I was feeling super emotional a couple of days ago, whereby anything and everything was bringing tears to my eyes, and then I’d laugh at the absurdity of it all. I’m sure from the outside I must have seemed like a mad woman.
Stream of consciousness
It’s coming back to basics. Remembering that all of it matters: every moment, each conversation, glance, smile, tone of voice, action.. all of it, has meaning, all of it leaves an impact; while at the same time none of it matters at all. Lay down the self importance, take it lightly, none of it is all that serious.
What we resist persists
There are days where inspiration comes in explosions, oozing out of my skin from every single pore. There’s a bounce in my step, I’m so excited and so passionate about being alive. I want to jump, dance, sing, scream, shout, paint, write.. I want to let the whole world know how beautiful life is, how miraculous it is to be alive. There is so much I want to share and express I don’t even know how to beging getting out.. but I sit down with paint and paper or pen and paper or whatever mode of expression it is, perhaps even song, and it all comes flooding out. Like a dam has been opened, and finally it can all be expressed.
Here we go. First post on new website, how exciting! .. and a little bit daunting; but that's what new beginnings are like, aren't they?
Shedding the old, and creating space for the new to unfold.
It can be scary stepping into the unknown, out of our comfort zone. And moving beyond the little voices in your head that question, that doubt, that challenge...