When I lived in Los Angeles, Counting Crows were very much a part of my life from the guy singing on the car stereo to the guy next to me in the bar. Unlike some, who consider their style of music depressing, I find their music reviving. The way Adam sang about the rain all the time was the first thing that got me into them and in turn is what made me like him as a person. The rain can be code for so many things, life, renewal, pain. To me it's everything. My favorite CC song is Goodnight Elisabeth, whenever I hear it I have so many good memories flood back - "if you wrap yourself in daffodils, I will wrap myself in pain, and if you're the queen of California, baby I am the king of the rain"... "Elisabeth" was sunshine to his rain. A bright light for his darkest days. It's raining here today and to many it would be dreary, to me it brings hope of a new tomorrow. New flowers in the garden, new puddles for the children to jump in. A better life ahead and beautiful memories of yesterday. One of my best memories from LA was one night when a group of us drove out to Joshua Tree to watch the biggest meteor storm I'd ever seen. We drank bourbon and eggnog and lay on flatbed trucks for hours staring up at thousands of falling stars. I phoned my Mum in Scotland at what must have been 4am my time and I remember I was in tears I was so happy at being able to experience something so amazing. Mother Nature is truly awesome. I saw these wonderful photographs taken by storm chasers Mike Hollingshead and Eric Nguyen - to me they managed to capture the hidden beauty in these powerful storms that others so rarely get to experience in person.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Italian author Cesare Pavese famously said "We do not remember days, we remember moments." I find this to be the case more so now I have children than ever before. Those Mothers who write their babies every move in baby books so the exact date Junior first spat out peas are beyond me. I cherish the simple things. Just now it's the way Liliana looks at me when I'm feeding her. Her small bird like eyes bright and alive darting from my left to right eyes, never breaking her glances until she falls asleep in a milk-drunken stupor. I love the way her skin is so soft like silk, I can't stop kissing her chubby cheeks. And I love how looking at her brings back the moments from the other children's early life. There are so many similarities in the way she looks at me, her big nose, her fluffy chicken hair. I'm in a good place right now albeit a very sleepy one!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens
I think this captures this year very well. I love Spring, and everything that goes with it. When I was a child Spring meant new ducklings and chickens to play with. Tiny bunnies would appear in the garden, ready to eat my mothers newest seedlings. In the surrounding farmland calves and lambs danced in the bright daylight. This year for us it means a tiny bundle of joy to cuddle and the prospect of more happiness to come everyday as our baby grows. For me - today brings feelings of excitement over the year to come and all it will bring.
Veeramuthu Kalimuthu - who while awaiting his number 1 train in Manhattan last Friday saw a man fall onto the tracks. He immediately jumped onto the tracks, pulled the unconscious man up to the platform where others helped get him to safety. Kalimuthu then ran back across the tracks to catch his train.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
The first few years of a childs life are so full of magic and excitement. I am blessed to share every special moment with my two and three year old. Whether it's my son singing song after song and creating elaborate adventure stories with his trains or my daughter hugging her dolly with her eyes shut as if there were never a love more real, every second is heaven to me. There's no better time for me than early mornings, when they pile into our bed with their various cuddly toys, big hugs and echoes of "morning mummy". I would have thought now that I'm nursing night and day and existing on a few hours of broken sleep, I would be less enthralled in their comings and goings - but somehow it all seems more dreamlike. Having my husband home this week to share these memories has made everything in life seem just right. The first week home with my newborn has me excited for what she'll bring to our family. I am totally in awe of her already, and thankfully her siblings adore her! Holding her tiny body with her knees drawn tight to her stomach and staring at her teeny pudgy face is all I need to remind myself that every ache and pain and the lack of sleep is completely worth it.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
So I'll start by saying that we don't watch TV in this house. But for some reason I'm hooked on American Idol. I make my husband download it so I can watch it late at night while he kills bad guys on Halo. Maybe it's because Simon Cowell reminds me of my elder brother so much, and I need something to cling to at this late stage of pregnancy, but I'm loving it. It was the guys tonight. Until now I had 2 favorites - Jason Castro and Michael Johns. Jason is this absolutely beautiful young 20 yr old guy with a face that wouldn't look out of place in pre-raphaelite paintings. He comes across as very shy, timid and awkward, which could go against him, but he has the voice of an angel. Unique and empowering. Michael is everything I love about Ozzy blokes. He reminds me so much of my Australian friends back home in the UK, and sings in the same strong tones Michael Hutchinson did. I think he has a strong chance of winning. So those were my two. Then tonight, David Cook did one of the most amazing interpretations of a song I've ever heard. He took Lionel Richies "Hello" - and put an awesome rock spin on it. It was simply stunning. Here's the link courtesy of your friendly neighborhood youtube ;)