I closed my eyes and looked inside
and saw that I was made of stars
In and down, round and round
In I go without a sound.
The sacred drum pounds;
My heartbeat echoing the Mother’s pulse.
My blood follows her rivers
Slippery, wet, salty – life-giving.
My breath, made up of Her breath
Expands and fills the spaces.
My muscles and bones wrap me up
Like the roots of Her mighty trees.
In every cell glows a single light
Echoing the star-shattered void,
The starry abyss.
We go outwards in our search for the Heavens
When all we need to do is close our eyes
And see the stars within.
- Sara Foley
This is a writing prompt from my writers group that has morphed into a post on my blog :) When we were first given this task – write a piece that begins with ‘If Only…’, I was totally uninspired. If only, what if, maybe, would have, could have, should have…boring! I thought to myself. My brain just doesn’t really work along those sentimental, regretful pathways. And then, suddenly, I caught myself in the middle of an If Only thought – and quickly captured it and wrote it down before I forgot. And while I was writing, I found that ‘If Only’ can be a creative beginning, one that I have used often. Here it is:
If only…I could do an unsupported headstand in the middle of the room, I thought to myself wistfully. I can kick up into headstand easily and do an unsupported headstand for five minutes – but I need a wall to kick up against. I want to go to the next step and get into a headstand without a wall to catch me, but so far, I haven’t had much luck.
Kneeling on my yoga mat, I place my forearms on the floor and interlock my fingers in the classic headstand preparation pose. Straightening my legs into dolphin pose, I pause for a moment, feeling the weight of my torso settling onto my arms, shoulders and thoracic area. Shifting my weight forward, I bring my knees as close to my face as possible and go up onto my tippy toes…and then attempt to get my feet off the ground. I overbalance and fall sideways with a thud. Damn! Defeated for the moment, I roll over to the wall and effortlessly kick up into a headstand. The wall – my friend and my enemy :)
Coming down and resting my forehead on the floor in pose of the child to normalise my blood pressure, I thought for a moment about some of my other ‘if onlys’.
If only…I could be a published writer
If only…I could have my own sacred space
If only…I could have a regular yoga home practice
If only…I could work from home
If only…I could do an unsupported headstand against a wall :)
I smiled to myself, still resting in child’s pose.
Published writer? Yep. I’ve had three articles published by The Elephant Journal (here, here and here), three articles published by The Yoga Lunchbox(here, here and here) – and I’ve written nearly 120 posts in this very blog! And that’s only the start, people :)
My own sacred space? Yep. I wrote a great piece on this a while ago called My Accidental Yoga Room. And that was only the beginning as well – this is what my sacred space looks like now:
A regular home yoga practice? I’ve written about this here, there and everywhere, and in fact I blogged every day through my first 40 days of yoga. That was about 18 months ago, and I’m still doing yoga every day.
Working from home? First I needed an office (thank you accidental yoga room). Then I needed internet in that office (thank you Glen for installing my router). Then I needed a job (thank you Elizabeth for sending me the link for my first online job) . I have worked for nearly a year doing social media, blogging and newsletters for a company specialising in helping wellness practitioners create successful businesses.
Headstand against the wall? I wrote about that here – but let me just say that I was just as defeated and doubting about my ability to do that as I am about doing a headstand in the middle of the room now.
Hot damn! That if only statement must be pretty powerful :)
It is…but only if it is accompanied by a couple of things:
- It’s our job to come up with the what: it’s the Universe’s job to come up with the how, when and where. Don’t for God’s sake try to step out of your job description. We need to keep our desires as general as possible because we don’t have all the information, we don’t have access to the big picture. Patience and faith, people.
- It is not enough to sit around and wish for things. Action is the next principle. Ever heard that saying God helps those who help themselves? What this actually means is to attract Universal attention, you need to take small steps towards your dream. Does the thing you want cost money? Start saving, look for another job! Do you want a job that you aren’t qualified or experienced enough for? Sort that out – study and volunteer. Do you want to be a writer? Start a blog, go to a writers group, do a writing course. You must take action, because action creates momentum on all sorts of levels – some that you see and some that you don’t.
Hang on a minute, I’ve just had an idea about the headstand. What about if I practice the technique for getting into a headstand in the middle of the room – against a wall? Hang on a minute and let me just see if that works.
I’m back. It does work :) For me, writing creates clarity and understanding, which then goes on to create action. If I am not clear about something, I become stuck.
So, if onlys are super powerful when accompanied by patience, faith and action, huh?
