moonlighting in la la land.

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Since September, it’s rained a lot which is unusual for the Wild West.   I’ve been in my own la la land.  I’ve been moonlighting in Paris & Rome with relics of my friends the saints. 

St. Catherine Laboure
I’ve been picking flowers, planting more and watching others bloom or die. 


 I’ve been dealing with some important family issues.  While the elder two are at university studying history and nursing,   we’ve  been engrossed in our study of the Human body and the Middle Ages.  For pre- primary and year 4, we are using the rather fabulous project pack: Knight Games which is a ready to assemble hands on unit approach lapbook from In the Hands of a Child (complete review coming soon). 


Miss five who swears mushrooms taste exactly like eyeballs, has been busy illustrating a book of her narrations.  This term we are using Aesop’s Fables along side IEW’s Primary Arts of Language: writing, for the story summary section.


I’ve been absent from my blog, yet present in my life.  I’ve been at the beach with ten kids for ten days.  


I’ve been drinking copious amounts of espressos and introduced to a new drink which has a sweet taste: cold brew coffee.  The last 6 months have been played like the song which was written by Geoff Mack and made popular by Lucky star.  The one which Hank Snow, Johnny Cash and my own dear mum sang,  I’ve been everywhere man!  And now all of a sudden, it’s Lent which means my favourite colour purple is used liturgically. 


Our youngest son often talks about Jesus dying on the cross.  He wears a basketball shirt everyday.  He makes sure he practices shooting hoops.  He acts like the point guard.  He never gives up, he keeps score even when he’s misses the basket time and again.    He also searches for rosary beads or priestly stole from our Montessori mass kit constantly, to drape around his shoulders like he’s putting on his armour to fight the good fight.  He thought I was asleep in the featured photo.



I explained to him I was just closing my eyes yet I was wide awake.

As a child, we don’t want to miss anything, our eyes are wide open, we need help with filtering what’s good for them and what isn’t.   I realised, as an adult, I close my eyes a lot.   I close them to sleep yes, It maybe Ash Wednesday with sushi for dinner made by miss eight, but I’m not a fish right? 


However much I’d like to catch more shut eye, I’m not writing about sleep.  I close my eyes when I received the ashes on my forehead this morning. I closed them when I received Our Lord in holy communion.  I close them when I hear bad news and beg for God’s help.  I close them when I hear good news and thank God for His blessings. I close them when I think of the hidden past and of the bright future.  I close them to cry.  I close them if I’m in pain, and during the shower as the water massages my aging face.  I close my eyes in my Pilates class to concentrate on finding my core again which I’m sure I left back on a trampoline somewhere over east along with my pelvic floor! I even close them at the movies, in the shops or elsewhere to avoid sin.  I’m a visual person so I often have to look away. I’ve been trying to breathe more the presence of God in each facet of my life. I’m doing a Marian consecration using the book True devotion to Mary by St. Louis de Montford and  I’m closing my eyes where I can so I can focus. This has had me feel the need to close Instagram  over lent so I’m not distracted.

On the flip side, I must not close my eyes when I shouldn’t. With proper guidance,  I need to be like the little child and have them wide open.  I’m able to see better where my temptations lie.  I want to keep my eyes wide open when they need to be. So I can see what kind of  wife I need to be to the actual love of my life, my husband, who is suddenly growing a distinguished beard!  I hope to truly see what our children’s needs are for food requirements, discipline or one on one time. I pray to see more clearly, when Mount Mumma (that would be volcanic me) is about to blow and why.  I can see I’m often too proud and need to eat humble pie, frequently.  I can see the Word of God in my minds eye and how it resonances in my life.  I can see that I needed my reading of the Bible to be more spiritually contemplative this year, rather than a scripture study, so I purchased Catholic Women’s Devotional Bible and made it my New Year’s resolution to read it everyday.   I purchased a Protestant Tyndale bible journal and I can see how I enjoy sketching.  I can see our house needs more clearing out of things we don’t need, things which aren’t our favourite which collect dust.   By the current readings of the mass, I can see who my true friends are and that I need to be able to spot my enemies.  I can see I need to love them all.


