Half and half

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CREDIT: wholelifewellbeing.com

I am a glass half full kind of gal.

I have always had (according to my dear papa) an ability to always believe that things will be OK.  Sure I have my moments when this is not the case, especially when I run out of tea bags.

I don’t believe there is such a thing as a lost cause, that there is always time to change and that it is human nature to fight for what you believe in and ultimately stand for.

The world is in a pretty bad state at the moment, but I believe in the power of one.

I think it’s easy to over complicate things and that groups of many can be intimidating, or lead to a ‘Why bother?’ kind of attitude; something or someone else is already doing it/will handle it.

But

If you believe in one, then that feels do-able. It feels like a step and that it can be achieved. We have forgotten how to be simple. We have lost the need to take time to learn and digest, to borrow from lessons learnt and apply them again.

If we look at just ourselves and taking on one thing; if everyone picked just one thing to nurture and focus on, then that is 7 billion things being looked after and studied, improved and challenged. If that one thing is yourself, on making you the most open and nurtured and noticed.

Then we can look at the empty half of the glass and see it as space to grow into.

 

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Life Lessons – #1. when you are laid bare take a bloody good look

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I was twenty and although I had had relationships before this was my first soul-cracking-crazy-making-in-LOVE love. And it was over.

I was heart broken, but I realised I was also someone that I didn’t particularly like, or know any more. I hurt, but I had also hurt. Badly. Deeply.¬†Irreparably.

It took a long time to heal from that relationship, in part because at the time my young heart was new to attempting to keep the world together on the outside, whilst taking a long hard look at myself on the inside.

I realised that sometimes you have to hit two extremes to work out where your centre is. That balance is not about staying on the straight and narrow but a see-saw of exchange between you, and the outside world. And sometimes, you and the inside world too.

I learnt to be careful with my own heart, but also to be careful with someone else’s and the things that you forget can be kept and clung to in their memory, if maybe forgotten in yours.

I learnt that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides, and for all you can throw out, it can be thrown back in equal measure.

Love is love. Forgiveness is forgiveness. No matter what skirt you dress it up in.

Scar tissue isn’t there to be buried but to be celebrated. When the light catches it by chance and a silver sliver is just caught out of the corner of your eye, cheer it on. Send out the love and the luck and the wishes, a thousand times over. It is a lesson.

I learnt acceptance and in the glorious sadness of it all, I became someone so much stronger, and yet softer, than before.

It changed me forever and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

TAKE CARE. TAKE COURAGE.

x

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Image credit: Wikipedia

A love letter

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Credit SheKnows.com

Amma quote

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear yoga,

It’s been two years since we properly met. Sure I’d seen you around before and we even had a brief dalliance in my late teens, but nothing has been as long lasting as this.

Two years ago I walked into that studio, a million miles from the woman that I am today. A tenser, scared, hurting version, who had yet to un-peel the many layers that had been ever so carefully placed over the years.

I have never felt the way I do when I am with you. You who has given me so much and shown me the world.

How to be strong and yet surrender. How to embrace the uniqueness of every single moment, at any given time, in any given way and see it is just so. How to slow down, but also how to amp it up and meet my boundary and see how far the edge actually is. To ALWAYS COME BACK TO THE BREATH. How to have patience and evolve without losing a sense of play and giving it a go. How to work opposing forces and feel that perfect suspension. How to sweat and work for it. But most importantly, for me, how to truly love the only home I will have forever.

From a girl who had never felt comfortable in my own body, you gave me somewhere to feel expanded and at ease. The dedication and determination to keep digging deeper, to keep going and growing and flowing. To feel it all, and be totally OK with it.

After about my fourth time, I remember barely being able to keep tears back, such was the release, the movement of something I had been holding onto for years, for my entire life so far. And I knew that even without knowing, I had found IT.

You gave me my life and for that I am more thankful and grateful than I think even I will comprehend.

You have taught me the importance of occupying my own space, of not finding anything in the past that couldn’t be all consumingly loved in the present and bear witness to that transformation.

To not worry about what may be, but to meet each moment with fresh curiosity because it will be the only version of that moment I will ever have. Indeed it is all we ever have.

From the bottom of my heart, I love you.

Thank you for bringing me back to life.

NAMASTE

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