Motif

We are the sum of our reactions and responses to the people around us, or so I recently heard it said. Often it is easy to take for granted the ways that we are supported, held up by those who love us. Or how the earth rises to meet our feet and the air rushes into our being. As I reflect upon these truths, I am filled with gratitude.

Over the weekend we travelled to Mornington and unloaded all of our belongings, groceries and craziness into a house with the rest of my family. It was surprisingly relaxing – particularly compared with our most recent trip away as a family to Sorrento – and I so enjoyed watching the kids form better relationships with their aunties and uncles who they don’t get to see that often. Dave and I even got the chance to steal away for a date night (out of the house – who knew such outings even existed!?) and explored the best of the Mornington night scene…. whilst being home at a completely godly hour of course… after all, it isn’t only Cinderella who gets penalised for being out past the stroke of midnight… just ask any family with small children.

I’ll write more about the trip soon, but in the meantime here is a brief poetic glimpse of some of some of the moments.

//A tangle of

words sent out

finding haven 

in interested 

ears

Feeling the 

earth firm 

beneath trembling 

fingers

Rooms 

opening to 

space shared and 

harvested

A musical table

becoming

canvas for creativity

The wordless dance

of arms reaching

to create a

bountiful feast

Grains giving

yet cupping beneath

little feet 

Lapping curves

meeting the 

lonely shore

This post is inspired by the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘support’. 

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