My findings have been that when you are searching to live a life of intention, you must say yes to the Holy Spirit like Our Lady did.  During this lent, I’m going to commit to looking after myself better so that I can do my job properly.  Mothering is very important and it requires focus.  With work must also come adequate rest.  What is God asking of me? Is there anything I’m not seeing which needs to be addressed this Lent? I must be like the point guard in basketball.  A point guard (PG),  is one of the five positions in a regulation basketball game. He or she is  perhaps the most specialized role of any position. They are expected to run the team’s offense by controlling the ball and making sure that it gets to the right players at the right time.  Above all, the point guard must totally understand and accept their coach’s game plan.  A point guard, like other player positions in basketball, specializes in certain skills. A point guard’s primary job is to facilitate scoring opportunities for his/her team, or sometimes for themselves. This involves setting up plays on the court, getting the ball to the teammate in the best position to score, and controlling the tempo of the game. A point guard should know when and how to instigate a fast break and when and how to initiate the more deliberate sets. Point guards are expected to be vocal floor leaders. A point guard needs always to have in mind the times on the shot clock and the game clock, the score, the numbers of remaining timeouts for both teams, etc.  A point guard primarily defends on the perimeter, just as he primarily plays on the perimeter on offense. On defense, the point guard is tasked with making the opposing point guard as ineffective as possible. A defensive point guard will try to accomplish this with constant pressure on the ball, making it difficult to maintain possession. A defensive point guard will also pressure opponents in passing lanes in an attempt to generate steals and scoring opportunities for his team’ (Wikipedia – the role of the point guard) .  Do I value my role? Could I improve on a few things this lent? 

During Lent, I can see my inner self, a reflection in God’s eye.  What I will offer up? what I will do more of is personal and up to me.  I’ll play my part over the next forty days to examine my conscience, which should enable me to pick up my cross and carry it, like the one traced on my forehead.  I close my eyes to remember the ashes I’m made of and to contemplate the passion.  I will follow the Lord.  I’ve  somewhat adapted the words of Johnny Nash,

I can see clearly now the rain is gone

I can see all obstacles in my way

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind

It’s gonna be a bright (bright)

Bright (bright) purple- filled day

It’s gonna be a bright (bright)

Bright (bright) purple-filled day.

Lent is a time to pray, fast, make changes, set good habits, live intentionally, deny oneself receive grace, so you can be on guard, stay wide awake and bloom for Jesus like the flowers in the springtime which needed the rain,

Leah 🌿

P.s if you haven’t given up movies for lent, then I recommend Mom’s Night Out for a hilarious laugh and some great truths about mamahood.  

Confessions of a jam addict

I have confession today, down the road with an authorised priest for the purpose of obtaining forgiveness.  It’s where I confess my actual sin.  There are two types of actual sin, venial and mortal. 

 Venial – a less serious offence against the law of God.  Some venial sins are deliberate.  They displease God.  Some are not deliberate.  They are committed through fear or without thinking. If we do our best to improve, Our Lord is pleased.  A sin can be venial in two ways.  Firstly, when the evil done is not seriously wrong.  Secondly, when the evil done is seriously wrong; the sinner sincerely believes it is only slightly wrong, or does not give full consent.  

 Mortal – a grevious offence against The law of God.  Three things are necessary  to make sins mortal.  Firstly, the thought, desire, action, word or omission, must be seriously wrong or considered seriously wrong.  Secondly, the sinner must know it is seriously wrong. Thirdly, the sinner must consent to it.  

To Make a good confession, I must admit to my sins, tell the truth and leave nothing out.  These are the chief qualities of a good confession.   It’s freeing to know ones sins.  It does not get me down.  I am human, I am bound to commit them, yet I will not let them bind my life.  I don’t like the way they make me feel.  The same with sugar. I don’t feel good after eating it. I feel sick.

Why do I go to confession frequently? Because I know it’s good for me.  Do I think I’m holier than anyone? No, not at all. In fact, it helps me when I’m feeling depressed.  It cleanses my soul.  It helps with my struggles. It helps me know myself.  I may never get rid of some of my addictions, but I won’t give up fighting against them. Confession is a sacrament.  What’s a sacrament?  A sacrament is an outward sign of inward grace.  

One eats good food for our bodies right? Well the sacarament of communion where a catholic receives the body and blood soul and divinity of our lord Jesus Christ is food for ones soul.  We drink kombucha for vitamins and probiotics.  Well consider the sacrament of confession medicine for ones soul.  I was addicted to sugar.  Addictions keep us from Really living.  I used to be addicted to sugar. I love jam! However, there is so much sugar in jam! I wanted to make a decision which changed my life.  I wanted to cut out the bad things. So, I cut out sugar. When I cut out the sugar, I seriously had more control over other failings.  

Make sense?

Make sugar-free jam?