If only…I could get a new car (small to medium 4wd please). What do I need to do? Get more work, keep my eye out, have faith and be patient.
If only…I could get a great job that I can work from or close to home, that suits my interests, skills, experience and passions, earn enough money to get what I need and fit in with my family. What do I need to do? Apply for jobs that suit my criteria, make sure my experience and qualifications are up to date, be patient, keep the faith.
If only…we could have our house extension completely finished within the next 12 months. What do I need to do? Earn more money, save hard, be patient, keep the faith.
If only…this gorgeous book idea that is germinating in my heart and mind will become a reality! What do I need to do? Research, get my ideas together, write, be patient, keep the faith.
What are some of your ‘if onlys’ – and how do make your dreams come true?
Hey, I love Saturday mornings – not only do I get a chance to cast an eye back over my week cherry picking all my favourite bits out of it and then share it with you guys, but today we get to combine my favourite sport (under 11s soccer) with my favourite markets (Bellingen community markets). Yay :)
It’s been a good week for me – first week of my new job as teachers aide as well as another exciting job interview process (more about that later) – as well as heaps of writing inspiration. I’m loving being here more often, I really am, and I’m also loving the new friends I’m making this time around!
So, let’s get into it:
Best Article: Learning to Trust the Source of Your Creativity
Written by Julie Daley of Unabashedly Female, this article started with these words:
Now it is the crickets
that say Ripe Ripe
slurred in the darkness, while the plums
dripping on the lawn outside
our window, burst
with a sound like thick syrup
muffled and slow
Margaret Atwood, from “Late August”
I stopped, in awe, and read them again. Oh my :) This is a beautiful article about the welling up of creativity, what it feels like and how to work with it. Beautifully written, it really struck a chord with me. Here’s some more:
I feel the impulse. It rises up inside me from deep in the dark. It rises up on its own, like breath.
This impulse is alive, like breath, like me.
This impulse is whole. Everything is contained within. Everything I need in order to express this impulse comes along with it.
This impulse is ripe. And, because it is ripe, the entirety of it is ready to be eaten, tasted, digested, and made new again through expression.
This impulse is wise. It knows what I don’t know. And when I admit I don’t know, it comes. In its own time.
This impulse is responsive. When I listen to, and feel, the deepest longing inside me, and actively create, and engage within, a space for epiphany and insight, it comes. It always comes. In its own time.
My willingness to trust and admit that I do not have the answer to a question I truly want to know serves like a clarion call to grace…to be graced.
Grace comes on its own, in its own time. That is what it means to ‘be graced’.
I absolutely love Harry Manx, and this is the third album that I have from his collection. It’s not new – it was released in 2009, but he is a prolific artist with 12 albums released in 12 years and I can’t keep up! Why do I love Harry? He’s a travelling blues man who spent the formative years of his musical life playing slide guitar in Toronto Blues Clubs – and then moved to India and spent 12 years learning the 20 string Mohan Veena, under the rigorous tutelage of its Indian inventor. So, he brings East and West together in this wonderfully unique ragas/blues combination. Also, he’s awake – and you can hear that in his music:
“Like many people I’m interested in my own development as a person and that’s represented in my songs, I’m searching for truth through art and spirituality. My songs are a synthesis of everything I’ve absorbed, all my experiences and I share that. I’m glad that it means something to people.”
Check him out here playing the first track from Bread and Buddha:
Best Things I’ve Learned:
This has been a learning week, which excites the hell out of me, because I love learning!
- It was my first week as a teacher’s aide, so for the first time in a long time, I had to get dressed in nice clothes and make up to go to work :) My first day was a training day where I learned about Autism, Dyslexia and Anaphylaxis. Fascinating. My next two shifts were at school, where I learned the difference between a prism and a pyramid, and that the definition of a three dimensional shape is that you can look at it from three ways – above, below and from the side. What? How did I not know these vital pieces of information? :)
- I’ve learned that Colorado is 16 hours behind my time, and that an interview at 2pm Tuesday Colorado time is 6am Wednesday morning here.
