Stumbling block

Last week I made a decision. A decision that I believed was right for me. I still believe that it is the right decision, it's just that the decision has implications and these implications make me afraid. Afraid.. Is that the right word...? I'm not sure. That's the point I'm not sure that I can pull this off.

The stumbling block. I always stumb my toe on it. I come so far and then I stop and hold my breath. I don't leap back. I don't shield my face. I just suspend myself.

What does this achieve? Although intellectually I know that the suspension is unproductive and to wait in limbo may jeopardise the opportunites that lay ahead; it is the soul that deliberates. Why? because I'm scared that what I want will eventuate and then I'll either: rejoice because my hearts' desire exceeded my expectations; rejoice because the desire has come to fruition and is manageable; or be disillusioned because I choose the wrong destiny and I feel unhappy with my choices.

How do I get around this block? How do I open my eyes and stop myself from tripping up on the stumbling block? This time I know the elephant is in the room and this time I need to walk straight forward into the unknown.

Be honest.

Be afraid.

Be.

In order to be all you want to be beyond this moment
Be.

Suz's 39th B'day

Happy Birthday Suz

Keep true to your dreams.

On that one day in September we all remember and footie becomes a part of every Aussie's livingroom; Suzie's family and friends gathered together at Mike and Ang's house in East St Kilda to celebrate her 39th Birthday.

As St Kilda and Geelong trashed it out in the bitter cold and rain for the Grand Final Cup, the children frolicked in fairy costumes, the men tended to the barbie and the girls drank wine and ate cake.

A gorgeous celebration, for a gorgeous woman.

Thirty-9 candles

Aperture f:22 Shutter speed: 1/4

Snapshot of Jules

A sleepy start to the day, followed by a sunset walk along my local beach

Enjoying this moment

and hope in the next

Mid morning in Acland Street, St Kilda and the morning Age

French toast drowned in mascapone, banana and maple syrup with a swig of coffee

Healthy (?) creative & brave

Unruly blond soft curls (curled in a fashion) into a casual chignon and fixed with a blood red rose

True blue slim jeans, black delicate wrap, leather jacket, Firenze boots and Bouvier jewels

A douse of pink gloss

A delivery to ACU of long, long stem roses; pale yellow, pale pink and variegated pink and cream
Feeling truly happy & blessed

Naturally dreaming of someone special to share the present, talk about the past and plan the future with

..but in the interim - this is pretty good

Believing in the future
my future

I pinching myself

&
wonder

do i dare to dream...?

Afterwork Moscato at sunset at The European and dinner at Florentino's, Melbourne
Smiles, dalliance, chatter and laughter

Life is good

I wonder where life will lead me this time next year?

Dream BIG

According to Michael Flynne, "If you can dream it, you can do it. Dream big".

Courage to fly

through one door towards the window.

Ballarat Foto Biennial

(above)

Kara Rasmanis b. Melbourne

"Unlocking the secrets of flight"

Multimedia

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(below)

Chia N-Lofqvist

Chia & Hans

"Cracked Roses"

Tricolor Carbon

(above)

Max Boschini, Italia b 1973

Mauro Manuini, Italia b 1968

"The Step"

C-Print

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(below)

Samantha Everton, Australia b.1971

"Solitude"

Pigment on cotton rag

Although it wasn't Venice or Lucca, the 2nd Ballarat Foto Biennial was engaging and provided us with a wonderful education on various traditional and contemproary photography techniques. Inspirational and refreshing.

Bouvier

Rescue

Brighton style

An issue of concern

Tomorrow I have to go into hospital for an operation under general anesthesia. I'm not anxious about the procedure, but I hope that in time, I'll begin to feel ok again. The lethargy, constant fatigue, aching limbs and general listlessness by the end of the day and week is frustrating. Lately, I've had to stop cross training and cycling - there just isn't enough energy to do everything my mind intends.

Coming from me, this all sounds crazy, especially since it wasn't that long ago that I was cycling 400km over two days, working full time night duty and completing my Masters.

Where did that Jules go? Why am I feeling like this? How long have I been feeling like this? When will I feel better again?

This is what concerns me.

One step closer

This afternoon I walked away from the Department of Foreign Affairs, knowing that I was a step closer to realising my dream.

Nest

Nest (definition)...where birds of a feather flock together and great ideas are hatched

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Inspired by Monash University's Department of Fine Arts & Design

dreaming & planning

a play on ideas

anatomy studies in Florence, Lucca, Pisa, Prato & Siena

muses

a scholarship

working creatively until late in a dim lit studio

a haven

youth

inspiration

a new journey

another opportunity

...endless possibilities