Me and my shadow outside the community centre where I taught this morning. As I struggle to adjust to the shortening daylight hours, these silver birches and their golden leaves strewing every suburb of Birmingham become more and more of a visual lifeline. #taleswithfriends#yearofformation
#navigatingthroughnovember on white sands
spent time in various deserts
heard tales whispered by desert winds
stories of wanderers, wonderers, the lost
a caravan seeks an oasis
through the sunburt day
into that chill of night
listen to the silence
One of my favorite scenes from my Surfing Point Reyes video blog. Next, we head to the farthest point into the Pacific Ocean along San Francisco Bay Area’s Coast, Point Reyes Lighthouse. Second video blog apart of this experience will be posted soon on my website. #mysurfblog#pointreyes#tomalesbay 🎶Song By Artist: Matisyahu, Broken Crowns
Yesterday my journaling took a turn for the seriously deep. It turned into a full-on fear fest, putting into words all the things (or at least quite a lot of them) that I'm afraid of.
And you know what I realised? That all the little niggly fears and worries and doubts actually hold me back from doing something about the really big fears, the ones that mean something important in the grander scheme of moving forward with my life.
Fear of meeting new people, and worry about being pitied or ridiculed, and doubt about my value as a person - all stopping me doing something about my ultimate fear of being alone.
Fear of speaking my truth, and worries about money, and doubt about the value that I have to offer - all stopping me from stepping up and doing the work to make my business the success I want it to be.
All these little things that get blown out of proportion and build and build into stories that are so ingrained we can't even see that they're not true anymore, and may have only been true on one very small and insignificant occasion at some time in the past.
But that doesn't mean they're going to be true again, and in the overall balance of evidence there's far more to prove the contrary, but I am just blinkered to it.
Well I say enough! To paraphrase @elizabeth_gilbert_writer - fear doesn't get to drive anymore! I'm choosing to overcome those fears and worries and doubts, because what I'm more afraid of is missing my life entirely while it passes me by because I was too scared to try something new.
I'm sure I'll still stumble and have moments when fear tries to take control again, but now that I'm awake to it, I can start to take some of that control back. To acknowledge that fear is trying to keep me safe, but there's a great difference between the safety of not doing anything, and the safety of learning more about what I'm capable of, trusting my other instincts and intuition, and of stretching and moving beyond my comfort zone into a bright and exciting future.
Will you come with me for the ride?
“The task is...not so much to see what no one has yet seen; but to think what nobody has yet thought, about that which everybody sees.”⠀
― Erwin Schrödinger⠀
During this trip to Bordeaux and Belgium, I pushed my understanding of perspective. This wasn’t exactly intentional, but I saw it as a repeated theme throughout my trip. I'm somewhat non-compete, so if everyone is fighting for that perfect spot for the perfect shot, you'll find me around the corner, looking from another angle until I get my chance. I mentioned it to the group this time, and someone piped up that they wanted that front view of the cookie, cake, etc. But what I found, is that some of my most beautiful shots were not the ones from that perspective that everyone fought for, but the ones I took from peeping around the corners. ⠀
My advice: get up, move around, see things from a different view. Break out of the mold, and try something new. Do the unexpected. Surprise yourself! You might be pleasantly surprised. ✨
Particularly stunning skyscape over Port Hacking last evening as we walked the dog. Yes, we have acquired a small and very cute dog, Snowy - visiting us for a while as members of our family travel so there will be a lot more walking and sights like this. Sounds like a good thing all round! #quietwriting#skyscapes
#EverydayCreativeAtoZ Day 2: B is for Baiame, the creator and sky god of the Dreamtime.
This is a photo I took earlier this year at Borenore Karst Conservation Area. Looking up at the limestone cliffs I could see a primal figure etched into the stone, arms spread wide, and my mind immediately turned to Baiame, the creator God of so many indigenous myths.
