Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Spring and the seed of change



I cannot believe it was November last year that I last decided to write a post for this little project of mine. Normally, before I write a post, I'm brimming with a burning desire to write something onto a page and get it clear, out of my head and onto something tangible. I may not be able to hold sheets of paper with this latest blog post in my hand but I can feel the keypads tapping away beneath my finger tips, eager to bring action to the thoughts in my head.

For a long time, writing helped me. As a teenager, I would wake up in the middle of the night to scroll down quick verses of a new song or an idealised phrase I had been mulling over during maths class that day. In college, I bought lots of pocketbooks to write ideas, phrases, notes and feelings down before they were forgotten about. It amazes me the variety of ideas I came up with and the innocence with which I wrote each page. When I re-read those notebooks and sheets of paper and post-its, I think "How lost was I?".

I think it suprises the best of us that we are always going to be a little lost. That is the point of our existence; to find. To find peace, love, understanding, compassion and that simply being on this planet is sometimes enough. We torture ourselves with our critical minds that we should be doing more, better, smarter, stronger.

I turned 27 in March when it was -5 and bitter, snowing in the north and flooding in the south. This time last year, I got sunburnt shoulders in the back garden, happily sitting like a child, planting out seedlings for the coming harvest. I was sitting beside the man that I loved and wondering how I got so lucky to have found him and this situation and this life, that was still far from complete but since I was appreciating the present, felt full to the brim.

I have no typical illusions/delusions of what it means to be in my late 20's. The concept of having certain tasks of life completed at this point don't bother me. All I wanted was to be healthy and as happy as I could be depending on my circumstances. At the day of turning 27, I had had two months of anguish because the man that I love is no longer by my side. I hoped that he would be again. I hoped that he would appreciate me again and all the love and help I had given him. I hoped that I would be loved the way he used to love me before he started taking me for granted.

All these feelings prompted me to eventually reach a certain point of understanding. That life can be difficult and upsetting and painful but there is still so much to cherish. The trick, I think, is to enjoy every day as best you can, especially the challenging ones. They are the days we learn something new.

This realisation, that I think I will always have to prompt myself to keep in mind pushed me to write this post in facebook. I have so many beautiful friends all around the world that, though facebook is very invasive, it is a means of accessing a global community, a virtual universe. So I sent the post out, not just to my friends but to that virtual universe, in the hope that I could help even one person going through something similar to let them know that they are not alone.

Dear Universe. For a long time now I didn't know what the fuck you were doing. You created situations that hurt and upset me and I was just very unimpressed in general when I work so hard to make things right. Spring started yesterday and it was my birthday and you didn't seem to realise either of those things. There are gale force winds today and the sun is still hiding. I was not impressed. Now ...I realise that this winter was like a very big rock in the way and I was the river spending all my energy trying to break through. I've now decided to be creative and go around it and now I'm making my way again. This was possible because you gave me two amazing housemates who laughed and listened and ate copious amounts of birthday food with me last night. Then you helped my Mam, bundled up in a winter coat and hat, come to Sligo to drink tea, eat porridge, listen to each other, giggle, stay warm inside and eat colourful winter salads. There was a lot of beauty today and yesterday. And when you decide that Spring is finally here and we can all leave the longest winter ever behind us, I'll be ready to appreciate it for all its worth and I won't be so angry at you anymore. Love, Grace X
 
Well Spring arrived. It took me a while but in the end, I appreciated it. I got up everyday since the end of March and I tried. I took joy in the things I loved but had forgotten about and in doing that, I loved myself a little bit more each day.
 
 
       
I collected cockles, I marvelled at seedlings reaching for the sun on my balcony, I talked to my little plants, encouraging them to be strong against the cold winds, I made delicious food each day that I would want and took photographs as much as possible. I bought flowers each weeks-shining daffodil trumpets and welcomed them each morning I walked into the kitchen. I laughed. I sang along the the Big Lebowski soundtrack in the car. I breathed in sea air and silently meditated as I weeded the polytunnel. I took time for myself. I made lots of cups of tea. I stayed in touch with my little sister and helped her sell her stuff at the market. I made a big deal out of Easter. I made jewellery again. I said yes instead of I can't. I rose above the sick hurt in the pit of my stomach.

 I rejoiced when he started to acknowledge me again and all the help I gave him for months for his course. When he said he felt so proud that he had sat his exams and that he couldn't have done that if I hadn't believed in him.
Why then, has he stopped getting in touch? Why then, does that lack of appreciation and love after only a few days affect me so much? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there's another reason. Maybe he's just as confused as me.
 