Recipe for organic berry and chia jam (organic berries don’t have pesticides. If you are trying to change to organic, start with berries.  Non organic have a tonne of spray, I was told by a farmer, you can’t ever get rid of it.  Not even by washing them through a dishwasher! Yikes. 

1 cup of organic berries, fresh or frozen.

1-2 tablespoons of rice malt.

2 tablespoons of chia seeds.

Place all ingredients into a saucepan with 2 tablespoons of water, and blend with a stick blender, or leave as is. Heat pan over a medium heat until he mixture begins to bubble. Reduce the heat and stir until thickened.   Store in an airtight container for a week or freeze for up to a few months. 

I confess, this jam doesn’t last long in our house.


Go easy on yourself if you desire to give up sugar. It takes time, if you fall off the wagon,  forgive yourself and get back.  Don’t be disheartened.  It’s a journey.  You might feel a little nervous about admitting any addictions.  Can you talk to someone you trust about it? This post is not about judgement, no human can judge another.  But our struggles or habits with food, can have a domino affect with our struggle in our souls.  For me, I know the two were linked.  Do I still struggle? Absolutely, but I’m aware of my struggles and that’s the difference.   

You may wonder, if I  ever get nervous about confession? Yes, I do Sometimes.  Only because Old hairy legs doesn’t want me to go.  Who’s that? Me in the winter yes, but old hairy legs is another name I call satan. He knows there’s grace involved.  He doesn’t want me to receive it.  He wants me to forget that it’s totally private, it’s Jesus himself not just a man.  When I leave the confessional, I leave all my sins behind. I feel so relieved after it.  I say my penance and make reparation.  I say sorry to who ever I need to.  Is it humbling? Absolutely. Freedom is in forgiveness.  Asking for forgiveness is humbling.  Without humility, we can not be like little children who need their loving Heavenly Father.  A child needs to be able to trust they can tell their parent anything. I confess I’m sometimes afraid in life, but trust He is with me in everything.  As an adult, I don’t fear God, I fear living without Him and because of that I desire to please him and do my utmost best not to sin again and eat sugar-free jam forever with Him in heaven.

Love Leah🌿

The heavens opened


Today we celebrated an important feast day, a holy day of obligation.  Which is to be treated like a Sunday mass, where a catholic must attend.  The littlest boy insisted on wearing his basketball singlet over his dinosaur shirt as he does daily.

The ‘assumption or falling asleep’ of the Blessed Virgin Mary.  Where at the end of her earthly life, she ascended into heaven, body & soul.  This dogma was defined since 1950 by Pope Pius XII.   

Many assume that Catholics worship Mary.  This is far from the truth.

We love her like a child loves his mother.

We wish to imitate her because she served the Lord completely, never straying from her son’s side when others abandoned Him.

We have statues of her not because they are idols, but because they are tangible reminders of her and because cameras were not invented. 

We call her our mother because at the cross, Jesus told St. John she was and I believe in His word.

I pray for her intercession, to help me in my motherhood to love Jesus and my children like she does.

We celebrated by eating egg smash bowls (slow cooked root plants, from last nights left overs mashed with butter) and kombucha for brunch.  We planned that after piano lessons, for the afternoon we would then headed off to fossick amongst the rocks, splash in the salt water with friends who couldn’t gather up at our usual homeschooling day.  The heavens opened as we shared a gluten free, organic dark chocolate slice (biscuit dough pushed down and baked in a tray instead of rolled into balls and pushed down as a biscuit.  It turns out like a brownie) which our 12 year old baked.  For a short but sweet time, a mere few mumma friends in the hood and I sipped warm drinks under the shelter of some peppermint trees.

Heading home, we thanked God for 7 things that we were grateful for.  Something that struck me from a recent post over at Thehomeschoolmomblog.wordpress.com as our 5 year old seemed to be intent on seeing all the things she did not have, rather than the things she did.  Tomorrow, I am looking forward to hearing all of the things my girls and Boy are grateful for.  Our 2 year old even piped in and clearly said “Thank you God for dinosaurs and basketballs”  


Amen to that and happy feast day!

Leah 🌿🌹

A life of intention bound by love and maybe coffee


I’ve sipped the last drop of my bullet proof coffee.

John Coltrane Melodies dance in the sunlight as I read a little of the book ‘Organizing for the spirit’ which is by internationally recognised professional organiser Sunny Schlenger.

How can we Organise better the ‘stuff’ in our lives?

We need to shift our perspective.

Do you wish to be Martha or Mary? 

