Sunday musings ॐ
I spent so long hating my body — until i realised that every act of hate, every hateful word, every hate-filled thought directed towards my own flesh, contributed to the amount of hate in the world. And so i started practicing peace with my body — because every peaceful word we speak, every peaceful thought we think, every action that waters the seeds of peace within us, contributes to the amount of peace in the world. And this is what it really comes down to: What kind of world do you want to create — a hateful one or a peaceful one? ॐ
If you ever get the chance to read these books, please do — they will shake you awake one tiny aha moment at a time... Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu Siddhartha by Herman Hesse Daring Greatly by Brene Brown The Bhagavad Gita by Krishna Dvaipayana The Places That Scare You by Pema Chodron Bird By Bird by Anne Lamott Waking Up by Sam Harris Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle The Four Noble Truths of Love by Susan Piver Quiet Power by Susan Cain Yoga Mala by Pattabhi Jois The Untethered Soul by Michel Singer The Religion of Thinness by Michelle Lelwica The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible by Charles Eisenstein ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ What is everyone else reading? Any recommendations for books that have changed your life? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It’s crazy — all the meaningless stuff we cling to when life would be so much more beautiful if we simply let it go ॐ.
Cake date for one — because it’s Monday and it’s raining and i just hit 70,000 words for my next book ॐ.
Lots of things are changing at the moment. For me. And maybe for you too. It feels like we’re all coming home to who we really are and what really matters to us — for me, that’s included becoming more connected to nature. So, we’ve spent the last few weekends turning our rundown backyard into a little ecogarden to grow our own fruit and veg and it’s finally ready for planting!! Long term, we’d love to get a little plot of land, build our own home, and be totally self-sustainable, but for now i’m just hoping we can successfully grow a few potatoes!! Does anyone else grow their own? Or have any tips?!
Something beautiful has happened since i started meditating — instead of doing things to earn love, i’ve started doing things from a place of love. Instead of doing things to prove i am worthy, i’ve started doing things because i trust i already am. And i’ve realised that when we remember love is not something that needs to be earned, that there are no prerequisites for worthiness, we begin to heal. And when we begin to heal, our actions begin to change, to transform, to become more loving. And when our actions become more loving, so does our world ॐ.
I’m more sure than ever that we need stories just as much, if not more, than we need science — stories that let us know we are not alone, stories that give our lives meaning, stories that tell us that other people have been in the dark place we call home and have gone on to find the light. I’ve been reading a lot of stories lately — mainly traditional myths and legends from all different parts of the world. Partly for a work project, but mainly because they open my heart to a more beautiful way of being in the world. This one is the Story of Creation from the Hopi people. I think it’s about having the courage to venture into the swamp of your mind to find the beauty that lies beneath the sludge. It is one of my favourites ॐ
Yoga is forever teaching me that the body is a gift. A work of art. A mystery. Not just a vessel, but all your dreams and hopes and memories in physical form. So delicate that a word, a look, a thought may harm it. Speak kindly to it. Be loving with it. Live gently in it ॐ
Spent most of the day in the garden — sawing and shovelling and creating vegetable patches and turning our tiny backyard into a little eco farm. And this reconnection with nature made me realise how long i spent totally disconnected from life — cut off from nature, alienated from my own body, detached from emotions, isolated from purpose, trapped in a sense of aloneness. And it made me realise how much connection and belongingness is found in the simple beautiful things when you care deeply for what is right in front of you — when you care deeply for this body, for this relationship, for this human, for this meal, for this poem, for this tiny plot of land, for this breath, for this moment, for this life ॐ.
Sunday morning on my mat. Slowly. Mindfully. Playfully. ॐ
When my Dad passed away i decided to start creating a different way of life — a slower, gentler, more peaceful way of life. A life where wealth isn’t measured by money and success isn’t defined by struggle and purpose isn’t traded for productivity. So i uprooted and down sized and stripped back my life so i could move closer to what is sacred. And, over the last couple of years, it’s been hard not to get sucked back into the rat race, into the habit of struggle, into the feeling of never enough-ness — because we are surrounded by it and the fight to feel worthy is all most of us have ever known. But on days like today, days full of books and beach walks and gardening and leftover pizza and deep conversations with people i love, i remember that struggle is not our default state — and that this is how we are supposed to be in the world: peaceful, present and in awe ॐ.
Now and then i find myself worrying and doubting my place in the world — and then i remember there are brownies to bake and books to read and that all those things i was worrying about don’t really matter at all and i’ll be just fine if i simply slow down and breathe and fall in love with this moment again and again ॐ. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (Had these black bean brownies with a serving of Women Who Run With Wolves this afternoon. Has anyone read it? What did you think of it? I started reading it (again!) back in September and i’m still going — every chapter feels like it’s cracking me open and uncrumpling a bit of my soul).
I found these little seedlings growing in my garden earlier. They looked so fragile and so beautiful and so i stopped to admire them for a few moments — this new life magically growing through the dirt and debris. It reminded me of how i used to rush through life as if the most important thing was to get everything done. And it’s only now that i realise how much beauty i missed out on — sunsets that light up the sky like wild fire, the whisper of the sea kissing the shore, the seedlings that survived the coldness of winter, growing through the dirt, reaching for the sunlight, showing us that it’s possible to rise from the mud, to bloom out of darkness, to heal, to grow, to thrive ॐ
You do not have to struggle. You do not have to work yourself to the bone to prove you are worthy. You only have to hold yourself gently and listen to the soft beat of your heart guide you home to love ॐ
This seems to be coming up a lot in my work at the moment — the belief that success and happiness comes from sacrifice and struggle. That anything worth doing must involve willpower and discipline and self-denial. And i think struggling is so interwoven in modern life, in a system that pushes us towards busyness and productivity, that it feels like there is no other way. But there is another way. I spent years struggling — overworking, under eating, under sleeping, trying to prove my worth through self-denial and self-control and and self-sacrifice. And then i discovered the opposite of struggle — surrender. And sometimes i forget and slip back into the mode of struggle. But then i visit the ocean or watch the sunset or gaze deeply into the eyes of someone i love and remember again — i remember how much more beautiful it is, how much more powerful it is, to stop struggling to control life and simply let life flow through you ॐ.
I just made my first ever batch of sushi!! And it reminded me to do things for the first time more often — more exploring, more adventuring, more playing, more creating, more making a mess, more going beyond the walls of your comfort zone, more unknowns, more vulnerability, more aliveness ॐ.