25/06/2026
Some days you bring the cake.
Some days you simply bring yourself.
Today, on the way to our Homemaker Swap, I had some tears.
It had been a big week… all of it good. Just very full.
Motherhood. Work. Life. All the things.
For the first time in a long time, I hadn’t had time to make a fruit platter or bake something for morning tea. I always bring something, and somehow I’d convinced myself I’d let everyone down.
As I was sharing this with my beautiful friend in the car, she looked at me and said,
“Girl… this community is for you too.”
When we arrived and started setting up the tables, there was a lovingly homemade cake with blackberry jam which was delicious. Beautiful lemon cream stuffed dates that I will dream about. The infamous cornbread I think about far more often than I probably should.
Before I’d even unpacked my little jars of carrot cake granola, these wonderful women had already filled the other table with delicious things to share on top of the beautiful homemade, homegrown and handcrafted treasures they’d brought for the swap itself.
And it reminded me of something.
Something I definitely cried about afterwards.
(Of course, being me)
Community isn’t one person carrying the weight.
It isn’t one woman always baking, always hosting, always organising or always giving.
It’s everyone bringing what they can, when they can.
Some days you bring the cake.
Some days you simply bring yourself.
(…and carrot cake granola.) 🌻
Maybe that’s the kind of community we’re all longing for.
The kind where belonging isn’t earned by doing more or giving more.
A place where you can simply arrive, exactly as you are, and know there’s a seat at the table waiting for you, too.
Because the truth is, there will be seasons or days when you’re the one baking the cake, making the meals and carrying everyone else.
And there will be seasons or days when all you have the capacity to bring is yourself.
Both are welcome.
Both belong.
Grateful for you all, thank you for being apart of this wonderful community.
🤍🌻
