January - Deep winter snow in Vienna, Austria
February - Slow sunrise in Frankfurt, Germany
March - Celebrating Carnivale in Cologne, Germany
April - Late snowfall on the Austrian Alps
May - Early Spring sunshine in Berlin, Germany
June - Catching some morning rays on our balcony in Berlin, Germany
July - welcome Emilia!
August - Father of the bride, Vienna Austria
September - Wandering the streets with babe in arms, Berlin Germany
October - Another reunion; this time with kids in tow
November - Goodbye Berlin, Hello Canberra!
December - the beginning of a long summer, Bateman's Bay, Australia
I think at some stage this year I decided that my 2011 word was going to be rhythm. On reflection I couldn't have chosen a word that would less reflect my year in any way shape or form. Pregnancy, finishing work, having a baby and then making the momentus decision to move back to Australia was not exactly condusive to finding an easy rhythm in which to wander through life. There were moments when it seemed as if I'd just tackled one hurdle only to see another, even larger challenge, looming up ahead. Rhythm seemed an elusive concept present only in other people's lives. And yet.
And yet you could perhaps argue that there is rhythm in even the most staccato'd work, that even the most modern of melodies has a rhythm if you allow the music to flow over and around you and let it seep into your pores. And so if I stop thinking for a few moments and forget about the to-ing and fro-ing, if I just close my eyes and feel the year (as strange as that may seem) I find I did find a rhythm after all. Not a day-to-day rhythm nor the rhythm that comes from the steady beat of a drum or the tredging of feet down a well worn path. No my rhythm was all topsy-turvy, unexpected and slightly out of kilter with what you would predict. A fast-paced rhythm with only the occasional silence that might allow you to catch your breath. And if I'm being perfectly honest I expect that this rhythm will be around for time, because, I discovered, it is the rhythm of Matthias, the rhythm of Emilia and the rhythm of me. It is the rhythm of us.