My wee boy’s hands

These Autumn days of 2020 have been weird in the UK as I’m sure they have worldwide.

We are all back to work in the main unless you work in music, theatre and the like. A god bless you if you are in that boat.

And for some reason, even after all we’ve been through this year, there doesn’t seem to be much softness around. And blimey do we need the softness.

What prompted me to write this post was a moment that made me stop and notice this evening. I was standing by my wee boy‘s bed and rubbing cream into his hands. They’re so dry from all the hand washing at school. Sigh. His gorgeous

knuckles are raw and painful.

I was suddenly taken back to when he was born. My gorgeous wee bundle of a boy. Who came into the world one minute after his brother. I massaged his hand and he giggled. I was kept in that moment and all the trials and tribulations of the day left me. I kissed his face as he started to fall asleep. It was a lovely moment and what a blessing that I was gifted this moment by my wee man.

Living a happy balanced life can mean many things. I’m super grateful that this moment didn’t pass me by.

sending you some softness in these weird times xx

Ummmmmm what to say?

Here we are. May 2020. Weird old pandemic styled times.

It‘s colder today in the Uk. I’m at home with twin boys (8) and my husband (54).

I slept in my mini yoga studio last night with the kids. Might as well use it!

So I jumped on here to talk about my practice right now. It’s weird for sure. I am doing very little physical yoga but I am running every day. I meditate 4 times a week and do a daily yoga Nidra. I now have an altar in my garden. That’s new.

I am struggling to read or listen to audiobooks. Weird. I am not teaching on Zoom yet. Infact I am hugely resistant. I am not eligible for government support it seems but I do have a home and bread on the table.

I am learning to grow vegetables.

I have plunged deeper into my menopause and am starting to be more in sync with the moon.

I am taking photos everyday in nature. I have never done this before.

I am pretty bad at home schooling. I miss my female friends so badly. I want to laugh and hug them over coffee.

I love our binmen and binwomen.

So all these reflections lead to a realisation, for me at certainly, that practice can be anything that enhances your connection with nature, your body, your community and all that is sacred.

So celebrate all that is still with you. Even the beer drinking. Beer is plant based too. It’s all good.

So much love to you all. Xx

Underneath the radar

I am a bit wiped as I write this, but something prompted me to get some stuff down. In print as it were.

It’s the beginning of a new decade but I’m not feeling very “beginning-y”. More middling. Or just bleurgghhh. It’s because of the holidays.

Holidays with family are epic and fun and adventure-filled much of the time. And they have been jam packed this year for sure. I have turbo-powered twin 8 year old boys and they go at it hammer and tongs. And let’s face it, I’m no Ophelia. More Lady Macbeth without the blood lust. So I can handle them. But.....

I crave solitude. And ritual. And magic. I dream of long days reading books, eating soup and drinking tea. Days when I sit nestled into the roots of my favourite oak tree and watch the grass grow.

I’m a right old hippy/boho sort, but with a bit of an M&S wrapping to me. But I yearn to be wild and see faeries and sing folk songs of time gone by.

What’s my point? Well I don’t have one this time. I could share something wise with you. Offer you a tasty little life affirming nugget. But maybe not today. All I wish for you is some time to do absolutely nothing. With no-one. That’s it.

So if you feel the same way, I’m right there with you. Actually, probably not, because I’ll be near some trees somewhere. On my own. casting spells. Or some such.