful that I see you more.

The last few years the timing of your visits or calls have been perfect and I have longed for the connection I feel when I am with you! It is through this connection that when you call me ‘love’ I feel ever so important and most of all it’s the love, affection and time you give my kidlets. It’s a gift that could never be replaced.

Even though these visits are not long, they’re engraved, buried deep and recorded, as for one day I am scared I will not remember. I want my children to know them all.

I cannot express my deepest thank you to you for giving me some of Aunty Ruth’s and Gran Nan’s vintage doilies and cloths. Your gifts are displayed throughout our home and make me want to know everything about these beautiful woman.

When I was coming to visit you, I knew I wanted to photograph you. I wanted an image that triggered all my memories and to my surprise it was you hands.

I chose to photograph your hands as I have always observed the way you have touched Aunty Ruth. Whether that has been holding her hand, touching her back for support as she walks through a door or a gentle rub on her leg as we all sit and chatter.  It is this touch, I see when your hold Parker. When I look at your hands, I don’t see hands of a man who has worked hard all his life. I see hands of a man who has loved deeply his whole life.

I want you to know that I melt when I hear you call Lotus ‘darling’ and Noah ‘mate’, it is tender, real and pure.

I love you Uncle Col.

Thank you for your love, your encouragement to write, believing in my words – believing in me and loving me some more.

Love Belinda x


10 and 11/52

March 17, 2014

Lotus and Noah: Hello Mona Museum. Parker: Exploring the flowers and loving Uncle Chris’ ride on mower. Lotus: She is beauty. Noah: My heart is complete. Morning snuggles. Parker: ‘Mama, my Mama’, calling me from the stairs. Those eyes ooze love and I collapse.

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