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A minor earthquake in Melbourne last night shook our house enough for me to think someone had ploughed into the front with their car*

It’s a little morbid – but I got excited once I realised what had actually happened. A real life earthquake – an experience to cross off the bucket list.

 

*the old lady that lives next door has totalled not one, but two cars doing this very thing.

Soundtrack to my life. When I plug in my headphones and I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for Missy Higgins always fits the bill. Strong story telling lyrics, lovely vocals, and a wide instrumental base (piano, guitar, base, drums, xylophone, keytar, synthesiser, and yes, even animal sounds) make her wonderfully unique. Her cover of the Patty Griffins song “Moses” is what inspired me to learn guitar. And she sings with an Aussie accent. What’s not to love?

After a 5 year hiatus she’s back with a third album “The Ole Razzle Dazzle” which she’s been touring in Australia – finishing up last night in Melbourne. I was there.

Putting aside the fact that it was a sit down concert and I missed the jostle of the crowd, and the dancing, and the eye contact with my bestie as we sang along, and the beer poured down my back, and not really being able to see because I’m only 5 foot tall (ok – maybe not those last two) it was a fun show.

The stage design was truly beautiful and the Nashville band accompanying Missy were fun and talented. It was a BIG show but also intimate, formal but laid back, joyful but at times sad. In short, everything I wanted.

And she played my favourite song, Warm Whispers. I’m a happy humming girl this Monday

Love others. Be humble.

“Real isn’t how you are made…” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand…”

– The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

ImageSource: (pinterest which led to a Tumblr which led to… source sadly unkown)

Avid cyclists, my long term live in boyfriend had a major accident last Friday. On the way to work. Head on with a car. Car v bike and not taking bets on who won.

I arrived at the scene to police, ambulances, a cordoned off street, a traffic helicopter doing loops overhead, her smashed windscreen and his bike and helmet in pieces on the road. I followed the ambulance in our car.

We laughed together in the emergency room. They cut off his clothes and sent him for scans.

They couldn’t tell him about surgery, I left him alone to go home and pack a few things and take a shower and put on a bra.

A brain bleed and broken nose, two broken ribs, five cracked vertebrae, one fractured foot, countless bruises and scrapes and 4 days later he is home.

I’ve been waiting for the tears (mine) and the anger and frustration (his). I’ve been waiting for the emotional outburst and the bubbling anxiety. But all there has been is some laughter and lots of gratefulness and an immense outpouring of love and support.

Maybe it will still come, recovery is a bitch. But for now we feel lucky. We feel loved.