I
have done some renovating and renamed my blog.
What I always hoped this blog would be is something positive, something
where the usual daily complaints could take a back seat, a place where I could
find the best of something, whether I enjoyed that thing or not. I hope the new name conveys that vibe.
The
photo-header was taken during an early morning walk on Long Island in the Whitsundays
in Queensland. We holidayed there
several years ago, a much needed break from our hectic lives. We had a blissful few days exploring the
island, lazing by the pool between stints at the buffet, and basically doing as
little as possible until we were advised to evacuate ahead of a tropical
cyclone. The next three days, thanks to
bad advice, were a nightmare.
It’s
hard for me to look back on that holiday and remember the great stuff, the
positive, because by the time we got home I was more stressed than when we left. I was so relieved when our plane touched down
in Melbourne I nearly cried. Yet if I
choose to, I can remember many wonderful things: Wallabies feeding right
outside our room at dusk, watching a sea turtle swim under the jetty, bats
taking flight in the evening, singing karaoke with my daughter (oh, the joy of
knowing you’ll never see those people again), an awesome massage, morning
strolls along the beach and many more great memories.
As the daughter of an infernal, er, I mean, eternal optimist, I know
that good can always be discovered hiding behind the bad.
My
favourite memory of our holiday on Long Island:
Reading The Forest of Hands and
Teeth by Carrie Ryan outside our room as we waited for the kids to fall
asleep each night. Zombie novels and
tropical islands might seem an odd mix, but have you ever heard a coconut fall
off a tree in the dark beyond the porch light?
The Unconsecrated are never alone. You are...
