Turn away from this WHIRLY WORLD and tune into your inner true self.
Turn away from this WHIRLY WORLD and tune into your inner true self.
PLASTIC - it’s everywhere!! I’m pretty sure my underwear is made of plastic. I am just so over plastic. & Chemicals. Unnatural clothing, bizarre body products. PLASTIC. …
Post-birth of each child I give myself a pass — the generosity to be gentle and relaxed with my otherwise crunchy ecological, home and health rules. (EG processed foods ordered in, tacky crafts or mittens overnighted in bulk.) But, youngest Bรฉbรฉ is now three, so I am no longer in ‘survival mode’ and am empowered - aka ruthless and rageful - against the world’s BS once again. ๐ All crap must go.
As I am perpetually attracted to and distracted by bright, shiny objects and innumerable looks, modas and trends, I have to condition myself not to try every cut, color and material …
We should (in times of limitless options) make our own little unspoken edicts (whilst free to disobey and evolve said mandates constantly). Such as :
FOR FASHION (currently) -
1. No writing. Strong personal pet-peeve, should be its own post.
2. No logos. Especially not on heart or head!!
3. No black. Unless for equipment, like sports.
4. No polyester. Though also OK for athletic / specialty purposes.
5. No bands around the diaphragm. Camisoles in lieu of bras.
6. Streamlined underwear sets.
7. No high-heels. Low heels on occasion. Thick soles for dusty country living.
8. Soft style hair ties.
9. Mascara is for special days.
10. Shop while on vacation. Too taxing during regular family-life days.
11. The word ‘fashion’ gets a bad rap - and I keep hearing use ‘style’, but I like the practicality of fashion being a ‘system, manner, method, approach’, and the DIY aspect that to fashion is to ‘make, manufacture, construct, build’.
Vinyasa = no thoughts! Moving through postures breath by breath reduces opportunities for extraneous thoughts. I forgot my water bottle in the studio today. (& Yesterday I forgot my mat!) Not because I wasn’t thinking, but because I was thinking too much!!
Your mat = your own little world. Today I left my rose quartz colored, woven cotton yoga mat in the yoga studio’s ladies room. Sob! I’ll pick it up next time, of course. I use a yoga rug and cannot believe this style has not caught on (I’ve seen only one other) as I give it zero complaints and many acclaims. ๐
Sacrificing for your dream. Some days I look around (at my little life) and I feel overtaken with awe and immensely ‘blessed’. So much so, that the beauty of it can feel precarious (“too good to be true, so much to lose!”). But, as my husband elucidates, this life did not appear out of nowhere - myriads of sacrifices (countless other possibilities passed up) befalls when we make each choice. We are choosing one of infinite. So when the bliss is so joyous we panic, remember we had our hand in this; these are the steady and continuous - unprecarious - fruits of our labor. ๐
Consistency is the key ๐. We will find consistency when we DIS-COVER our inner selves. No copycatting, no idolizing, no formulas. No prescribed diets, uniforms, or interior spaces. No dictated timetable or curriculum.
The years are long, but the days are short; so let’s be selective with our interests, commitments, engagements and activities for, thankfully, we can have it all, just not all at once.
Yoga - just you and the mat. No masks. No pretense. No fake-it-till-you-make-it.
How lucky are we to be born again each morning?
OH the sheer agony of caring for the family and tending to the home while feeling unwell. We know it from periods, pregnancy, childbirth and postpartum, traumatic or sad events, the common cold, chronic illness, heartache, heartbreak and beyond. There is no relief to be found. My personal solution? Complain (and blame) loudly and incessantly until someone (my husband) tells me they feel sorry for me and then all is a little bit more right in my world - merci beaucoup, dankeschรถn.
What is your illness telling you? STOP most of what you’re doing, get quiet & listen intent-ly.
My head is now submerged in what feels like a giant cotton ball and I’m hearing from my dis-ease that I’ve been consuming too much. Intaking kids’ equipment, junk food, other’s opinions, gossip, media, activity, meetings… throat, nose, ears and eyes are ailing. As I have been actively releasing much of this worldly influx as of late, I can also concur this is another important, physical step in the cleansing. ☁️
Handpick preferences and priorities. Your own, not others’.
Realize genuine aspirations by crossing off of your list any and all errands / shopping. XX even those returns and exchanges that seemingly save you money, but in reality perpetuate a vicious cycle (of believing that next thingie might finally make all the difference). Eat the ‘cost’ to reclaim the hours up front and bask in the meaningful goals accomplished before long.