I received an email this week saying the subscription for my domain name was coming up for renewal… for a blog I haven’t written on in 18 months. But something made me take notice of that email, it stirred something in me. Why did I stop blogging? Do I enjoy it? Do I have something to say?
The answers to the above question are ‘I don’t know’, ‘yes, I love to write’ and ‘I always have something to say, and usually with great enthusiasm’.
In reality, I struggle with the tech aspect of it and the needing to be near a computer. I am still social-media free on my phone, and only access FB on a desktop if I need FB marketplace and I don’t generate an income with adds on here, so maybe subconsciously I questioned when these posts are going to get seen and by whom?
…and life is FULL. Still home-ed’ing my 2 girls, still living within an intentional community, still juggling 2 businesses and still trying to S L O W D O W N. Maybe it’s these light, late evenings that are giving me a feeling of spaciousness and energy, so here is my attempt at bringing some life back into this space…however frequent that can be.
By September I hope to write at least 3 posts…and see how it makes me feel (and you, if there’s any readers out there?) I have personally gained so much insight and wisdom from reading other blog posts over the past 10 years, and I continually get asked by friends to share my night weaning tips, breakfast recipes, chemical-free cleaning tips etc that I feel I really ought to give back and share these life skills I’m picking up along my journey in motherhood.
A ritual I value so greatly is an evening bath. Tonight, it will consist of dead sea salts, almond oil, rose essential oil…the window wide open as the birds sing their evening song, the smell of honeysuckle and damp summer earth wafting in on the breeze that cools my heated skin and stillness…oh the stillness is so beautiful to me. To lie, in the water and be still.
I used to listen to podcasts a lot in the bath, but I just can’t seem to get into them currently. It’s too much noise, too much chatter…I either opt for simple bird song or I play ‘Made of Rivers’ poetry album by Emory and Trevor Hall (purchased on Bandcamp) I have listened to these poems hundreds of times and they still move me each and every time (the album also so happens to be the perfect length it takes for my bath to cool down). I’ll end on that recommendation, go listen to her poems…here’s a little sample;
‘let the wilderness in.
grow a forest for a heart
make your very blood
a salve
of pine
and open sky.
be the air
that birds come to sing in.
the water
that even rivers seek.’
//wild
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