 
The surf is back. The sun is out. It's only 9 degrees in the water but I'm going to do what my wonderful friend Mitch advised when he responded to my facebook post. "Paddle out and breath darlin' ". There is still a lot of learning to be done if my heart still hurts this much. There are many, many things to be grateful for, though. I live near the beach now, the surf is up, I have renewed friendships with so many people who care, the sun is shining, Spring is here and it's singing in happiness that it lasted this winter. So I'm going to get in my car, sing along the the Big Lebowski soundtrack, submerge and immerse myself in that beautiful water and as the water runs through my wetsuit as I duckdive down and caresses my skin, renewing it, forming a new layer of protection and nurturing care as only the sea knows how, I'll think to myself, "be good to yourself and breath....."

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Take action

I've been very inactive the last two or three weeks with a recurring flu. It's that time of year of hot-cold-hot-cold-cold and pretty much everyone is bound to a packet of tissues or is staring blankly at the multivitamin shelf in the chemist after work, looking for something that will make them feel better.

It's no biggie. I get the flu every year. I guess this year it got in the way of my swing. I was starting to get into the flow of operations here in Sligo. Yoga twice a week, work twice a week in town, my blog. It was all going quite well. Then one day at work a kid coughed then sneezed a wet one onto his sleeve in the crease of his elbow. That did it. Next day, the bedroom smelt of lemon and ginger and a nice little pile of tissues, orange peels, mugs and throat lozenge wrappers settled in to stay beside my bed.

You would think that I would have used this time to take action and catch up on reading, watch those environmental documentaries I've been keeping my eye on or simply start crocheting those mittens for Christmas. Instead I decided to feel sorry for myself and drink more tea and watch HOURS of Breaking Bad, The IT Crowd, Battlestar Galactica (again) and Grimm.

It was the greatest feeling to breath in fresh air and leave the apartment after a week in bed. Two days later, I got the flu again and we were back to the pile of tissues. This time the man friend actually knew what he was doing; he was aware of how much honey to put in the hot ginger tea and even cooked some dinner (the horror) without meat in them. For me. Positive, caring, nurturing behaviour to help me. I am so used to helping others out I couldn't fully remember what it felt like to be looked after for a change.

Getting back into yoga tonight after two weeks, I fell over, stretched muscles that were long forgotten and went red in the face with the frustration of two weeks of yoga lost. It took 80 minutes and 10 of relaxation at the end for me to finally switch my destructively critical mind off and to be at peace. Taking action is not just about forcing yourself to get over the flu. It is not about rushing into your backlog of work. It is not about judging yourself against the new girl in yoga who is now one week ahead of you in her path towards a leaner body and more focused mind.

Taking action is sometimes about making a conscious effort to decide to calm the negative and destructive mind that is so harsh on your emotions and your body. It is a focused response to fthe ear of not being good enough when you start to compare your pose to the person next to you. It is a decision to be clear about your goals of not just a lean body but a strong body, strong mind and clear, healthy and positive emotional base. These are my mantras of this week. Overall, I am telling myself this week "I am taking action by being good to myself, my body, my soul, my heart, my gut and my mind.

This website really inspired me and made me think that action need not necessarily be a movement or change of the body. http://www.actionforhappiness.org/ Thank you Tori Lane for pointing it out! X

 
Namaste!

Monday, 5 November 2012

Things can only get better







Have I managed to put that irritating song into your head for the rest of the day?
It's repetitive and has cheesy tunes to accompany it but the overall message is positive and wholesome and hopeful all in one.



I want things to get better. I want to be healthy and happy and I am now of the firm belief that things can only get better, not because so many things have gone wrong but because I am willing them to get better, for myself and for those I care about.
I am a big believer in the analogy of waves as a representation of our lives and the world around us. Not just those beautiful green blue masses of force out at sea but sound, light and experiences. Waves are in constant movement, constant change and and constant flow. Nothing is ever stagnant. Everything is temporary. Suddenly the world becomes very philosophical because you realise that only the current moment means anything. It is the now that is important and while we focus on things only getting better, we automatically admit to ourselves that we are discontent with the now.