- I’ve learned, and please don’t laugh, that I do not need a videopress upgrade to embed a youtube video into my blog – all I need to do is copy and paste the URL into the blog and wordpress does the rest. I am so happy to know that, and also amazingly embarrassed that I have been blogging for two years, and I never thought to find that out. OMG. It feels a bit like when I dicovered a few years ago that thunder is the sound that lightning makes. I was absolutely delighted with that piece of information, because it made such beautiful sense – but completely gobsmacked that it had never occurred to me before in all of my 35 years. Yep, welcome to the mind of Sara Foley – it sure is an interesting place :)
Best Bit of Awesomeness:
A little over a month ago, a friend sent me a link to a job for Nourished Kitchen, a well-known American food blog, which focuses on whole foods, proper food preparation (particularly of grains as well as fermentation), sustainable farming, local and seasonal eating and community access to good food. I loved the sound of it because it sounds just like my food philosophy, and the position as team assistant seemed a perfect match for my skills and experience. So I applied for it. Why not? When i checked, the Facebook link for the job advertisement had over 1000 likes and 500 shares…but nothing ventured nothing gained, right? Anyway, a week or so later I received a reply – could you answer some questions – which I did. Then on Monday morning (10 minutes before I was due to leave for my first day as a teacher’s aide) I received another email: we are interviewing on Tuesday between 10 and 4 mountain time. Shit! What’s mountain time? A quick google told me that 2pm mountain time Tuesday equals 6am my time Wednesday. Okay, can do. I had that interview, and it all went well – I’ll know some time next week whether I have the job or not. But here’s the really cool thing: 500 people applied for that job, and they only interviewed 10.
:D :) :D :)
Best Thing to Look At:
I was out and about today – in the supermarket, cafe and my children’s athletics carnival – and there were babies and little children everywhere. I had not much else to do but watch, and I saw the mothers do what mothers do everywhere – nurse, scold, laugh, frown, cuddle, feed, take to the toilet, tie shoelaces, wipe snotty noses, change bottoms, push prams – and I felt relief that my children were no longer that little. I know, that’s not what I hear most women say. I should say that straight after relief, I felt admiration, compassion and that unnameable quantity that happens to a person when they see a child. I said to a friend today that I think I still have a little bit of PTSD from early childhood mothering, and while that’s probably not technically true, it feels like it. I’m not a bad mother; I am loving, connected and committed. But for me, mothering under 4s was challenging.
Anyway, I saw this photo blog today, and it opened my eyes to motherhood in a whole different way. The photographs were taken by Ken Heyman 50 years ago, and show mothers and their children all over the world. Beautiful, beautiful photos. I felt again that exquisite kinship with mothers everywhere, that is part and parcel of motherhood. Other mothers, they know.
“Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either.
People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.
I have to contribute my potential to life; you have to contribute your potential to life.
I have to discover my own being; you have to discover your own being.”
Have a beautiful weekend everyone!
This is the first part of a seven part series exploring seven books that have literally changed my life. You know those books so powerful that the wisdom of the author seeps through the pages and osmotically deposits itself into your hard wiring? These are the books where you look up after reading a line, a page, chapter, and know that something fundamental has shifted inside of you – for good. What is known cannot be unknown.
In this series I will be sharing with you the things that I have learned from these books. It isn’t a summary of the book – you can get that anywhere. This is the gaining of wisdom made personal – a sacred journey if you will. This is wisdom directly applied and worked on over years – these are books that have had profound effects upon me.
And now, for the first book:
The Power of Now
I first read this book in 2006. I remember very clearly walking into a bookshop in Bellingen and buying it, with the knowledge that I needed to read it. It must have been perfect timing, because I drank that book in like cold lemonade on a hot day. It has been wonderful to look back over the book eight years later and see just how deeply the lessons have embedded themselves into my life.
Presence: Before I read this book, I didn’t have a concept of the value of the present moment. It’s like this: both the past and the future exist only in our imagination. The only thing that is real is Now, the present moment. Our mind will continually want to pull us out of the present (reality) and land us somewhere else, whether it is fretting about the past or worrying about the future. Our task is to continually return to reality.
Nothing ever happened in the past; it happened in the Now. Nothing ever happened in the future; it will happen in the Now.
Acceptance of Reality: Have you noticed how we humans refuse to accept reality? Something happens that we decide that we don’t like. Oh no! Why is this happening to me? I don’t like it, I don’t want this to happen, this is not how I planned it. And so on.
To complain is always non-acceptance of what is.
By coming into the present moment, Tolle is asking us to accept reality. Like everybody else, I was desperately trying to control as much of life as I could, and like everybody else, I was constantly dismayed at the results. Accepting reality means that when a situation occurs – stop freaking out, come back from the past (where you are thinking about the last time something like this happened) or the future (where you are imagining things that might happen) and rest in the Present. Yes this situation has happened. Am I okay, at this very moment? Yes I am. Okay, what now? This has been and continues to be of profound benefit to me, every day.
Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you have chosen it. Always work with it, not against it. make it your friend and your ally, not your enemy. This will miraculously transform your whole life.
What I have come to understand through accepting reality, however it comes and how unexpected it is, is that I do not have access to all the information. Things happen a certain way because they need to. By accepting reality, I let life unfold in all its innate wisdom and grace. I let life do what it does best. This does not mean that we just lie there accepting whatever life throws at us. What it does mean, is that we accept what has happened. We then have three choices:
If you find your here and now intolerable and it makes you unhappy, you have three options: remove yourself from the situation, change it or accept it totally. All else is madness.
Using your body to access the Now.
One of the very best techniques Tolle taught me was how to come into the Present Moment by bringing my attention to my Inner Body. Be in the body – feel it from within. Can you feel how alive you are? Do not think about it, feel it.
The Inner Body lies at the threshold between your form identity and your essence identity, your true nature. Never lose touch with it.
As I began to practice shifting my attention to my Inner Body, I realised that my focus was a gift. With this gift, my very cells come alive. As I practice, I become more and more aware of the subtle energy that fills my physical body and gives me life. This feeling is my doorway into the Divine. This is meditation. Centered, grounded, present, aware, awake.
Transformation occurs through the body not away from it.
This is why yoga is so powerful.
Taming your Mind.
Your mind is an instrument, a tool. It is there to be used for a specific task, and when the task is completed, you lay it down.
I am not cursed with a a hyperactive mind thank goodness, but like everybody, my mind thinks it’s higher up on the ladder of importance than it actually is. Tolle teaches that over-activity of the mind – the mind that chatters ceaselessly all day and half of the night – has not only made us entirely insane as a species, but is actively blocking us from our true essence, our Being. Our inability to separate ourselves from our mind (we are not the thinker, sorry Descartes) traps us in anxiety, regret and every type of self-inflicted suffering.
Learn to use your mind instead of it using you – and know the difference.
That is why every Spiritual Master will tell you to learn to meditate, and then practice meditation every day. That is why bringing your attention to your Inner Body is so effective – it takes your attention away from your mind.
Creating a space between perception and thought.
The best way to explain this concept is as a story.
I am walking along my road in the early morning. I am facing west and see the colours of the sky start to change, telling me the sun is coming up. I turn around and see a glorious sunrise. The sky glows vivid with colours of every hue of pink and red, the golden crescent of the rising sun shining golden, plump with anticipation of the day. All of a sudden, the colours dim, and my head is filled with a voice: Ah! Red sky in the morning is the shepherd’s warning! I wonder if it will rain today, we need the rain, oh, but I need to get my washing dry. Hmmm! Look, is it getting redder over there, or is it more pink? Look at that bird! Oh, it’s one of those currawongs I’ve been seeing around lately…and on and on and on.
Sound familiar? I’d never noticed it before reading The Power of Now. Seriously. I am a writer, so it’s natural for me to convert the things that I sense into words – but this is ridiculous! What Tolle taught was that as soon as your mind starts having a commentary on the sunset (or whatever you are perceiving), you have stopped perceiving the sunset as it actually is, and started perceiving the sunset as what you think it is.
So, I started to notice what happened when I perceived something. Sure enough, there was a split second (or less) of perception, followed by a description in my mind of what I was seeing. Why is this necessary? It’s not. It’s just the mind trying to make itself more important than it actually is.
Ever since that moment, my practice has been to catch myself in the act of perception, still my mind, and absorb whatever it is through my senses – with no inner dialogue about it. Later, if I want to tell someone about it or write about it, I can access that information quite readily in my memory. Until then, there’s really no point bringing the mind in.
The longer and wider you can keep the space between perception and thought, the more profound will be your experience of what you are looking at, as well as your understanding of Presence and Being.
The release of worry.
This was HUGE for me. I was a worrier, probably born that way. My first words? Oh dear. As a child I worried about everything: the environment, the baby seals, world peace, the burning oil wells in Iraq, the weather, global warming, the hole in the ozone layer – everything.
Tolle taught me that there are no problems, only situations that we have projected our own ideas onto – positive or negative. If we have decided that this is a negative situation, we need to ask ourselves – can we change this situation? The only answers can be Yes, no, or not now. If it’s yes, then change it. If it’s no, or not yet, then accept it and sit with it. In the moment of acceptance, there is great power. Acceptance opens the doorway to miracles and grace.
