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  • Be where you are

    I just read an article about travel in India and how it inspired the featured artist’s work… my immediate thought was, ‘oh my god, I have to go that exact place in India so I too can discover my artistic talents.’ My second thought was ‘how the hell am I going to do that?!’ And my third thought was, ‘actually I don’t need to go anywhere, I can start right here’.

    I’m sharing because I found the initial idea so seductive, as though the only way I could access my inner artist, and spirituality was by going somewhere else.

    But, as I’ve experienced, going somewhere else I’ve still been me. I’ve had wonderful moments of spiritual awakening and moments of total and utter dullness of paying bills and working boring jobs. This happens both in Mexico and in the U.K. although just saying I lived in Mexico sounds exotic. …
    By dropping right into that very moment of awareness, I can access my very self; it doesn’t matter if I’ve been sat on the sofa on the millionth round of breastfeeding and bored out of my skull or trekking through the desert in Mexico on a spiritual quest or sat at my desk in the office, I am still me in that very moment wherever I am… and that’s the perfect place for me to be. …. I’d love to hear if your experiences of dropping into the moment, where’s your favourite place to do this? 😍

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  • Slow Parenting: Motherhood as meditation

    “Parenting IS the Practice” – María Deza. Yoga & meditation teacher.


    This was the most valuable piece of parenting advice I’ve ever given.

    We were on a trip to Mexico visiting family and I was struggling. Our first born daughter was 6 months old and I was still not coping very well. I was still very overweight, still in my maternity clothes, breastfeeding around the clock and totally and utterly exhausted. Motherhood had broken me and I had no idea who I was anymore. This was thrown into even more stark relief when I returned to Mexico.

    When I’d left Mexico 3 years previously I’d been part of a supportive yoga and Vipassana group led by my good friend María Deza. I had a strong yoga practice 3 or 4 times a week, meditated every day and regularly attended meditation retreats. I identified myself as a meditator & yogi and continued this when I came to live in Bristol.

    During pregnancy I still meditated every day and made it on to the yoga mat regularly despite my ever increasing girth. Then Sophia arrived, and everything I thought about anything, was blown out of the water. Nevertheless, I naively signed up for post natal yoga for mummy & baby. That turned out to be an expensive way to sit & watch other mums do yoga, holding my baby who refused to lie down on the yoga mat. Also, the stress of trying to get myself and baby to a class at a particular time nearly killed me.

    Back in Mexico, I insisted on going to my previous yoga classes, but it wasn’t the same. I was exhausted, my body felt as though I’d been run over and my gigantic boobs got in the way and were aching for release by the end of the class. I was heartbroken; if I didn’t have the practice then what did I have? María could see my struggle and one day gave me a Thai massage on my feet. She treated me with such kindness and compassion and gave me that piece of advice: Parenting IS the Practice. In that moment, I stopped the struggle, I put down the idea that I had, of who I had been and who I thought I should: the relief was immense. I realised that instead of thinking that yoga and meditation was the only path, I could make parenting the path instead for this stage of my life. Instead of trying to fit something else into my overwhelming daily life with a young baby, I could subtract things instead. Strip my life down to the bare bones in order to have the physical, mental and emotional space to cope.

    This didn’t happen overnight, it’s been an ongoing daily practice for over 8 years now. It’s tough, wearing, exhausting and lonely at times. I can’t say I’ve mastered it and that I’m some sort of serene earth mother who floats through life. I am THAT mum who shouts the F word in the car park at swimming lessons upon discovering that my daughter has forgotten her swimming bag (this incident was gleefully reported back to my horrified mum by my youngest daughter).  I am THAT mum who loses her shit in Tesco and screams “I just bought you the bloody jam doughnuts!” to her kids, much to the amusement of the counter staff. So, no, my life isn’t quite how I envisaged it when I was pregnant with our first…

    And yet, when I’m aware enough and quiet enough in myself; I can drop down into myself, into my awareness and be with my daughters. This may only last for seconds or minutes but it’s the practice of returning to this awareness, this dropping in that has become strengthened over time and countless moments and allows me to be present and not lose my cool each and every time. So, when my youngest daughter has a melt down that her feet aren’t growing fast enough (?!) instead of brushing it aside or getting annoyed at the full on assault of my senses (screaming & crying at the volume that is guaranteed to make me lose it -how do kids get that pitch just right?!) I can identify my initial knee jerk reaction, stop it (because my joining in the shouting rarely helps) and instead drop into myself and just be with my daughter, cuddle her, reassure her, hold her and listen. Because at the end of the day, it’s ultimately never about the feet.

    I’ve been prompted to write this after conversations with friends who have become new mothers. I can recognise myself in the aftermath of pregnancy, birth and early motherhood. There is the expectation that life should continue as normal after having a baby, as though the baby should just fit into the space it’s been allocated in your life that revolves around you. At least, that’s what I thought. So, it was a rude shock when our daughter entered our lives and insisted that our lives change completely to accommodate her. I can still vividly recall my sense of outrage at this.

