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Clouds may come, but clouds must go, and they all have a silver lining.For behind each cloud you know, the sun, or moon, is shining.This update has proven particularly difficult to write, as in essence I wanted to blog our way through the journey of Autism in an upbeat, effervescent and positive way-- with the thought that there's never 'too much of a good thing', but also to be a small beacon of

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It's been almost a week since I sat at this desk and planned to write my next update- something deeply moving and meaningful that shows just how grateful I am for the happiness that overwhelms us and overflows into the lives of our friends and family.Instead I'll share a stream of consciousness that starts with the end of September bringing more than simply the close of another month on the

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As the week passes by in an incoherent wave of activity, our regular visits to Burleigh have provided a welcome sanctuary from the craziness. Nestled into the soft sand, taking in the scenes of the world around us we can't help but be transported through space to a time when the pace was slower. Close your eyes to the scenes of the modern-day and take yourself back to 1950 or further... life was

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Sitting here at my desk, munching on the juiciest, most delicious apple I've pretty much ever tasted, I can easily draw parallels with how I approach life-- the softness of the apples' skin as I bite into it, savouring the sweet nectar as it fills my mouth and my eagerness for more, devouring each morsel with tastebuds sighing in ecstasy.The past few days/weeks have been filled to the brim

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It is with profound regret that I share this short blog update- embarrassingly enough it was my over-enthusiastic internet browsing that sent my ISP speed plummeting to the depths of dial-up (gasp).. for the past week I have been stranded in no-mans-land, waiting and waiting for the moment that I can share this with my readership and promise, hand on heart, that I have updates to share and will

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Simplicity is so often overlooked and taken for granted, lost in the hustle and bustle of the 'now'.It used to be that I was spellbound by the fashionable pursuits of a modern woman- shopping sprees and coffee at the most chic place in town, drinking and dancing until dawn, not a care in the world.Then I met my little and everything changed.The simple things in life are the most extraordinary,

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U9PAHRAJ2VUUThere are days where time seems to stop, savouring the sweetness of moments unhindered by the tick-tock of Father Time. And then there are days that sweep by quickly, the fabric of our lives unquestionably enriched despite the flurry of passing minutes and hours.My days of recent have been a heavenly gumbo of both luxuriously long and furiously fast-flowing days. From one to the next,

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Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind... cast-off and everyday clothing- Harriet Beecher StoweOur home has been the stage for everyday, ordinary scenes that, upon reflection, become so much less ordinary. Who knew

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The past few days have been awash with contrasts- sunshine filled days accompanied by gusts of blistering winds, a cluster of rainclouds overflowing and spilling rain from the heavens, and the irony of it all... how I survived the winter flu season until these last days. To be ensconced in blankets and surrounded by tissues, cold and flu tablets and eucalyptus rub while the sun shines its

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With nothing but the luck of the heavens, it was another perfect day for a beach outing. Back to our sandy sanctuary, our place of reflection and intense enjoyment, to fill up our life-cup.My beach family had expanded exponentially on this occasion- my brother and sister joined Kaleb and I for our usual fun in the sun with one delicious addition; a traditional beach meal- chips with sauce. We

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It is indeed a wonderful and amazing life we lead. Freedom to follow the path of our choosing, time to discover where our true passions lie.For a long time I wanted to be a mother, a secret oft-whispered promise to myself before I fell asleep. I couldn't wait to be a mama.So when my firstborn, my Kaleb, arrived, I was determined to be the best mama in the history of mama's. Then came the day when

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Saturday- what was planned to be a completely ordinary day became something extraordinary.... a spontaneous trip to 'Borders' bookstore transported us to a magical land where secluded store corners beckoned and the musky smell of freshly printed paperbacks lent an air of whimsy and wonder.How wonderful it was to be welcomed by the 'Storytime Tree', reminiscent of the Magical Faraway Tree in a

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Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression,Even as the troubled heart doth make In the troubled countenance confession, The troubled sky

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I made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would smile at least once a day. Not a smile-for-the-sake-of-smiling smile, or a cheesy-photo-opportunity smile... I mean a ten-million-watt smile. The kind of smile that reminds me to find the joy in life no matter how hard it tries to hide. It's not always easy but I'll be darned if it doesn't make the search that much sweeter.There are times

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There is something magical about the beach. The crunch-squelch-crunch of moist sand under your toes, squinting from the sunshine bouncing off a breaking wave, the smell of freshness and sea salt says, without a doubt, you're part of something bigger than yourself.The Gold Coast shoreline is littered with beaches that stretch as far as the eye can see- kilometres of pristine white sand. If you're

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I've been blogging for almost 3yrs now, and it's just as exciting now as it was then. I love the exhilarating rush of creativity when faced with a blank page, begging to be filled- so I'll happily oblige!Beginning with my breath of fresh air- my son Kaleb, in all his pyjamied deliciousnessI could just drink in his sweetness all day long ♥

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