Let me tell you another story:
Not long after I had read The Power of Now, I was hurrying home from work to pick up my son from school. I had been held up on the highway, my mobile was flat, and I had no way of contacting the school to tell them I was going to be late. I immediately started imagining horror scenarios in my head: Nick would be worried and upset that I was late. The teacher would be upset and angry with me, and would yell at me for being a bad mother and inconsiderate to boot. I was starting to feel panicky - my heart was pounding, I was sweating and my face was hot. All of a sudden I stopped and asked myself: What is actually happening right now? Um…I’m driving along in my car. Okay. Are you alright? Yes. Okay. Can you change this situation? No. Okay. Is worrying and imagining scenarios going to change anything? Er…no. Okay, quit it. So, I did. I brought my attention to my inner body, accepted that I could not change the situation, and continued to drive. I arrived at the school about 20 minutes late. I walked into the school and found Nick and his teacher watering and weeding the school garden. When I approached, the teacher looked up and smiled at me. “Look Nick – here’s your mum. We thought she must have been running late from work.” My eyes pricked with tears. “Don’t worry Mum, we’ve been having a lovely time playing in the garden haven’t we?”
This simple story with its grace and forgiveness was a milestone for me in letting go of worrying. It doesn’t solve anything, will definitely make things worse for you, and may actually make things worse in reality (worries are prayers for the things you don’t want).
When you create a problem (out of a situation), you create pain. All it takes is a simple choice, a simple decision: no matter what happens, I will create no more problems. Although it is a simple choice, it is also very radical. You no longer contaminate the Earth, your inner space and the collective human psyche with the negativity of problem making.
Phew! 2000 words later omg :) It shows how important this book is, and what a profound effect it has had on me. If you haven’t read this book yet, do. It’s like the handbook for Earth School. Seriously. It makes life easier. And if you have read it: what did it teach you?
”Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: for the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow”
~ Khalil Gibran, The Prophet ♥
The Bear and I have taken two days away to spend together. We are staying at a renovated, arty farmhouse not too far away from where we live, but far enough away that we feel like it is.
We have walked together, eaten together, talked together, laughed together, watched a movie together, dined out together and loved together. We find that we actually really like each other :)
Within our togetherness, we also have made space for separateness. I have written, read, practiced yoga and meditated. He has…done whatever he does when he is by himself. We find that we also like being alone.
Over breakfast this morning I say:
You know, I think we just don’t do everyday life very well.
No one does he said.
No! I start to protest, and then realise – he’s right. That’s why there’s so many damn divorces. Negotiating the demands of everyday life, especially with small children but even without, is difficult, tedious and fraught with danger.
At the beginning of the year, the Bear and I were done. After exactly 14 years. We separated, putting physical space between us. And within that space, something came alive. That thing that we have always had. Connection, understanding, spark – Love.
Everyday life chokes the life out of love.
I said: I have so many demands on me. I am always needed for something.
He said: I can see that. It’s to do with expectations I think. I can cope with being last in line, but when it gets to my turn and there’s nothing left, I can’t help but be disappointed.
Some renovations are so big that it is impossible to live inside the house while they are done. You know? We still live separately – or rather, he has his space and I have mine – but we are more together than we have been in a long, long time.
For us, our relationship has benefited immeasurably from more space.
The other thing we do now that we forgot about, is to take regular time out of our regular lives, just us, and re-connect. We share the things we like to share – walking, nature, food, conversation, holding hands, hugging, kissing – and forget about that other stuff that we don’t share. Just for a while.
Because relationships get tattered with no time, and love gets choked out with no space.
Hey, week 2 of my Inspired Saturday series (if you didn’t see week 1, check it out here).
I am not someone who waits to be inspired by a special event – I look for inspiration in my everyday life. I don’t know if my life is exceptionally rich or it’s just because my eyes are open and I am looking, but I find gold just about everywhere I look! So, every Saturday, I share with you the things that have inspired me through the week – an inspiration challenge if you will :)
Best Words and Art:
Normally I wouldn’t combine these two in the same category, but they come from the same place: one of my favourite bloggers, Nicole Cody from Cauldrons and Cupcakes.
First, the art:
And then, these words:
“If a solution fails to appear … and yet we feel success is just around the corner, try resting for a while. … Like the early morning frost, this intellectual refreshment withers the parasitic and nasty vegetation that smothers the good seed. Bursting forth at last is the flower of truth.”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal, Advice for a Young Investigator
It is the middle of a unusually cold, dry winter here, with gale force winds stopping only to allow frost after frost to crisp our paddocks, sweeten our citrus and chill our bones. This little bit of prose reminded me that all seasons are necessary, without and within.
