Building Armour…

I enjoy running, I always have. I’m not a fast runner nor will I ever be. I don’t run for speed or times (I did years ago). Now, it’s purely about the meditation, time out, fitness and endorphins.

This trip I am endeavouring to run often. It can be scary heading down a path you don’t know. Really scary. Some days there are overgrown paths, graffitied abandoned buildings, some days the paths are silent bush paths, others the beach is alongside me and my fellow joggers pass by with a “bonjour” or a “hola”.

Many thoughts come when I run and on some days, I’ll get the big brain farts. A new term I picked up from the lovely Cybele Masterman of Blah Blah Magazine. It’s the brain farts I’m going to write about while I travel.

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The difference every day makes…

Around this time last year I watched a few insta friends as they took to the streets snapping photos for the @24hourproject.

Could I do that? No way. a. I would need to ask people if I could snap them (remember I am a shy introvert). And b. I’m a photo-taking hack, not a photographer.

Fast forward a year and a I’ve taken a whole lot of photos. I have built some confidence after helping Zoë with her One Girl fundraiser. That fundraiser showed me that one of the reasons I keep my life simple is so that I can jump on board when something I care about crosses my path.

So, when this year’s project came up and it turned out that I would be in Dublin on my own for the weekend and a little gentle encouragement from Rachael aka @thebowerbirdgirl (an actual real street photographer), I signed up.

It would have been easy to say no but what an adventure I would have missed out on. I’m not sure how it happened but I adopted the persona of Fran the street photographer. I actually thought I was one, maybe I really was.

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Shedding…

Some time ago I decided to create a life that I didn’t need to holiday from.

The majority of my life has been lived in this way, moving, adventuring, trying new things.

It’s not that I can’t commit or that I don’t like to nest, I love both of those things. I’m just a mover.

When I was younger it was just me, and then just Greg and me. No one questions you when you’re young and moving. Everyone’s doing it.

I am also a minimalist. Again, I’ve always lived like this, wanting less, letting go, moving on from situations that don’t serve me well.

As we leave Ireland after 3 months of slow, quiet living to hit the road in our 6 berth camper for the next 5 months I think it’s important to acknowledge that a trip like this and living like this isn’t something that you do overnight. It’s also why this doesn’t feel like a holiday for me, it’s the next life chapter.

This post uses photos from a recent camper trip to County Kerry, no doubt Ireland has a little of my heart. It’s a lyrical country with a language that sings and a landscape that touches your soul. There’s a reason so many poets and writers come from Ireland. As Seamus Heaney said ‘it’s the thing that’s in the air and part of who we are’.

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Where my heart is…

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.

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Making the time…

Here I sit at a destination, a desk in a country village in Ireland. There is only the noise that I’ve chosen to hear, our possessions are minimal and there is freedom, freedom to make time for what matters. It’s also a beginning, the year is new, there is much unknown, the path is fresh, open and deliciously exciting. What to create?

Leaving Sydney wasn’t hard, time was up. This realisation of this travel dream is not only about the travel but also the chance to have a family adventure, to create a chapter where we will grow as independently yet together as a family. Time together for what matters, each other. After three years of long hours and a massive decline in lifestyle it was time for Greg to come back to us. It’s his time to renew, find his fitness and free himself from the grind. Continue Reading

It’s happening…

 

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If you followed my old blog you would know that I had this little, (BIG) dream. I wondered if we could get down to a suitcase each and find the freedom to get on the road with our kids.

Over the past few years we’ve simplified the stuff, the commitments, the debt, the wants, the needs, the priorities, the expectations and along the way we’ve done a whole lot of connecting, learning, travelling, slowing and growing.

It’s been quite a transformational time and at the same time not so transformational. I’m just back to myself…the self that got a bit lost under the stuff, the adulting and the 10 years of having children. Same me, just a better version, living closer to my values.

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