this week

my friend selene baked me a surprise birthday cake this week,
it was a chocolate wattleseed cake
sitting atop a plate she made, and decorated with some of the
gold candles i bought her when in london a few months ago . . .

my mum and dad always give me a birthday card with
an image of wattle on it, of course for a certain reason . . .
when they built their family home back in '68
they planted many natives around their garden
one of them was a wattle tree . . .
mum often tells the story of how it bloomed
for the first time, 4 years later, the week i was born . . .

even though selene and i have been friends for many many years
she didn't know this story,
but that's how life works sometimes . . .
the stories and beauties just sometimes collide
you just have to have your eyes and hearts open to see them . . .

as we all know the world can often feel like it's crowding in on us,
and our hearts can be heavy, our days long,
all of which i've felt a bit of late . . .
so i've felt very lucky this week to be surrounded and lifted up by
so many treasured people in my life, be they near or far . . .

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