Muitas vezes é difícil lembrarmo-nos de que no topo da nossa lista de prioridades, deveria estar o nosso próprio nome. Para darmos o nosso melhor, precisamos de estar no nosso melhor. Este post é só para vos lembrar (e a mim também) que é precisam de ser uma prioridade na vossa vida! Bom fim-de-semana, pessoas bonitas!
🔥 This is one of my favorite coffees of all time. Each year, @pilotcoffee
manages to get some of this privately-owned Ethiopian coffee they call Ana Sora, and it has yet to fail to impress.
🍓Not only is it impressive, it’s exceptional. The strawberry notes are unlike anything I’ve ever tasted in a coffee, and garnishing this iced americano with fresh local strawberries is the perfect compliment to this summer drink.
A Sumac Owl from our visit to the Indigenous rock carvings (petroglyphs) of the Ojibway (Nishnaabe) people. This was the second last one left as the artisan who carved it unfortunately past away this last winter.
The wood is sourced from Sumac trees and each piece is hand carved and unique. The design emphasizes the contrast of the bark pith and the wood grain.
M u m G u i l t • The boys have a day off school today and we are at the beach. The weather is perfect, the beach is quiet because it's a weekday, and I feel happier than a seagull with a stolen chip. Except for one thing. Mabel isn't here. It's her day at the childminder and I decided she'd still go, even though I'm not at my desk working. Even though I know she'd be having the time of her little life down here on the sand. Even though I've heard three babies cry out now and turned around instantly to find her. And I went to and fro about this all week, thinking I should just cancel and bring her with us - then turning full circle and deciding I'd keep the day booked. Because the thing is, these boys very rarely get a day with their mummy and daddy to themselves like the old days. They never complain that I'm always glued to a baby. They've never once objected to the little ball of chaos that joined our world 21 months ago and made trips to the beach infinitely more difficult - and i came to the conclusion that they deserve this day. They deserve a day without their little sister knocking over their sandcastles the second they reveal them or having a tantrum and prompting an early retreat home, even though their moat isn't yet filled with water. And it's been really, really lovely having them all to ourselves. I've sat back on our beach mat and watched them for hours, their sweet little brother dynamic, their funny chat as they dig holes, their decision to name a seagull approaching our sandwiches 'Derek' and then yelling 'GO AWAY DEREK' as they chase him up the beach. I know it was the right decision to give them this time today - and I've decided I'm going to do it every now and again during the summer holidays too, because it makes life so much easier for days out. But that doesn't stop me wishing she was here in her frilled swimsuit, bossing around her brothers with a face full of sand. I miss her. We all miss her, I think 👧🏼☀️
When you can see the open horizons of Alentejo from your own place... this was such a dream house (plus, not in the picture, a lovely swimming pool on the right, which is just perfect for alentejo weather during summer!). I remember arriving home the following day and thinking that I would love to have a summer house in Alentejo. The smell in the air is just sweeter and it’s my absolute favorite area in Portugal!
Есть такие люди которые вечно будут пропитаны ребячеством, духом протеста, наивностью. И честное слово — это прекрасно. Однако, и они не могут устоять перед лавиной реалий.
Обидно осознавать, что мы больше не те. Больно осознавать, что наши мечты больше не что-то доброе, что можно вместить в письме к Деду Морозу. Тоскливо, что нельзя больше шагать по улицам беззаботно, вот так как прежде.
До ужаса, хочется залезть к себе во внутрь, и вытащить из себя то доброе и светлое, что источали наши глаза. Выпотрошить в совершенстве, и выбросить на свалку весь цинизм. //