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Me 1974

Happy Monday everyone!! This morning the day greeted London with blue skies and sunshine, that slipped under the blind and pulled me from my reverie. I’m not sure what I was dreaming of, but the feeling of discontent was difficult to shed in wakefulness, and it took some time, and a second cup of coffee to find the motivation required to address the busy ‘to do list’ that’s been waiting all weekend. I sat at my desk, and surveyed the books and papers, searching for inspiration, wondering where the answers to my dilemmas are hiding.

I have a photo in my office, a treasured memento; clients often enquire whether it’s my daughter, or perhaps a niece, but the little girl with her hair brushed in bunches, smiling at the camera, is me circa 1973. It’s one of my earliest memories, taken at playschool (kindergarten) and is a reminder to not let studying/work eclipse play too frequently. Today my younger-self seems to sigh and question why it’s so difficult being a ‘grown up’; making decisions, shouldering responsibility, and I wish for a moment that I could warn her not to embrace it too eagerly, to enjoy the freedom and simplicity a little longer.

I have a lot going on at the moment, and it seems exhausting juggling disappointments and realizations, opportunities and obligations; and I wished for a moment that I could escape it, that choosing which was my favourite picture in the book the photographer had given me, was again the only thing I had to worry about. Then I realized, it is still that easy actually, except the pictures aren’t printed, we have to draw them, not with pencils or crayons, but our choices and actions; and that creating the life we want isn’t about what it’s supposed to look like, but letting our imaginations run wild with the colours available.

Suddenly being the grown up version of the little girl in the photograph isn’t so daunting, life is a much bigger canvas than she could have imagined, and there are seemingly unlimited colourful possibilities. There are still decisions to be made and a myriad of complicated questions, but the answers are where they have always been (in her heart), and she knows where to look for them, when she’s patient enough to remember anyway. I hope you have a beautiful week, and that a snapshot of now will be a motivation in your future : )) Blessings & love

{Photo: Me circa 1973} © 2013

Procrastination for breakfast

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Good morning everyone! Today I was rudely awoken by some road works in my vicinity, that incessant pounding drilled into my thoughts as they dug up the pavement, leaving me feeling rather less than chirpy as I pushed my head under the pillows, searching for tranquility. I had promised myself a restful day after a rather full weekend, but on waking the list of things I really must do and numerous responsibilities flooded into my thinking, filling the void my disappearing dreams had recently inhabited. I tried in vain to find the threads that would lead me back to my reverie, to those feelings of acute understanding and clarity that elude me on waking. There’s some security in sleep, where somehow priorities fall magically into place and my head and heart seem to communicate without the perpetual arguments and mis-understanding that I notice on waking. But the dreams were gone, and the roadworks continued to rudely disturb my usually peaceful abode, so I wrapped up in a robe and made some coffee.

It’s a cloudy day in London, with that flat opaque light that isn’t terribly inspiring, but does provide a blank canvas upon which to draw the day on. Another sunny day would surely have tempted me away from my desk, and really I do have to make a dent in this list that I’ve been writing in my head since waking. Instead of my habitual sojourn on the sofa to check in with my heart as I sip my latte, today I headed straight to my desk, full of good intentions and plans of productivity.. and then I sat there staring out the window, wondering. Then I noticed a familiar feeling, paralysis by analysis, when there is so much to do that I can’t see the starting point, and even if I could I am worrying so much about the ending before I unravel the middle, whilst sitting in inertia.

A few deep breaths, and I have identified the most stressful project, the one where the good ideas drop into my head when I least expect them, but disappear when I’m ready to incorporate them. And I know that the best place to start is simply anywhere, just start, have faith and the road will open up in front of me.. so I’m going to stop procrastinating, and letting the morning get away, I’m going to grab it with both hands and write my thoughts; a rough draft, imperfect but full of good intentions, trying at least, and hopefully heading in the right direction, even if it does happen to be the scenic route : )) I hope that you’re having a happy Monday, and that your day unfolds beautifully, that you enjoy the process, and that every now and again you will breathe and appreciate your progress! Blessings & love ♥ Hxx

{PS. No, it’s not my desk in the picture.. but mine does have the same elements.. a Mac, scented candle, flowers (orchids) a starfish reminder, and a vision board.. that happens to rather more blue and watery : )) Picture uncredited, via Pinterest}

17th December 2012

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Good morning everyone! Today I woke late after a busy birthday weekend, drifting into Monday morning, slowly as wakefulness claimed me. I lay a while, enjoying a few moments to snuggle in that place in between, before stretching to greet the day with enthusiasm. It’s another gorgeous sunny start in London, with blue skies stretching as far as the eye can see, whilst the sunlight falls in shafts through the windows, illuminating the ordinary and making it beautiful. I snuggled up in the sunny spot on the sofa with my soy latte, quietly contemplating the day and my week ahead.