Sure, we need to clean and organise, run the kids around, live in this busy world but not of it.  

What do I mean by not being of the world? I mean not attached to it, our things, our life, our people.

 Like Christ,  we are just passing by.  This walk of life is the beginning of a journey, one that lives intentionally with God’s will in mind, dying to ourself, so that when we pass we can actually start to live!  

God does not say, “In exchange for your own heart, I will give you a will of pure spirit”.  No, He gives us a heart, a human heart, like Christ’s.  I don’t have one heart for loving God and another for loving people.  I love Christ and the father, the Holy Spirit and our Lady with the same heart with which I love my family, my friends. I shall never tire of repeating this.  We must be very human, for otherwise we cannot be divine’. Josemaria Escriva, Christ is passing by.

Living a life of intention where we are not bound by ‘our own stuff’.  

Where we are not bound by anything.  

Where we can be family because of our love not our blood.

Where we can love each other as brother and sister.  Because the same people who we live with on earth are going to be the same people we will live with forever in heaven!

Where we say we’re going to do something, we are men of our word, we follow through, we do it!

We’re we have no regrets.  Like not seeing your dear friend who has now passed.  Where we say goodbye to another moving on because we said we would. Where we hurt as we let people go because we need to.  Where we learn from our mistakes, ask for forgiveness, forgive others and move on.

It’s good to let our food ferment because it’s better for our bodies.  

I made cream cheese by hanging it in a tea towel and letting the whey drain away to be used in mayonnaises later on.

The jam is sugar free by slow cooking organic berries with chia seeds on the stove.

The sour dough toast which is from the shop, is a rare, once in a blue moon treat for me and because I forgot to make myself a protein batter bowl last night. 

Preparing good food is important. Working in my kitchen is good. But listening to God is better.

So let it not be said that we didn’t listen to God and put our love into action.
‘It isn’t what we say or think that defines us, but what we do’ Jane Austen.

The melodies have stopped, the sun has risen and it’s time to get on with the day. But more coffee first. 

I intend on getting some things done this week that I said I would do, you pray for me and I’ll pray for you!

Blessings this Sunday,
Leah πŸŒΏβ˜•οΈπŸŒΉ

Fermented blessings


(Previously shrineon.me.)

So starting from scratch and to cut a long flower story short, on this blog, you’ll read simple little stories of our life.  Because years ago, when I realised the importance of simple things.  The healing began.  God heals  my soul through frequent confession and my gut through gluten & sugar free living.

I’ll be posting about these lifestyle changes and other blessings in my life.  How I embrace grey hair, Catholicism and homeschooling.  What it’s like to be a mum of a toddler who wrecks our house, but has blessed our lives.  Not to mention, living with kids in university.   I’m trying to live the little things.  

Though my grandmother died when she was a young mum.  She has always been present in my life.  I’ve out lived her, as has my favourite father, his sister and her grandchildren.  Her stomach and bowel issues claimed her life.  However, I have prayed to her forever and I believe that God has helped me through her intercession.  Grandmothers know best!

Apart from getting married and having children, the next best thing I did in life was going gluten free and cutting out refined sugar. I recently purchased the book by Sarah Wilson ‘simplicious’ from target.  This is what inspired me to start a fresh blog on all my musings.  Thanks Sarah! 

Some of the content I knew, however, I love how it felt like home to me.  I was familiar with certain aspects through my qualifications in business catering.  Also because my favourite mother, brought us up with a very mindful manner not just in faith, but with an alternative and wholelistic point of view when it came to health. (You will spot my parents who shall be named Darby & Joan commenting from time to time on this little blog of my musings, because they are my greatest supporters 😊😘) However, the greatest thing I love about this book is the fact that it inspired me not to waste.  Don’t waste time, don’t waste money, don’t waste good food!  

So this is where it begins, with all things that matter to me.  God first! Bullet proof coffee second! πŸ˜‰ My marriage second, my children, their souls and their education, what we eat, my friends, my garden, my books and all the kombucha & coffee we can make together.

You can follow me on Instagram @leahshouse where I love snapping at my kids, I mean photos of what I’ve had for breakfast and the only two spells I like, ones of a floral kind and teaching my kids how to.  I also love to ramble about my book finds @leahslittlewords.  

I like to pray for my friends including you and ask if you could spare one in return.  For now I hope you can catch this batch of fermented blessings I’m throwing your way from my little house to yours.

Remember,

God loves ya!

Leah πŸŒΏπŸŒΉβ˜•οΈ