“Let yourself gravitate to the writers who attract you, pull you in, because their work is showing you something of yourself. Let yourself imitate them, until you notice those spaces where you can’t help but do something different. In those spaces, you start to make your own voice.” – The fabulous Justine Must.
That is conscious consuming right there. For me it’s a pull towards the voices of brave, honest women sharing their stories and seeking their truths. Women who want to make a difference be it food, environment, each other, lifestyle, travel, adventure all while choosing their own path and using their hearts. Living creatively.
Writing, well that’s conscious contributing, to yourself, the people in your life, those who read your words and one day if you keep at it, to what matters. All the voices count.
Today I took another step towards finding my voice and contributing to a conversation that I think matters.
I’m going to quote myself here.
“Adventure with kids is about having fun, stepping out of the routine, [developing skills] and spending time together. It’s about instilling a lifelong passion for the outdoors and the real world while creating an opportunity to experience quiet and stillness in their increasingly busy lives”
On this particular afternoon at the beginning of February I answered the call of the roaring wind.
I ran a little further into the rain to the top of the cliff and stood in it, head on. It was wild and revealingly thrilling.
An awakening that can only happen when there is solitude and space and an openness to feel.
We’d been here just over a month. The high of the newness was wearing off and a new phase, new feelings had started brewing.
Here on this cliff I knew I was me. A truth revealed. This life, this choice, being exposed in this unknown journey was far less scary than the idea of permanence, of what could have been.
How easily I could have slipped into the other life we had planned. The one we thought we wanted, the one that seemed ‘normal’, easier. Yet, for me, it wasn’t.
Something deep down was unleashed here on this cliff in this moment, something strong and powerful and raw.
The perfect prelude to a trip we would do later in the month into the wild west of Ireland.
Let me take you there. I’ll even share our first dad or in our case papa joke.
Oh Ireland, you are lovely as your seasons change.
February has breezed through (sometimes howled) and with it new learnings, adventures, family visits, a change of season and the arrival of ‘The Travelodge’.
In the background a little niggle, some uneasiness. Something is shifting, in part the season and definitely me. I’m changing, adjusting.
March is now upon us and the shift is slowly unfurling and we’re in Spring, full blown Spring.
A layer of clothing has been shed and we’re surrounded by daffodils and blossoms. The tiny buds are appearing on those big, strong, bare winter trees.
“All we have to do is decide is what to do with the time that is given to us” – unknown.
In choosing a life of simplicity my thinking is constantly challenged. Food, clutter, environment, sustainability, creativity, schooling, fash rev, parenting, travel, oh yes, it’s never dull in my mind! It’s what I love the most about a more minimalist approach to life. There is time to think and discover alternatives to the status quo while considering what really matters and then the clarity to act. This kind of clutter free mind-time has been a great gift.
When I’m trying to make a decision sometimes I need to ride it out, give myself some space to allow my thoughts to process, and to also accept that there is often discomfort when challenging thoughts and behaviours. However, in time, the magic appears, the dots that need joining become clear and the path to action seems simpler. Continue Reading
“Don’t allow your mind to tell you heart what to do, the mind gives up easily.” – Paulo Coelho
It has been a heart spacey kind of week and it’s only Tuesday!
When I talk to people about reducing the kid’s toys mostly they’re suspicious.
They wonder how the kids cope without many toys or if they mind me decluttering them.
It’s been a slow process and honestly, they don’t notice.
And here’s the thing….they just make their own!