There is a place called paradise…

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I know I only tend to write currently at time when my heart soars.  Motherhood is consuming and it has, at times, consumed me.. My heart and life filled to the brim but my soul left feeling deeply neglected. Cast aside… Put on hold…

I know that this will evolve as my little one grows. For now, he needs his mamma. And his mamma cannot get enough of him…. You only have them small for such a short time…

Except, for the days when I can get enough of him.  The days that drain.  The days that I struggle. The days that feel like forever…. The days where I feel it’s the hardest job I’ve ever done.

It’s fluid… Just like life… Motherhood is a funny thing. It is so filled with intensity. Things don’t happen by halves. It is consuming and it’s always either on.. or off.

And in my experience, it’s so rarely off…

Don’t get me wrong. I love being the mother of my son. I cannot tell you of the love.

I have never experienced such love in any other moment in my life. The nurturing. The giving. The honesty. The laughs. The cuddles. They are all so so intense.

So big. So, so big..

For that I am time rich..  But for me, I am time poor.

Motherhood is unique to every single soul and every mother. Some thrive. Some falter. All will find a time where they need nourishment and support.

For everything there is a time.

As I write, I am sitting in a treehouse on the south east coast of Sri Lanka. For the first time since my motherhood journey began, I am reconnecting fully back in with myself. Replenishing my soul so it can continue to thrive and to give.

I am with five beautiful women.

Five strangers….

Five complete strangers….

Five different women, five different ages, with five different life journeys, and five different needs. Time has placed us together in this space.

In this journey…

Call it coincidence. Call it fate. But we are all here.

Now.

Nurturing each other. Supporting each other.

Laughing, learning, living, embracing. Our hearts are wide open. Our souls are filling again.

We are on what is called a “balance break.” A restoration of ourselves. A nurturing of ourselves. A checking in. A “retreat” if you like, based entirely on us.

And yes, it’s utterly amazing!!

If you haven’t escaped before, why not jump off and try it?! Find one that suits you. Nurtures you. Your life will only be richer for it, your heart open and your soul enriched. You might just find the way to fly higher than you ever imagined…

I chose Paper Tiger Wellness for my soul balance break.

 
ECOTIP – travel in Asia, it is nearly impossible to avoid your plastic usage. For starters, you can’t drink the water so every drop of drinking water comes out of a plastic bottle. Now that we have such fabulous recycling programs in place in Australia, I’m squashing all my plastic bottles, which totalled only three as I’m refilling where possible, with the intent to bring home in my luggage and recycling in Australia is I can guarantee they won’t end up on a beach. I’m doing the same with my soft plastic packaging. They’ll be headed for the RedCycle bin at my local Coles supermarket.

If you’re interested in finding out more about providing safe drinking water without waste to areas of the world that need it most, check out http://www.wavesforwater.org/about/story and become a courier on your next trip.

 

Get out there.  The world awaits you.  Your soul dreams to fly.

xx

Our sea-change.. Or was it tree-change?

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A year ago we moved across our great big continent. A distance of nearly 4,000 kilometres.

A year ago we uprooted our lives and took a chance.  We moved away from the big cities and into a more regional area.  Today we pinch ourselves as to where our lives are now.

We’ve only just realised that we have made both a sea-change and a tree-change and we couldn’t be happier..

Life is simple.

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Watching our child grow up miles from the craziness of our modern day cities makes us smile.  We have playdates on the beach.  We bush walk.  We climb trees.  We garden.  We play in the mud.  We jump in muddy puddles.  We check the surf with dad.  We watch native animals and birds in our backyard.  We are growing our own vegetables.  We make bread from scratch.

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When I return from working in the city to our little life, I feel myself begin to breathe..

The space.  The stars.  The trees.  The silence.  So long traffic….

Honey, I’m home.

x

 

Bless….

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“As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness — just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”

― Laura Ingalls Wilder
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Fragility

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Every once in a while something shocks you. Strikes you down. Hits you hard. In the chest. In your heart. In your soul. Something that will stay with you forever.

Something that when it does, saddens me to the core. Makes me bleed.

A few months back it was an image of an orangutan. Covered in blood. Burned by humans, to death. The real face of the fight against palm oil. The real victims.

That image hit me hard. That image has changed me. It has made me more aware. It has influenced the way I shop at the supermarket. It has changed the products I buy. Palm oil is currently my enemy number one. I can fight with my wallet.

What absolutely knocked me for six was an image I came across on Facebook just the other day. An image so confronting that I will share it only on a link below. It was a photograph of a beautiful strong African male elephant killed by poachers. They hadn’t just sawn off his tusks, but had hacked off his entire face for the illusive ivory of his beautiful strong tusks. All whilst he was alive. Probably to save on time and bullets.

What???!!! Images like this distress me. Images like this and the orangutan haunt me. They make me feel sick to be human.

Unlike palm oil, this reality I can’t fight.

War, as much as it horrifies me to say this, I can deal with. Two sides, both human. Both with egos. The devastation it causes is tragic but is human created.

Famine, also so tragic, I believe is nature’s way of culling. Us, animals, plants…. It’s survival of the fittest. It’s Darwin’s theory of evolution.

What really hits me is human vs nature. One with a mind and an ego so big. The other much more fragile and innocent.

Both the orangutan and the stunningly strong bull elephant will remain in my mind forever. Both have lost their lives. But, both have made a life changing imprint on my life. Both have changed me as a human. Both have made me stand up ready to fight. To fight for the future of their species and of this beautiful planet we share. Neither, in my heart and soul, have died in vane.

I believe that education is the greatest teacher. Through awareness we learn. By acting on that knowledge we grow strong.

With enough noise, one man can change the world.

xx

Orangutan: http://www.greenerideal.com/science/0911-burned-orangutan-dies-result-of-palm-oil-demand/

Elephant: http://freespirithobo.tumblr.com/post/18623870552/his-face-hacked-off-with-no-conscience-or

Evolution

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Nearly six months later and I am only just beginning to feel as though I am resurfacing into the world after having our baby. Some days are still hazy; other days the clouds are starting to lift. Sleep, on the other hand, is still very much only a dream.

It’s quite amazing. No-one can ever truly prepare you for motherhood. Every mother’s road will be different. Every child unique. Just like a David Attenborough documentary, every parent evolving just as a caterpillar metamorphosises into a beautiful butterfly. Never to return.

Just like my life you will find that this blog too evolves. I write from within so therefore how could it possibly not. This year is going to be a big one as we begin plans to rebirth our home. Evolve our home. And as always, expand our dreams of living green in a modern world.

Less than five kilometres from our city centre, yet we are creating a world away from the hustle and bustle of the crazy modern age we live in. Green grass, gardens, worm farms, edible backyards, chickens, insects, compost, solar passive designs, sustainable living, baby steps…

Life is taking time to smell the roses.

As the clouds lift higher, I plan to make time to blog. I plan to reconnect again with this earth. I plan to feel the wind on my cheeks. I’m looking forward to you joining me on my journey.

xx