Alone in the Expanse
Expanse: a large, open area of land, water or sky. (Cambridge Dictionary)
Something happens to me when I visit my family’s farm in the Wheatbelt. As we drive away from the outskirts of Perth and into the beautiful green of the Chittering Valley, my shoulders slowly, incrementally begin to release their seemingly boundless tension. We may or may not stop at the Bindoon Bakehaus for a predictably delicious afternoon tea. As we drive further along the Great Northern Highway the scenery tends to become more dominated by the red brown dust I grew up with. The eucalyptus trees frame the highway, as do the endless reflectors guiding the nighttime traveller. Usually there is a sense of relief when we arrive; it is, after all, a drive with small children (let the reader understand). Hugs from Mum and Dad; excitement from the kids; dinner is already cooked for us to eat. Sweet relaxation for me. For a few brief days, the weight of caregiving is partially taken from me and happily lifted by the grandparents who do breakfast, who read Bible stories, who listen to the stories and the requests and cuddle the baby.
The Garden
In my heart you planted a seed,
Save it from the thorns and weeds.
Make it grow, make it grow.
Everything I Do
Everything I do accommodates two
From the coffee I pour in the morning
To the seven extra mugs in my drawer
To the spare camping chair
Tucked in the footwell beneath the door
And the extra van keys
Weakness at 34 Weeks
There comes a stage in pregnancy—the waddle stage I like to call it—where women who have been there before may just ask you: ‘how are you going?’ They give you a smile, they look you in the eye, and if it happens then you feel seen. And loved.
They know that you are probably not feeling at your all-time best. Probably you get tired just by standing up and existing for a period of time. Probably your pelvic floor is not as functional as it could be. Probably picking up your toddler is becoming problematic. Possibly you are turning the corner towards the home stretch and starting to think that maybe birth is not so bad because at the end the baby is on the outside at last!
Well, that’s what I’m thinking at least.
Canoeing Down the River
Canoeing down the river
Gentle current moves me.
Ebbing, flowing water
And sunlight, all surrounding.
And as I go
I’m leaving places,
Tearfully farewelling faces,
But the still, small voice,
He gently whispers,
“It’s time to let go”.
Grief Walks With Me
I walk with grief and grief walks with me
sometimes I swim in it
I’m stuck
Drowning
Stuck in these feelings that I can’t reconcile
Between the what I have and what’s to come
Sorrow blossoming into empathy and compassion
Able to hold others sorrow
While learning to live amongst my own