Monday, 7 January 2019

Giving off good vibrations

For a while now I’ve thought I had no more need to write. 
My head’s in the happiest space it’s been in 'for a very long time and the words, 
whilst they still scramble around in my head for a footing, 
are all positive and uplifting.  
Gratitude abounds.
One of my dearest friends though, 
who’s provided SO much love and support over the years, 
has started blogging again (Follow this link to read her blog) and she got me thinking.
Being in a happy space doesn’t mean I shouldn’t write. 
In fact, it would be quite remiss of me NOT to share the happy space I find myself in.
The written word has a permanence the spoken word doesn’t have, 
and I love that.
Choosing to be happy with what I have and where I am in life at the moment is easy.   
I have to pinch myself some mornings 
to reassure myself that the life I’m living isn’t a dream.
And it isn’t.
It’s real.  
It’s me being connected to who I authentically am 
and loving what that means.
Giving off good vibrations has become my norm.
Even at 5.30 in the morning.
I cannot emphasis enough how life-changing my morning rambles are.  
Even when the body’s weary and the mind over-burdened
the very act of putting one foot in front of the other is therapeutic.
It sets my state of mind for the day.  
Reinforces the natural order of life that is so easily overlooked
 - to firstly know oneself.
Know your values, your interests, your temperament.  
The focused mental state of being interested in something 
that makes life vivid.
The relationship I have with myself is one of the most important relationships in my life.  
If I don’t know who I am, then how is anyone else supposed to?  
I have a very healthy and positive self-esteem,
 which has been a long time in the making. 
It’s this very self-esteem though 
that enables me to live the happy and fulfilling life that I do.  
And yes, life really IS fulfilling and meaningful.
It doesn't mean that everything's perfect
 - far from it - 
but I'm perfectly happy with that.
Chaos DOES create change, and it IS life-altering.  
Your attitude to it will ultimately determine what you take away from it.  
I choose to be happy and let those good vibrations ripple through my life.

Saturday, 21 April 2018

Make the ordinary come alive

Another new chapter in this journey we call life.
There seems to have been a glut of them of late.
Chapters that is.
Living on my own is rather novel.
No lemmings.
No hound.
Just me.
A little crazy, a little weird, but ever so grateful.
I get to define the way I live.
Without interference or a need to consult another.
That’s rather novel after so many years of being a mom.
As the exhilaration of the last few months ebbs away, 
I feel so much gratitude for the joy that’s encircled my world.
One lemming happily married.
All 3 lemmings and their loved ones together for the first time in 4 years.
Tears and love have gone hand in hand.
It’s been extraordinary.
So why am I feeling a tad lost right now?
It’s floored me a little.
Giving the emotion time and space is necessary.
I need to open my mind.
Listen to the nudges and whispers of my heart.
Make the ordinary moments come alive.
I’m practiced at that!
So, I'll keep stalking the Skuas on the beach,
keep listening to the whispers in the trees
laugh with the waves as they race to the shore,
and keep falling in love with the sunrise over and over again.
Hand on my heart.
Feet on the ground.
And Smiles!
Tons of them.
In the end, she became more than what she expected.  
She became the journey and, 
like all journeys, 
she did not end
she just simply changed direction and kept going.” 
~ r.m. drake

Thursday, 1 February 2018

Beaming like a Sunflower


                           “Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.” 
~ Carl Sagan
Embrace each moment fully.
Be stronger.  
Braver.  
Kinder.
Be unstoppable.
My mantra for 2018 😇
A year that we’re already a month into!
It started with a bang with our 3-day market at 
The Cloud over Auckland Anniversary Weekend.  
We all WILTED in the heat but managed to stay upright and smile.
Beaming like a sunflower!
A sense of humour, and Orange and Cardomon ice lollies were a necessity!
February sees the youngest lemming take his marriage vows.
Yes.
The youngest lemming.
A simple ceremony on the beach.
A short honeymoon.
Then he’s off to uni and she's back to work.
They’ve put so much thought into this decision they’ve made
and I’m immensely proud of them both.
The flat will feel empty without him.
No hound.  No lemmings.
Just me. Myself. And I.
And a furball.
Change is inevitable.
And life affirming.
I’m becoming quite the champion at it.
March heralds the arrival of the middle lemming from the UK.
She’s here for a few weeks.
I am BEYOND excited.
It’s been almost 4 years since I last embraced her.
I’ll also get to meet Dan.
It’s gearing up to be an AMAZING year!
Challenging.
Full of change.
And crazily chaotic.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sunday, 1 October 2017

You got this. Keep going.

The 100 Day Exhibition is taking place as I write.
Putting together my entry over these last few weeks has been hugely time-consuming.  Every evening after work has been taken up with printing the images I’ve used and super-imposing the captions and quotes.  
Piecing it all together was a bit of a last minute scramble and, 
whilst not completely happy with the end result, 
the sense of accomplishment is huge.  
This is something I WILL participate in again.
It’s been a hugely emotional roller-coaster ride.  
On the way home from setting up on Saturday, 
I couldn’t halt the flood of tears that coursed down my face.
Even in her death the hound has bought SO much joy to my world.
Without realising it though my sub-conscious has been quietly 
processing the requirements for my next rambling companion.  
I hadn’t registered all this sub-limal activity that’s been taking place 
until Y and I were deworming some puppies a few weekends ago. 
It’s a litter of pups that Y is involved in the rehoming of.
They were so cute and SO cuddly!
Tripped us up at every turn and sat on our feet whenever we stood still.
But I didn’t want to take one home.
It did spark a thought process though.
And an awareness of what my sub-conscious has been processing.
I know that I want a puppy, not an older dog.
I don’t want another Labrador,
even though they’re one of my favourite breeds.
I want a boy this time.
For no other reason than that my girl was a legend.
A bum-waggling angel in a furry 4-legged body.
Beyond compare.
This next dog will be as unique as she was.
The sub-conscious is a funny old thing.
As Y and I chatted about this next dog it all came jumbling out - so effortlessly.
The type of dog.  Wether it would be a puppy or an older dog.  Even it’s gender.
I couldn’t recall having consciously MADE these decisions but, in my sub-conscious, I obviously had.  Our minds are so productive when left to their own devices. 
Knowing all this though and putting it into action are two very different things.
Whilst I know I’ve come a long way in the 5 months since her death,
 I also know I’m not ready to action the acquisition of a new pup yet.
The loss of my girl still weighs too heavily on my heart.
Sometimes the strength within you is not a big fiery flame for all to see,
 it is just a tiny spark that whispers ever so softly: 
“You got this.  Keep going.” 
~ The Idealist