Moving on

While walking, ideas rush through. Typically whenever I am in no position to write them down. A couple of times in the past, I managed to take out my mobile and record my thoughts on the go.

Only, if you know me, you also know that walking with a phone in my hands, is not my cup of tea. It's probably a generational thing. I feel awkward, I feel like someone might just run past and steal the damn thing. Yoga would do me good, they say...

Anyway, imagine me walking and thinking about so many things I'd like to share and write down. Mainly, the ideas that grow are about our move - we have just moved again, yep. Our first step towards a radical life change happened 3 years ago. It was all about leaving the big city behind. The city and a couple of highly toxic beings and situations.

Our second step is now, as in we are living in our - OUR - home and in the middle of renovation works. Our home is taking shape, developing its own character and whims. Very slowly. Its first lesson to us is patience. Something we seem to have forgotten all about. It's a paradox in the era of Slow-Life-and-Take-It-Slow and what-not.

We are trying to find our new bearings in the middle of current chaos. It's a rocky road, well beyond the practicalities. It's a rocky road for us as individuals, as parents and as a couple. But despite the occasional bumps... we are moving on!

Any tips for me as to what's the best way to move on smoothly and with a smile on my face ;-) ?! I am all ears.

It's all so still {Fairy Talk}

Rain is not my forte. Rain, when I am inside, at home, in a cosy environment is an entirely different experience.

Both my kids say that they love rain. I suspect it's because they enjoy what's forbidden: jumping in ponds of rainwater, splashing each other and the occasional passerby. Like puppies, they enjoy the festive feeling of seeing and feeling droplets of life all around them. They celebrate life.

Rain, when I am safely tucked at home, with an open window and a sweetly fragrant palo santo stick filling the air; rain with a cup of tea or latte warming the body; rain when I take the time to draw a few cards from one of my beloved inspirational sets; this type of rain is a different story.

This story tells me that I need to slow down. I need to fall silent and soak in every cell of quiet around me. Quiet home, quiet walls, quiet carpet, quiet wooden floors. This quiet leaves white space for the rain to whisper in. Its whisper is enough, there's nothing else I need. Not even music. Although, a few keys of Bjork's song knock on my door... Oh, it's all so quiet... It's all so still...

Some people may call it a form of meditation. I would probably just call it my daydreaming addiction taking over as soon as I realize my batteries are running empty. Then, I shut the world down. And man, do I need to do so! Especially after a social event, lots of buzz, commitments etc. After a while, I need to go underwater. Rain on a spring day is a gentle nudge. It's the water element calling me back to the cradle.

Tell me, what encourages you to dive under the surface to replenish your being? What objects, events, environments or people whisper to your introvert ears?

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Found in translation

Do you ever get lost in translation? As when you try to follow your thoughts, implement your ideas and move on to another project and... and ... there, you're stuck. What was I saying...?

My guess it that I am not the only one who regularly looses her marbles. Ok, that's my guess. Cause being lonely out there is not really comforting right now. Back to my marbles. And possibly yours.

Lately, God bless, it seems that many paths cross in my life. When they cross, there's that tiny spark again. Connections are made, new doors open and the light shines a little brighter at the end of the tunnel.

The crossing of the paths, joining of the dots and star alignment... whatever I call it right now, possibly comes down to one thing: me.

Here she goes, the self-centered blogger, argh. See ya! 

WAIT!

I may be self-centered, but it's for the greater good, don't you see? I am sharing here. I am spelling it out black on white. My hope is, all this will ring a bell, raise awareness.

Let's dig a bit deeper: what paths have crossed in my life? First of all, there have been quite a few virtual encounters that have, unexpectedly, turned into real life meetings and slow webbing of friendships. How's that for a start?!

Then, books. Always books. I have been reading them, as always, with anticipation. More than once, they have resonated in my head. There are solid bridges between them. Quotes that lead me back to the previous read... And other than books, also movies! One of the latest is about wolves (have you watched Alpha?)... and guess what I have in my bag right now? A magazine special issue about... canis lupus. I originally bought it to show it to my girls - there's so much to learn from our fear of wolves... And now I find myself carrying it in my handbag.

My point, besides providing what I hope are enlightening examples, is that small bits and pieces start to make sense in my head. I could call these messages from the universe. Or just me, slowly leaving the haze of confusion that absorbed my life, my energy, my clarity... me as a human being over the past 4 years. Gosh. Four years.

Happy to have found my way in translation - and well beyond it seems.

What messages are you noticing on your way to mental health and peaceful recovery in general? Do share your journey. I am all ears.