    I understand that what I’m talking about won’t suit everybody. I know there are so many different ways of dealing with parenthood and all are equally valid, in order to survive, you have to find out what works for you and your family. I’m just sharing my experience just in case it does resonate with someone , in the same way it became my life raft when I was a new mum. I use this simple phrase, “Parenting IS the Practice” almost as my mantra, to help me through the most difficult times and to help assuage the guilt I sometimes feel when I think I ought to be doing more, adding in yoga practice, meditation as a sitting practice, morning pages, daily rituals, the list can go on & on. I use it as a springboard to dive even deeper into the most ridiculously hard, exhausting, frustrating, beautiful, life affirming and soul filling experiences of my life so far.


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  • Grounding

    Soup is such a comforting and grounding meal for me. I make it for my family with so much care and offer it to them in the same spirit, to nourish and soothe. It’s so simple and unfussy, just veggies, chickpeas and little pasta. It feels like a warm hug and brings me back down into myself. …. The day before yesterday I was busy, my work day was filled with chattering and deadlines and then I rushed through the wind and rain to meet a good friend at a very busy local cafe. I drank a flat white and although it was beautifully made, I was so jangled. Then the school run and mum life but by the end of the day I was exhausted but my head was ringing and I could not sleep.

    So yesterday I needed to ground myself, the soup was just what I needed along with the added bonus of homemade granary sourdough. I’ve just managed to restart my sourdough starter so it felt particularly special last night.
    … Simple, unfussy food is such an aide to grounding and slowing down for me. I’d love to hear what food you turn to in moments of overwhelm…😍

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  • Gentle Anarchy

    Have you noticed the increasing pressure to move faster through life? …
    I noticed it the other day when I went supermarket shopping. The car park is always quite frenetic, and once I got inside I realised that there was an air of barely concealed hysteria, of people desperate to get the things they wanted, in a minimal amount of time so they could move on (topple forward) to the next activity.

    Picking up on this, I made a conscious decision not to join in. I didn’t want to join the frenetic canter through the aisles to the finish line checkouts, emerging victorious from the fray with my spoils. So, I went Slow.

    I took my time, meandered almost! I read the labels, took time to make my choices and revelled in the sensuous nature of so many beautiful foods vying for my attention. It was glorious!

    But I annoyed a whole bunch of people. I was jostled a number of times, and could feel the collective ‘pushing’, trying to force me to move quicker. Such an interesting experience which has given me so much to think about in other situations…

    Seriously though, if you want try some gentle anarchy, try going deliberately slow. It’s fascinating!! Have you got any experiences of gentle anarchy that you’d like to share? I’d love to hear from you 😍

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  • Toppling forward

    “We are rushing when we feel as if we are toppling forward. Our minds run ahead of ourselves; they are out there where we want to get to, instead of being settled back in our bodies. Whenever we are not present, right then, in that situation, we should stop and take a few deep breaths. Settle into the body again. Feel yourself sitting. Feel the step of a walk. Be in your body.” Joseph Goldstein

    I’m finding this idea rolling and rolling round my head at the moment. My mind is tumbling with ideas, I feel as though by beginning to express myself creatively, just in the tiniest of ways, that I’m beginning to unleash a giant torrent of creativity and ideas. It’s overwhelming, exhilarating and almost frightening… this has parallels with the ‘outside’ world too, everything seems to be moving faster and so much information is making demands on my mind space, my time, everything… I feel like I’m almost being pushed forward, toppling, toppling… ….
    And so, I take a big deep breath, return to my body, sink right down into my very core and take refuge there.
    Being grounded and fully present…and hanging on for dear life as this rollercoaster keeps on going…. does anyone else feel almost pushed over by life? How are you finding ways to cope? I’d love to hear other experiences of this 😍

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  • A lovely tea

    Slow Living Light moment: a lovely tea of crushed peas with wild garlic, seared new season English asparagus, goats cheese and olive oil… all piled on top of a beautiful loaf of sourdough, an unexpected gift from Laura @hartsbakery

    A perfect end to a lovely day catching up with a good friend that has left me with my soul full, my inspiration ignited and a happy tummy. Today has been a good day to appreciate the value of friends and a good old fashioned natter at the kitchen table while the baby sleeps and the kids are at school.

    #slowlivingsquad appreciating a moment of #slowlivinglight of #friendship and #simplespringfood atop of #sourdough 😍

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  • Sharing another moment of Slow Living Light

    A little posy of wild garlic foraged from my woodland walk back home from work. A welcome little gift from nature after a morning spent in meetings and wrestling with spreadsheets. I was thinking of cooking it with new potatoes, asparagus and courgettes, maybe some goats cheese. Or any other suggestions… I’d love to hear how you eat it 😍 #slowlivinglight moment brought to you by the #slowlivingsquad

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  • Books

    Completely and utterly inspired by these two books at the moment. I sat and devoured The Art of Frugal Hedonism in practically one day. It’s so reassuring to read similar experiences shared in the book and to know we’re not alone on this path. I ordered the book after listening to an interview on Slow Your Home podcast which was amazing. … I picked up Wild at the local library on a whim and it has blown my mind. I’ve never read anything like it before, it is so awesome. I can’t hurry my way through this one… each sentence needs to be savoured and digested. Remarkable… … What books are igniting your inspiration and passion at the moment? I’d love to hear your recommendations.