Best Article: The Elephant Journal’s If We Are Friends, This is All I Care About.
Now, last week, choosing an article was difficult. This week? Easy. And not because everything else I came across was crap. No way. It was because this article gave me that hair-standing-straight-up- now-you’re-talking the-truth feeling I love. The writer captures the spirit of unconditional friendship, that mainstay of women everywhere. This article begins:
I don’t care if your house is a mess.
I will move the laundry off the couch, sit down and help you fold it while we laugh about how much we hate putting the clean clothes away. I don’t care about your big, slobbering, rambunctious dog. I will accept his kisses and toss his tennis ball. It’s also fine that you don’t have any food in your fridge since I ate before I came anyway. I like your cheap coffee and your microwave popcorn too…
Best Cooking Experience: Lemon Sour Cream Cake with Passionfruit Icing
Okay, okay I know that last week was cake too – but what can I say? Some weeks just call for cake :) Actually, my favourite thing about this particular cake, apart from being delicious, is that my 10 year old son cooked it by himself, from scratch :)
125g butter, softened
1 cup sour cream
1/4 cup lemon juice
1 tbl lemon zest
310g SR Flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
Preheat oven to 180 C. Cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs and beat well, Mix through sour cream, lemon juice, zest, flour and baking powder. Spoon into a greased or lined cake tin. Bake for 40 minutes or until an inserted skewer comes out clean. When cool, ice:
2 cups icing sugar, sifted
The pulp of 2-3 passionfruit
Mix both ingredients together and spread over top and sides of the cake. Enjoy!
I dropped my iPod touch on a concrete path and smashed it. That is not the awesome part. Of all my possessions, I think my iPod is my favourite. It carries my entire music collection in its little brain, I read blogs, articles and social media on it, chat to loved ones, check my emails without having to start up my computer…and more! So yes, I was devastated, even though a part of me was saying WTF? It’s just a thing. Anyway, I wrote a post on Facebook about it. The next morning, two things:
- My aunt rang up and said that her next door neighbour replaces iPod screens, and sent me his contact details. Sorted :)
- Later, I check my emails and come across this one: Hey Sara, I saw your post yesterday about smashing the screen on your iPod Touch. I wish I could buy you a new one…here’s what I can do though. Offer you a contribution towards a new one. A small thank you for all the amazing editing work you’ve done for me. KL xx
Wow. The perfect amount to cover a new screen, postage and a proper cover so that it never happens again. I can’t tell you the depth of gratitude and amazement I feel about this.
Album of the Week: Yoga Revolution
I actually came across this album on Spotify. This is one of the best yoga compilations I’ve come across – a blend of traditional and modern – just like me :). Krishna Das, Snatum Kaur, Sarah McLachlan, Ziggy Marley, Peter Gabriel, Michael Franti, Sheryl Crow, Anjelique Kidjo, Seal & Guru Singh, Donna De Lory, Anoushka Shankar & Sting all feature on this must listen to album.
Best kid’s app: White Tiles 4
Fair enough – I didn’t think this would be a category either. Still, this (free) app tickled my fancy as well as that of my children and their friends, and that in my mind is a crowd pleaser folks – a very rare commodity :) It’s a music app where children tap boxes on the screen to play beautiful piano pieces – it’s challenging, with different formats and levels and it sounds good. Yep. Check it out.
So that’s it – my week of inspiration! Remember to look around you this week, really pay attention to all the beauty and wonder that is out there and remember this:
Evil is boring. Cynicism is pointless. Fear is a bad habit. Despair is lazy. Hopelessness is self-indulgent. On the other hand: Joy is fascinating. Love is an act of heroic genius. Pleasure is our birthright.
Look, what can I say? Some days are harder than others. Mostly not because there is anything in that day to make it harder, but just because I’m not in the right head space. I started to get a feeling that I was struggling…
- When we had a friend come to visit and the kids all but beg to go home with him. Thank the heavens, he took them :)
- When the dog sees me she folds her ears down and fades into the shadows.
- When I’m scraping caked on porridge out of breakfast bowls at 4:30pm.
- When it takes a full 2 hours of meditation, yoga and music to ground, centre and pull my cranky self out of the funk I’ve landed in.
- When I almost completely lose my sense of humour and any capacity for irony. God forbid someone tries to crack a joke, make a jibe or poke fun.
- When I think I’ve got it sorted, and I’m starting to feel kinda normal, the least irritation sends me off the deep end. Again.
Sigh. Back to the drawing board.
How do you know when you’re struggling?