Curate.

I purposely sent this guy off to pre-school photos looking like this. The world needs more shaggy-haired, untamed wild boys.

As soon as I took that photo, he caught sight of the bird seed behind Buddha and leapt over to grab it.

BIRDSEEEEED!

(We have since changed the bird feeder location.)

Underneath Buddha is bugs and webs and split wood. I like it.

Later we went for a drive and I looked up the sky.

So many messages in there! The whole time our stepdad Jim was dying, and the weeks afterward, my sisters and mum kept finding solace in the sky. Like it knew, and was on our side.

I noticed we were driving past the local crematorium and there was a funeral taking place. So that sky wasn't for me. It was for somebody else.

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My last post made it onto Schmutzie's Five Star Friday,  along with some other killer posts, like this one from the Trephine. One of the best pieces of online writing I've ever read ... ironically, about online writing itself:

"Frankly, if all I felt allowed to publicly discuss were my Bedazzler or my kid or my wedding or a television character, I would not be able to stop myself from poking my own eyes out with those cute striped straws everyone is using to drink everything. .. I consider the discussion of those topics, and only those topics, to be a disservice to society in the same way that displaying photos of skinny women, and only skinny women, is a disservice to society. 

My friend Karen from Rhythm and Method gave me a pep-talk email recently, after I told her my despondence about blogging and this whole online space and what it all means.

"It's your space, Eden. You can do what you want with it. You could post your favourite art works, broadcast your favourite YouTube videos. Curate your own space."

CURATE. Now there's a word.

I can't wait to read all of the Trephine's writing, so thank you Schmutzie, for doing Five Star Friday every week. (Nice curation, Schmutz.)

Thank you, SO much for the messages and comments on my last post. I didn't think about it too much or I would have chickened out. My mum wants to do a whole online nude calendar to raise money for charity. In her text: "Let's show the whole world our arses!" I love my mum.

Even my husband walked up to me and said it was a great blog post. He's never said that before. I expected him to just shake his head, but he loved it, started laughing.

"Yannow, if you bent over ... you could've been a mummy'o'blogger."