Moments

When I’m doing the Calm meditation, there is a little story. Today it was about how life can be made up of perfect moments and then sometimes when you look back at those moments you wish you could go back and somehow relive and hold on to those moments in your life. The hardest part is letting go and knowing that life is all about change. The only thing that is guaranteed in life is change.

There are so many memories that I want to hold onto and never let go. Life before kids was so carefree and in hindsight easy. Going out for a meal or just out for the night involved no planning whatsoever! Looking back at when the girls were young little babies was so fun. We would play in the garden, go to the park and go to as many mum and baby groups possible. It’s nice to have those moments to look back on but its also so good to look forward to making new memories with my beautiful family.

The Abandoned Porchway

I almost forgot to post today. I thought maybe I could find a quote or something instead. But then I started scrolling through my pictures and writing to see if I could expand on something I already had and then I found this. I wrote it a while ago when lockdown first started.
Once upon a time, not too long ago, I was the central hub of all the activity in this house. Shoes would lie scattered along the ground, various bags were dumped and retrieved from the floor at different times of the day and a selection of outerwear ranging from hoodies, coats, caps, scarves and gloves depending on the weather would find their way into my domain. I was the life and soul of this house. At least once a day, the lady of the house would come and rearrange the bags, coats and shoes and then wipe me clean with some sweet-smelling spray.

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Juicy Jalebi

Today was a Short Story September masterclass and one of the writing prompts was based on the story by Irenosen Okojie ‘Kookaburra Sweet’. The whole masterclass was filled with fun writing prompts but this one was quite interesting and fun. Below is part of my first draft:

His head started turning slightly orange. Maybe it was the effect of the heat in this room while standing in the Garudasana, twisting his legs around each other and his arms around each other too. The orange was slowly spreading down his neck and down his body. At the same time, his head was turning bright orange and his whole body had now turned orange. She could see the fear in his eyes as he fell over to the side seemingly still stuck in the yoga position. He was starting to curl around on the floor now and still couldn’t seem to unravel himself. 

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Short Story September 2020 – Day 3

Today I decided to write out my first draft of the short story Day 3 prompt. The prompt was to write a story using all the following words: slice, prawns, mango, paperclip, lips, red, water, boy, design, rose, bomb, appointment, love, years, peacock.

So here it is:

The ripe orange mango sat on the table tempting and teasing Riya as she ate her prawn curry and rice. Mum had said she can eat the mango for dessert if she ate everything on her plate.

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The Hands Free Pledge

I want to make memories,
Not to-do lists.

I want to feel the squeeze of my child’s arms,
Not the pressure of over-commitment.

I want to get lost in conversation with the people I love,
Not consumed by a sea of unimportant emails.

I want to be overwhelmed by sunsets that give me hope,
Not by overloaded agendas that steal my joy.

I want the noise of my life to be a mixture of laughter and gratitude,
Not the intrusive buzz of cell phones and text messages.

I am letting go of distraction & perfection
To live a more simple life consisting of what really matters.

I’m living Hands Free.

© Rachel Macy Stafford 2010

Thought this poem would be apt especially with lockdown easing and the busy-ness of life slowly coming back.

I’ve attached links to two of her book reviews that I have done here:

Hands Free Mama

Hands Free Life

Rachel has also written another two books which I still need to read. They are Only Love Today and Love, Live Now.

September Challenge

I haven’t blogged for a long while and I feel like I’ve almost forgotten how to even write. Part of me feels like calling it a day but before I do, I’ve decided I’m going to try and blog every day in September even if it’s just a quote or picture or something small. I only made the decision today so I’ve already missed the first day which isn’t a good start but I’m going to try for the rest of the month.

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Online Art Enthusiast Classes

Art Enthusiast London is based in London. The artist who has tutored on the classes we attended so far, Anastasia, has a studio in London. Before lockdown, these would only ever have taken place in London. From their bio, they do tours and classes for adults and children aged six plus.

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In times of isolation…

Time seems arbitrary

While being in lock-down, I have found that there is so much time and yet I still feel restless.

However, time seems arbitrary. Going to sleep and waking up gets later and later and I hang onto the live online exercise sessions to get the day going. There’s no more needing to get up earlier and earlier so I can get everything that’s planned for the day done. No more trying to find a time to meet up with friends and family and wishing for less.

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Superattractor by Gabrielle Bernstein

Even though I bought this book as soon as it came out, it took me a while to read it. I think the main reason I resisted was because the last book I read by Gabrielle Bernstein had so much food for thought that I felt like I needed the headspace to be ready to read this book. 


Eventually I did start the book and then with the manifesting challenge coming up in January I decided I wanted to finish it before it started. The book was deeply thoughtful as expected.

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In the Time of Pandemic

I can definitely resonate with this poem:

Link to the original poem

A copy of the poem is below. I had originally re-blogged it but it somehow disappeared. There is a second part to this too which can be found on Kitty’s blog by following the lnk above.

And the people stayed home.

And they listened, and read books, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still.

And they listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed.

And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.