Walk through Sunday moments with me

We wake up in the middle of a cloud that has descended into the valley. Mist all around and above and below. Breakfast is out at a beautiful restaurant. Big wooden benches and a heavy-set table with views out to rain and green paddocks. 

The baby sleeps while we linger on the porch enjoying food, coffee and conversation. The air is gently filling our lungs with clean, cool breaths.

Back at home we move around the house like little dolls. One on the couch, two in the kitchen, one in the study, one on the rug. Then change positions. One sleeping lightly, one in the sun room, one kneading dough, one stoking the fire. Pizzas tonight. 

The rain clears and lets the sun steam the land and bake the verandah. Bees float around happily among the lavender buds and ants scale the little stems. It’s humid outside and puddles reflect the blue sky like mirrors.

There are so many quiet little places in a house. Spots content to stay empty and keep watch over those who wander past. The dough is rising in a warm nook. Mist is rising out of the warm hills. 

The sun is dipping down below the clouds and spilling golden light into the house. I can hear the rustle of dinner preparations. The pizzas will be ready soon. Hot coals wash waves of heat over us and scorch the pizzas in seconds. We huddle together for the last meal of the day.

The sun shines one more broad spotlight through the thick clouds lighting up a crease in the valley. The day draws to a close with a moonless sky.

We drive home along wet roads with highbeams on and yawns permeating the quiet spots in conversation. I click through photos in bed. The fan, jittering side to side, blows air gently over my bare legs as I type this last sentence and begin the upload of pictures for you to walk through below.

Hope you’ve enjoyed glimpses some Sunday moments with me.

Tiny Heid, illustrious author

Enjoy these stories written by 7yr old me.

Note: Drawings by 31yr old me. Spelling and grammar as per original copy.

The Triple Eyed Monster

There once was a monster he was triple eyed.

He was a sad monster even thowe he was friendley but he looked VERY scary. Everyone teased him because of his three eyes.

One day he went to the wized and asked him for only two eyes. The wized said that it is inposebl but he said he’d try.

So the following day the triple eyed monster met the wized on his morning stroll. Have you found a cure he said. Yes said the wized, Just drink this strawberry flaved milk.

The monster drank a little bit then in a flash there was his two perfect humen eyes. So he was never teased again and he lived hapily ever after.

The end. By Heidi.



One day Snail went for a walk in the park. It was spring, his favrite season and allso it was hot he was ROASTING so he went back home.

First he had a cool drink with ice blocks in it then a fuzzy man apeared who are you an ALIEN FROM SPACE. He said to himself im just dreaming.

The End.


What Dinosaurs Do

What do you think dinosaurs do?

My dinosaur studdies maths he’s never got an A+. BUT this time he got one because I helped him he donsent even know what 1+1 is.

But he’s always fat! do you want to know a secret!! he eats spuds!!! ooh yuck!



Photo journaling kinda saved my life

Warning: mushy, emotion-filled stuff to follow.

When my first serious relationship ended I didn’t cope very well. I think most people have a story like this. I found it hard to sleep, I rarely ate, I moped and stared out into nothingness and cried that gross kind of cry where all the snot gets your nose stuffy and there’s just goo all over your face and tissues don’t really seem to help.

I’m sure while this was going on I was terrible to live with. I was a real Debbie Downer. At the time though, I was quite unaware of most things because I was deeply buried in my own thoughts and feelings. This intense self-reflection started to really eat away at me. Too much time spent in your own mind can be unhelpful to say the least. And continuing to travel through life with your eyes closed in grief, your lungs restricted by sobbing and your tummy empty from a gut-wrenching fear of the future… well, I try not to think too much about where I would have headed. 

This all sounds overly dramatic but to me at the time things seemed insurmountable and my motivation to get up every day was beginning to wane. That is until I started my photo journal. 

I decided at some point that enough was enough. I needed something to give me a good shake. I remember thinking how I might be able to wake myself up from the break-up haze. My conclusion: take a photo of myself every day and write a reflection to go with it. Part of me wanted to document the pain and part of me wanted to dig myself out of it. And, for me, doing a project like this meant the difference between barely surviving and really thriving. 

This first photo journal lasted 77 days. I didn’t have a goal in mind for how long I’d keep going and that was a good thing. Goals can be helpful but sometimes they can also put more pressure on when you don’t need it.

Later, I started another photo journal that I hoped to keep for 365 days. I was inspired by a Project 365 photo-sharing group. This time it was more light-hearted and I lasted 137 days. Pretty respectable if you ask me! 

Photos capture so much. I found that if I took the time to grab a photo at some point in the day it would jog my memory later that night when I wanted to write about the day or my thinking behind the photo. I also found a simple structure (photo, bible verse, thought) helped the first time around when my brain felt like mush. Although, I was kind to myself if I just needed to ‘wing it’ some days.

I would really recommend photo journaling as something to try. Whether it be for creativity, motivation, documentation or processing. It’s a great alternative to a written journal and one that will continue to teach you every time you wince through a revisit. Gotta love that weird place called Memory Lane!

Day 18 of my first photo journal

Rain rain don’t go away

Some good soaking rain has come across in late summer and it’s delicious! The hot, humid weather has been relentless lately and the nights have felt far too warm. A rainy day is long overdue.

There are so many things I love about rain. I feel like I could write a thick book on the way it makes me feel. As it sweeps across the earth it brings life and cleanses everything it pours over. It smells incredible, filling my lungs with potent oxygen. And the rain comes in so many forms that each shower, stormy downpour, drizzle and gentle soak brings a unique mood to the moment.

This summer rain brought with it the magic of a new kind of moment – the experience of seeing tiny drops of cool water scatter across the milky skin of my little one. Her rain story has only just begun. I wonder what memories and feelings the rain will bring to her.

Growing up – looking back and looking forward

In the 30 short years I’ve been on this planet, I’ve gone through so much change within myself and in the world around me. I was talking to a friend recently and she admitted that something I’d said to her in highschool still weighs on her mind sometimes. Now, highschool for us was over a decade ago so that’s a long time to keep a memory. But the awful thing was that she’d remembered it because I’d said something terribly hurtful. When she told me this I was absolutely horrified. I wished I could go back and steal the words from my 14 year old mouth!

I had said something completely ingnorant and judgmental and the worst part was I couldn’t even remember saying it. Bad things tend to stick with you and I was alarmed that I didn’t think anything of it at the time and simply must have filed that moment away under “there’s nothing wrong with that comment”. Now sitting face to face with this lovely human being I was struck by how different I really am now and how thankful I am that I’m no longer that narrow-minded teenager.

It’s not like I was the naughtiest, nastiest girl on the planet but I have come to understand just how changed you really become as you grow and learn more about life and those who share it with you. Looking back can be difficult but I truly believe the pain is worth it if you can see the ways in which your heart and mind have blossomed over the years.

This is all really great and I’m thankful for all the ways in which I’ve become a better person. But the sad reality is that you never seem to arrive when it comes to growing up. Yes your heart and mind burst into a big blousy bloom in super slow mo over the years but that doesn’t mean every petal is untarnished and perfect.

Having this moment of bittersweet (but mostly bitter) reflection with my friend reminded me that I still sport flaws and that will always be the story. I’m sure in another ten years I’ll remember with a grimace something I said or did at this time in my life.

Basically what I’m saying is that I am thankful for growing up but it’s definitely a journey of hills and valleys. I think the main thing is honing your sense of self-awareness. Another big asset is being open to gaining insight. To admit you’ve done something wrong is hard but today I’m thankful that I have enough awareness and insight to see my flaws for what they are and work on becoming a better person because of them.

What are your thoughts?

-Heidi x