This has always been a difficult point for me. I try to focus on the now but in reality, I am not entirely happy with the now, not fully content with the present and want to see change, not just for myself but for people and the world around me. It was then that I realised that making the most of the present is understanding what needs to change towards happiness and growth for myself and others. Change is growth and we were not put here to remain stagnant. Enlightenment comes from the understanding of change not the longingness for it.

It was this brainwave that led me to wanting to learn and understand about new ideas of growth, not simply economic growth. Money and the striving for wealth never made any sense to me. As far as I can see, the greatest wealth to be found and to be given, is in love and the expression of it to ourselves, the people we care about, the people who don't understand and to this beautiful earth we live on. I am inspired by people who are DOING and practicing the change they want to see in the future from others, in the present themselves. It gives me hope, it keeps me positive and makes me feel whole because I think the world is so much better with this kind of change that no amount of change money could bring about.

Here are two documentaries that illuminated my day.
 
The first: Edible City makes me feel like I am not alone in my desire to fix cities and help communities, one garden at a time.


Jamie Johnson's documentary: The One Percent, gives me hope that there are people, even within the 1% who are thinking, thinking about where they come from, who they are and what they want to be right now and what kind of world they want for the future.



Enjoy! This happy girl did :)

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Get your hands dirty






Unfortunately, the last few weeks have been more difficult than I would have liked. Moving house and town and changing my lifestyle while the manfriend is away working has been difficult. I started prioritising all the boring things I thought were necessary for some stability, such as buying a new chopping board, painting the bedroom, mopping floors and paying bills.
Since the new moon two weeks ago, nature has been calling and I really don't think she has been very happy with me. I spent most of Spring and Summer in the garden, getting my hands dirty, regardless of the rain-soaked skies. My whole body has been crying out with emotion and angst as I have let inconsequential tasks get in the way of doing what I want and enjoying the things that I want to do WHILE I am doing them. Being in the moment is one of the most difficult tasks I find to complete. Amidst all my note taking and post-its stuck on walls, doors and book covers, not once do I write, "do what you love" or "be in the moment". It all sounds too hippy dippy but I'm beginning to realise that they are the most important tasks of the day.

Two nights ago, mother nature called again with a whopper of a full moon and I retaliated like a child, hiding in bed and mooching around the house all day yesterday in a depressed stupor. My mam then told me of an Indian full moon tradition where all Indian women place a bowl of rice out under the full moon each night to invite pure ideas and cleanse emotions and the spirit. The moon last night was a beacon of clean light and as I left the curtains open to let the light into my room, I knew things were going to be different.

 I woke up alert and eager to live out the day with purpose and spent all day in garden in the crisp autumnal winds. The dogs bounced around the garden, making me smile so easily. My hands were dry and caked with mucky soil, my nails were black with mulch and dirt and by the time I had finished sweeping up the leaves outside my house and roadway, I felt like I had swept up the badness and confusion of the last few weeks and instead of hiding them, I found a use for them.




I piled barrells full of beautiful golden, amber and yellow leaves onto my parents' raised garden beds and gently tucked the soil and the worms and all that nutrient potential into the ground for the winter. I lovingly threw the leaves in the air while I played with the dogs, I didn't try and pick up every last leaf and took time to enjoy leaves flying around the air out of my bucket. It doesn't matter, I thought. I wasn't trying to control everything. I was letting things just happen.
 
I've got a few pics and videos to show you how to mulch and use those free beautiful leaves to make free beautiful compost.
 Enjoy! X
 
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There is a website called http://glad.is that had an article about 10 Things to do to Make you Happy. One that really stuck with me was daily altruism and I remembered with great love the Maori word 'koha'. Koha is a beautiful practice celebrated by kind people that simply means gift or gifting. You give willingly of time or energy or seeds or food, expecting nothing in return. I gave koha of my time and love for the earth and gardening to my parents. But I also gave koha to the earth, giving thanks to it for producing our summer food and to the worms and all the other small life making the soil better for us in the future. I tucked that soil under a blanket of golden leaves as if it were my own small child going to sleep and it made me so happy. I wasn't tired or sore or cold from being outside. I was invigorated, healthy, happy and calm.

Mulching made this girl very happy. As my Dad says, "Everything comes to those who wait".







