My head is full after two days of PD. I spent a whole car trip in silence out of sheer mental overload. I don't even remember the last time I had no radio or iPod playing in the car...possibly never! But I love the fullness too. I love using my brain for things outside my domestic sphere and I adore presenters who go a million miles an hour while I madly scribble notes. Happy place :)
My stomach is also uncomfortably full because I persist in drinking a cup of tea after my dinner. I'm on a 'listen to the full feeling' kick at the moment and it's interesting how often I'm eating, or drinking tea, on autopilot past the point of satisfaction. How lucky I am to have to try to limit the amount of food I eat, rather than hope I might have something to eat. A friend has come up with an ingenious idea for a group of us girls to share our incomes to support a project that empowers girls somewhere else in the world. I am thinking of them tonight as I experience the unpleasantness of fullness. I hope to have an income next year so I can contribute something I have actually worked for. I have the coolest friends, I tell ya.
I leave you with an abundance of flowers, including some everlastings, as promised. I must make mention of the electric blue leschenaultia. So much of the western australian bush is, let's be honest, kinda drab in colour. I love it, I do, but I also love the crazy vibrance of some of our wildflowers. If only it wasn't such a fusspot to grow in the home garden.