Updated: Just realised I'm a whole week ahead of myself. Guess that means I get a chance to re-do A and B prompts again! 😆
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I wish I could spend more time in places like this ... Yesterday we stopped for lunch at Borenore Karst Conservation Area from which a number of caves can be accessed. There was something about this spot on this public holiday ... quieter than the more developed reserves, more 'natural', little phone/web access, a chance to be out-of-touch and to forget about the outside world a little. We walked to nearby Arch Cave and I recalled the childhood excitement of discovering new places: clambering over rocks and seeing cave formations in their natural form (dirty and not illuminated by coloured lights), and stood in awe at the sight of the limestone cliffs and boulders. I can't un-see what looks like to me a painted primal figure, arms outstretched, in my mind a spirit (maybe Baiame, the creator and sky god of the Dreamtime) protecting and guarding what is a significant site to the Aboriginal people.
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Creative Moments A to Z Day 1: A is for Aboriginal art.
There is something about the Australian indigenous art style that has always piqued my interest. Maybe it's because the artwork tells a story - in this case, this painting is a map.
The information board says that this "painting is a representation of sandstone country including engravings and grinding grooves on the sandstone. The pathway [is] ... surrounded by blooms which let us know when we should move to other areas. ... The story in this painting is the representation of travelling through country."
I've been looking for a present for a niece and I've fallen in love with these Beanie Boos.
Yesterday I lined them up for 'mugshots' so Hubby could choose one, and today, I found them still in position.
Each Beanie Boo is given a name and a birthday. Meet Tasha the grey and pink leopard, Lindi the pink cat, Whiskers the grey schnauzer, and Pablo the tan chihuahua.
I never really see my house AT NIGHT cause I'm usually in it. And if I'm not in it there are no lights shining out the windows. So, I walked outside to take a picture. Even tho its only 5:45 I may have been too late ... that and the fact that its pouring rain and really dark. So that's today's effort for #navigatingthroughnovember Day 20 with @ofearthandstars #taleswithfriends sigh
November 16, 2017
Last week I returned to yoga for the first time in a year or so. I have some sore spots. The first two classes I went to were slow and gentle. The third class I went to was more of an active flow. The next day, as I attempted to walk up the stairs I thought, "Oh. No. Yoga broke me. Maybe I shouldn't go back." So much stuff happening in my sacrum. The next day, I went back and told Gwen that yoga broke me, but I trusted her to help yoga fix me. Today, I am still sore in spots, but so much better than yesterday.
As it did last year, yoga is having a massive emotional impact on me. Tears every time. Feelings I normally hold inside are being brought back to the forefront. I'm shedding stuff and letting go of stuff and working through stuff I've been holding in my body. Yoga is not only a physical challenge, but an emotional challenge.
My returning to yoga seems sudden and impulsive. It is not. I took a yoga class last fall. I have friends who rave about yoga. Also, I've been following @yogahouseboerne
for awhile. Rachel is an amazing person and phenomenal woman who bravely shares her experiences, thoughts, and feelings - her whole self, really. Her "yoga dance" videos and series on different topics (periods, most recently) and candid thoughts on what it is like when someone walks out of a yoga class and why you should feel free to do so at any time AND "Me, too" AND motherhood, etc. ALL of these offerings of hers have meant something to me. For weeks and weeks I have been saying to myself, "If I lived within an hour of Boerne, TX, I would try out a class of hers." Then, last week, it occurred to me that I may not live in TX, but there are plenty of studios here.
So, I went to yoga and I found Gwen and Luna the Dog and Leroy the Cat. I'm trusting the process and my body. I feel little changes happening and I'm curious. We shall see where this goes.
I bought a cheap free-size dress with a white patterned front, nice and cool, and perfect to wear over white pants. I wore it most of the weekend at the yoga centre but when I washed it today, the pattern washed off. If I look closely I can see the imprint of the stamp and there's still some white paint. Yes - it was cheap but I kind of expected the pattern to remain! 😟