Sunday, 14 October 2012

because sometimes words are not enough

This blog post is being written because:
 
I have been cheeky and haven't stuck to my 'one-post a day' so making up for it :)
In a lot of cases, pictures are worth more than a thousand words
The photos I found today made me smile from ear to ear
The photos I found today produced a deep calm in my mind, heart and soul

There's the dream of a garden becoming a reality


with nature having room to be beautiful and breath


There are amazing, light-filled, beautiful friends who fill my world with love
 














     There are sunsets and waves and unusual creatures


There are beautiful works of free art I think are the furthest thing from vulgar vandalism
 


















There is simple food                                               Simple times
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
&
 
 
Simple love of a silly manfriend-TBC
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


blow the cobwebs and the fear away

I'm very full. I just had a yummy warming roast dinner with the man friend, chatting and giggling and exchanging stories with my new housmates, the beautiful Ver and Alicia from Spain. Ireland is so very small. Ver has a boyfriend who's from my home town. He's the son of one of my Dad's friends. As my Dad is so very fond of saying, 'You can't go anywhere', complimented with that hearty laugh of his. My Dad's laugh makes me laugh, it makes me happy.

 
 

I'm back in Sligo after nearly a week at home getting my head around our move. My mum said something very interesting. Most other people are not risk takers, they are afraid of the consequences of making a leap of faith and cripple themselves with the anticipated said consequences, wondering if they will be able to live with them or not. You am different, she tell me. "You are aware of the consequences but you just take the leap of faith anyway, without the fear. Then, after you have made big leaps with seemingly little effort, you freak out at the decision you have made and fear takes over". I never saw it like that but now I can think back to decisions to travel to Spain for a three week holiday on my own and freak out the first night as I lay in my hostel bed, thinking what the hell have I done? The first night I stayed in Bali, having been collected at three o'clock in the morning and not having any idea where in Bali I was, had the same fear-inducing qualities.

Our move to Sligo had the same effect and it overwhelmed me, or rather I have a tendency to overwhelm myself. I have a mind that never stops, that floods itself with ideas of things to do, to see, to read, to make. I have a mind that won't calm down and a lot of time the fear is that I will never just go and DO the things I want to do and enjoy it while I'm doing it. To be in the present. That is really all we want, in the end.
 

Today, my mind was racing with new thoughts of new ventures in this town on the wild west coast but I now have an anti-anxiety shield:the manfriend, who holds my hand and tells me to breath and who today brought me for a completely unplanned two hour walk through the sand dunes in Sligo. I keep telling myself  "I should take more photos, embrace spontaneity more, get outside more, explore Sligo more". Well today I did and I stopped thinking "should" and just did it and it felt awesome.



Coming home, I thought more photos need to be taken and more activities need to be delved into. Uploading photos from our phones, I realised we've been doing that all along. I have over 600 photos from the last six months of gardens, Amsterdam, compost course projects, new people, tents, surf, sunsets and clouds in the sky. I have been doing what I thought I should have all along. I'd just forgotten.

That walk dusted the cobwebs away and let all the"shoulds" fly away with it into the clouds and off into the sand-whipped skyline. Friends, flowers, tents, family, adventures and the wonderful surprise of a bunch of photos of memories I never thought I had popping up out of nowhere. These are the things that make this girl very happy.

Monday, 8 October 2012

follow your dreams

Amazing friends who follow their dreams. There is nothing in the world like them. Friends who follow their hearts and their creativity to find what they've been looking for, even though they many be scared that it might not work out. These are the people that I admire and feel so lucky to have in my life.
Anna and Niall

I first met Niall and Anna in Raglan, New Zealand. They were travelling and adventuring around New Zealand in their campervan with surfboards in tow. This couple really made me think about how you can change your life around and how your life changes you, how it is constantly evolving and changing, carving new curves and forms. They had great jobs, lived close to home, had travelled plenty but they were still looking for something different. Work and a house was simply not enough and though they had rich lives at home, close to family, I guess they were looking for something a little different for themselves.
Solscape-the ELLA project is just one of a million amazing things Phil and Bernie do

They stayed in beautiful Solscape, then stayed with us in our halfway house, parked up in our back garden. They left to see more of NZ and then came back again. I knew I'd see them again. I knew they'd follow their dream and they did. They returned home, determined to make New Zealand their home and in the end, Raglan was the perfect fit. That doesn't mean to say they didn't work hard but seeing their new video for their company, PiwiWiwi, I couldn't be more proud! They have succeeded in creating an amazing business for surf campervans, living the life they always dreamed.

This is their latest video, showing exactly what this beautiful couple has achieved in just a year.

Anna and Niall and their happiness makes me very happy.