Being a December baby, and having the privilege of sharing my birthday with my Dad, we have an unwritten rule that Christmas plans and decorations can start once our birthday has been appreciated, to stop it becoming encompassed in the general festivities. As a child it meant I still felt my birthday was a special day for us, and as an adult it’s a good way to keep Christmas limited to a few precious weeks, rather than drag on and dilute its magic. So today at the top of my list is unearthing the Christmas decorations, and maybe a little Christmas shopping, and even possibly writing the stack of Christmas cards that sit waiting on my desk, as I get into the festive spirit.

Meanwhile it’s such a lovely day, the air is cool and crisp, with barely a breeze to stir the trees, and the sky is that delicious blue that I just want to fall in to! So I’m taking a walk up the hill into the village, to breathe in the season and appreciate the little things, I’m going to stop and admire the wreaths and decorations along the way, looking for mistletoe at the flower stall, and maybe enjoy a gingerbread reindeer at my favourite café. I hope that your Monday is beautiful too, and that you have time amongst the festive preparations to appreciate it the things that make it special for you ♥ Blessings & love, Hxx

Good morning, fading autumn.

Happy Monday everyone!! I hope you have had a wonderful weekend, and that you feel rested and rejuvenated for the week ahead : )) It’s a cloudy day here in London, and the air is cool and still damp from the early rain. A few birds chatter outside my window, displaced it seems from the tree that now stands bare, her elegant branches stripped of the autumnal hues of the leaves she has shed. It’s quiet and peaceful as I sip my latte on the awesome sofa, just the gentle sound of the clock to remind me that time is ticking, and the day is passing, this day that will never come again. I smile at the paperwork beside me, half done, half to do; and it feels good to be in the middle rather than at the beginning, with the end in sight. It feels like a productive Monday already, and as the autumn plods into winter, this week of winding down with some work (nutritionists aren’t generally busy during the festive season), some other projects inspire me, especially after an encouraging afternoon yesterday, discussing some plans with friends.

I met my friend LS yesterday with every intention for a walk on the Heath, as the beautiful morning began to fade in the afternoon. Wrapped up appropriately against the looming clouds, I marched up the hill to meet her, yet got delayed in the village as a Christmas market filled the high street, and the narrow trajectory passageways left over from an earlier era. As I struggled through the thick crowds perusing homemade cake stands, and stalls of Christmas decorations, jewelry, knitted tea cosies, chocolate truffles, and natural hand creams; I called to explain my delay, so she came to meet me and we decided to take a quick turn around the event to see the live reindeer (yes visiting London from Lapland, and so-o cute), before we got caught in the festive spirits and abandoned our walk completely.

We met several friends unexpectedly, and stood chatting amidst mugs of mulled wine and frothy hot chocolates, smiling faces peeking between hats and scarves as children proudly brandished their prizes won at the fair. We live in an area popular with writers and thespians, so every now and then a familiar face in the crowd wouldn’t be someone we actually knew after all, but everyone was jolly and super-friendly. The Christmas lights were turned on as the darkness crept in, and we continued our festive spree, sitting snugly in a café, chatting about love, life, health and well-being, shared histories, careers, travels, plans, and reasons for living, as the evening displaced the afternoon, and the ferris wheel was packed up with the rest of the stalls, straw swept from the road, and gingerbread treats taken home. Then we said our goodbyes to old friends and new ones acquired, before tramping home in our different directions, feeling suddenly ready for the festive weeks ahead and smiling.

So this morning I’m cosy and snug as I address the work that didn’t get finished on Friday, and after a full weekend it feels like a good week ahead; I’ve decided to make it that way! I’m stretching my back, and breathing in deeply as I smile at the clouds beyond the window, reassured that the blue sky sits just above them. I do hope that this Monday feels positive and productive for you too, and that as autumn prepares to depart, you feel ready to embrace the winter season. Blessings & love, Hxx

Happy Monday!

Good morning everyone!! Today I woke late, emerging from a dream of confusing conversations, and lay for a while processing some thoughts, pondering my options. Responsibility soon rushed in with a list of things I really must achieve today, so I sighed and stretched, sent love to those I care about, and got up to greet the day. It’s a cloudy start to the week here in London, although the rain has stopped, dampness hangs in the air with the smell of autumn. The leaves are turning golden, but the white geraniums still pepper the window boxes and terracotta pots that line the balcony, amidst the fading greenery.

I started the day with a hot zesty lime drink rather than coffee, I have been feeling a little run down of late, adjusting to the season, so I’m making health a priority. I sat on the sofa and wrote out my ‘to do’ list; one column for urgent, and one for important, the things we easily neglect when we’re busy. It’s too easy to focus on those items that demand our immediate attention; deadlines, bill payments, etc. and squeeze out the important things like exercise, relationships, and personal growth. So I’m peppering my day with important things like a walk on the heath, sending cards via snail mail, and ten minutes of meditation.

Monday isn’t usually the most popular day, but I rather like it as it’s always an opportunity for a fresh start, and to begin the week with positive approach. So I’m wishing you a beautiful day, and hope you’re smiling : )) Blessings & love, Hxx