The eyes of new life.

The atmosphere created by a new born baby is a gift.

Their innocence and purity is so rare.

Their hearts are open and accepting,

Grateful to be here and bound for success.

They know nothing of war and nothing of hate.

No jealousy, no greed, no anger.

A calmess encompasses them,

That soothes the mind.

And you cannot help but smile as you lift them into your arms.

Their eyes glistening,

There is hope, peace & serenity.

Their life, even in its beginnings, seems so fulfilled.

If only this could last forever.

Too see through their lens,

Then perhaps this world might be a more contented space.

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Welcome to this world, my dear nephew Mathew, I already love you so much.

Daily Prompt: “Life is to short to not tell that special someone you love them.”

I am a hopeless romantic, a sucker for a good old fashioned love story and an I love you slut!

You never know what tomorrow will bring so why live with regrets?

If you love someone don’t be afraid to let them know how you feel before its too late, worst case scenario they may not say it back, but then at least you know!

More often than none, telling someone you love them will probably make their day!

Jelly and I have one important rule to sustain a happy partnership: no matter what the day has brought or what we are dealing with, before lights out we give each other a goodnight kiss and an ” I love you.”

No Time to Waste

For the love of spring.

Nothing beats the smell of spring, there is a certain freshness to it that you got to love. The air seems clean and the sun is just that perfect combination of hot but not so hot that I can fry a slice of bacon on myself.

As September ticks over to October a refreshed, happier and warmer Melbournian emerges onto the streets. Travelers, no longer robots racing against time, stop every now and then to take in the glorious surroundings. With the knowledge that summer is blossoming, this place we call home feels cosy once again.

It’s also that wonderful time of the year where we realise we spent way too much time in winter, indoors sipping red wine with the ladies! Those extra servings of warm apple pie have now become extra inches on our hips and even though we didn’t spend the whole of winter curled up under the covers, drinking hot chocolate and skipping boot camp, we know there is still work to be done to get back to that summer lovin’ beach body we had.

With this in mind and the lovely spring air it’s time to brush the dust of my helmet and join my boy for a cycling adventure around the west: Adventures with Sara & Jelly.

Our adventure itineraries are almost always centered around food; a local favourite, a new talk of the town, a hidden gem or anything within a 1 km radius!

Our motto: work hard, train hard and eat hard, its makes us the perfect pair.

Today’s destination: Yarraville Farmers Market.

The journey there is a breeze. We are at one with the cars, pushing up & speeding down the hills, conquering each obstacle I get thrown. Keeping up with my cycling machine, I can feel the efforts of the last two weeks of my “shake away the winter blues” training program starting to work.

A well rewarded rest and replenish and with a few extra calories to burn now we set off once again.

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Our route ahead: the banks of the Maribyrnong River

It only takes minutes for the regret to sink in.

My legs are trembling beneath me.

Perhaps I should have taken a slightly less cocky approach to the ride there.

On the other hand…

Jelly is in full steam; he reaches the river and his home, zipping around the banks like Cadel Evans on his last leg of his Tour De France Triumph. Before i can shout out to him to go on ahead, our paths have already been lost.

Determined to catch a glimpse of him, I power on ahead, but my tired, angry legs are too slow.

Images of the monstrous climb up ahead haunt me and just as I am about to admit defeat, I see Jelly shoot out of the corner…He’s come back to rescue me, hopefully with a portable stretcher strapped to his back.

Unfortunately all he has to offer is some dear words of encouragement, which I humbly accept and precede onwards to my inevitable fate.

Determination and inner strength push me through the next twenty minutes. Mind over matter, one pedal stroke at a time and as home draws near, my breath gets calm.

With the sight of success my body surrenders…

On this beautiful spring afternoon, I am the winner.

A World of Happily Ever After

I want a heart wrenching, tissue searching, soul gripping romance.

A book of love

First love.

Forbidden love.

Treasured love.

I want to escape in the passion.

Be the voyeur…the little girl peeping through the bullet hole.

I want to feel the joy run through her skin as he kisses her ever so gentle beneath the ear.

Tremble with his touch.

Feel the Fire.

Hunger.

Thirst.

I want to smile, laugh and cry knowing he will always come back for her.

And I want to close my eyes and believe, in a world where there is so much hate, so much war, so much struggle for power and freedom, that wonderful, little love stories are erupting everywhere.

 

A response to the Daily Promt: The Great Devide

Inspired by a remarkable read, The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons