The Willow Tree

Our last night with Kalinz and Luke, and my last chance to see little Willow for several months.  The next time we see her, she's going to have changed so much.  Preserving moments laced with laughter.  Love her so much.

Cute thought

Sometimes, it's nice to share a little cuteness, for no other reason other than cuteness sake.

Joon!

Bronte under the Willow Tree (little peak)

The last five days have brought with it a freshness that I have missed within my life.  I've always known that I was lucky, but these past few days have reaffirmed to me how blessed I am to have the people that I do in my life...the greatest part of it all though is that they are my cousins.  Inspiration can be found all around us, but there are few people that I look up to in life...my dear Kalinz is one of them.  I didn't need an older sister going through my journey, because she is it.  Watching her family grow, and mine just starting, nothing makes me brighter inside than the moments when we are all together. 
These are two of my favourite images from the weekend, and I really wanted to share them.  It's hard to keep something to yourself, when it makes you so warm with  happiness.
This is just a sneak peak of many more images from them to come.

Time

I glimpsed the back of Her head, as Time ran ahead of me.  Her hair trailed off within the wind behind her as the Sun raced along side Her steps.  A carefree intensity strums the air in Her wake.
If only I could ask her to sit down with me for a while, to watch the seconds sleep for a day or two.  We would lay on the ground and just gaze into the sky, watching the clouds retelling their stories.  How nice life would be, for a day or two.

This flowers force in stirring love

“Sit with your back to the sun,” he said.  “You strive to be brighter.  Mirrors never have great ideas.”

Night and silence. Fondness grows in the darkness of memories.

Dust

I am both He and She within the one body. 

I am both under and over within the same skin. 

I am both elated and wretched within the same bones. 

Both in here and in there, I stand as one. 

Living the same dream. 

Fighting the same battle. 

I am both yours and mine within the same bed.
Beneath the same covers.

Buried beneath the same fears

And uplifted by them.

Play that same song

When my bones are picked dry.

Rest me within the embrace of a combustible star

and beneath the shadow of your mountain.

Biennale

We had every intention to get ourselves to the next to final day of the Biennale at Cockatoo Island on Saturday, but the lines for the free ferry were nauseatingly long, and the parking meter was sickeningly short.  Instead, we made light of our day, and absorbed ourselves in what other delights the Biennale had to offer within the confines of the City.
And bless my parents for taking us to Via Napoli on Sunday as a celebratory birthday dinner for Dom and I.  With pizza that was equally as delicious as Lucio's and freshly made cake by Emily, it truly was the best way to end a great weekend.