Tomorrow our baby girl turns 4.
If there was ever an occasion to for my heart to sing, this is it.
Seeker Lover Keeper – is what I have been listening to lately. It took a few plays to decide I liked it, but it was worth persevering with. It is a collaboration from Sarah Blasko, Sally Seltmann and Holly Throsby. It is quite lovely. This is one of my favourites from the album. Have a listen. Fabulous clip too.
I have just discovered this website – awesome people hanging out together. It is a little bit awesome. There are some contemporary photos that are a little ho-hum and feel like you flicking through a Woman’s Day. But then there are some beautiful moments captured of the most unlikely combinations. The photo of Charlie Chaplin and Helen Keller is simply exquisite. The photo of Salvador Dali and Walt Disney made me gasp out loud. The juxtaposition of Stephen Fry and Lady Gaga made me smile. The photo of Salvador Dali and Coco Chanel makes me wish to be a fly on the wall.
Other favourites are the photo of Marlon Brando and Paul Newman at a Civil Rights Rally in 1961 and Simone de Beauvoir, Jean Paul Sartre and Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara in Cuba, 1960.
Check it out. What’s your favourite?
Another thing that is good for my soul is this story I heard the other day.
Gino Bartali was a well known Italian cyclist in the 30’s and 40’s, after turning professional at 21 he became the Italian champion within the year. He won the Giro twice and the Tour once – which is an impressive record for anyone of any era. Bartali’s nickname was Gino the Pious, for he held to a strong Catholic faith and had an extraordinary sense of justice.
During WWII, for good reason, they suspended all the grand tours and many of the smaller classics, but Bartali kept ‘training’. His training was a covet attempt to help the Italian Jews. Bartali would hide messages and documents for the Italian Resistance in his bike frame and then he would ride from Florence, where he lived, through Tuscany, Umbria and sometimes as far as Rome, while wearing his racing jersey. The Fascist police and the German army would not risk arresting him for fear of the fall out. How awfully clever and just and impressive and brave. There is also some evidence to suggest that he and his family hid Jews in their home during the war.
So it seems that the combination of cycling + Italian + sense of justice + sticking it to the Nazi’s and communists = good for my soul.
I had the absolute joy to spend some time this week with one of my oldest friends. It was good for my soul.
Other things that are good for my soul… snuggling on the couch with the girls, quiet, books, time with my sister, words that resonate (‘I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious’ Albert Einstein), words that make me laugh (like the badge I saw this week that said, ‘I am sarcastic. What’s your superpower?’), Van Gogh’s Starry Night, knitted scarfs and red wine with dear friends on cold nights.
What is good for your soul?
(this image is ultra good for my soul)
In light of my previous comments, this made me smile (and made me realise – again – how lucky I am to have a ‘co-worker’). Image from Pinterest.
Over on ‘the Heir to Blair‘, ‘Blair’ introduced an interesting discussion about ‘working mums’ and ‘stay at home mums’. By these definitions I am a ‘stay at home mum’, which is neither here nor there because it has never been necessary for me to identify with either term. But I think that identifying with a term can help in the day-to-day ordinariness of life – it gives us boundaries and identity – it helps us know where we fit. On the whole I imagine that such ‘labels’ are used primarily for that purpose – not as a reflection of anyone else’s life or their choices.
But it did demonstrate, again, how we can be our own worst enemies, can’t we?
Why do we need to compare our lives and our choices to others? Why do we feel the need to justify them? Why does labelling yourself as a ‘stay at home mum’ have to bother a ‘working mum’? Or vice versa?
It is hard enough, and tiring enough, and perpetually disheartening enough, without feeling like we are competing with every other mother out there. Let’s give our selves a break, hey?