today is a day of zen.

we are having a sunday.

what does that mean asks Greg?

well… Jess and I look at each other.

we are weeding around the east verandah and kitchen steps the common entry to our house.

it was overgrown and fat with leeches. the asparagus is running away and hosting snails.

the rue was engulfed in giant grasses.

it wasnt on our to do list for any day but we started and now it is zenned.

so to Greg we say Sunday is the day to rest to play to do your own thing, to let go of jobs, to eat and cuppa, to read and laugh, to be quiet and reflect, to give thanks for all the other days of the week in which you have been busy.

and this week has been sooo busy.

have a break today babes Jess says to him.

he stands firm. I want to keep on with the ‘cupboard’.

On monday John and Greg began work on a storage cupboard /wardrobe/ bookshelf in Jess and Greg’s bedroom which used to be Elsie Roses room which used to be ‘the girls room’.

it is remarkable how they have taken a plan a family discussion and  turned it into a wall of  shelves that divides the room effectively separating the bedroom space from the studio.

and now john is still in his jammies and lightly snoring on the couch.

Greg is putting the shelves up, baby is asleep in my bed along with a zillion teddy bears. Jess is into one of  her photo projects.

today is the first day we have seen blue sky and sunshine, the forest glistens after the drenching.

and sunday is the day for pikelets for elevenses.

blackberry jam and cream, maple syrup and mango, coffee tea.

talking of the play Blackbird we saw last night at the Murrah.

and it was good but; has left me wondering this, do 12-year-old girls really lust after middle-aged men?

before puberty has grabbed her hormones and rattled them around the body and confused the mind

is she really into the older man? Or is this just a male fantasy?

I did note that the play had been written by a man .

and so I ask my 12 year self and my daughters 12-year-old selves and other friends 12-year-old selves .

so far  they shudder and recoil with distaste but can remember a ‘boy’ in the same year or  at high school who they  were keen on.

or  they were  focused in their own world  and boy girl stuff had not emerged.

some fantasies are like leeches sucking the blood of truth from reality.

I would  choose a reality where 12 year old females are allowed to be undefined by the sexual ideas of the male mind.

and yeah leeches have their place  but I can weed and reduce the chances of them  hanging around our doorway.

just like  ideas can be challenged before they take root in our  belief system.