Friday, 19 July 2013

Summer earth muffins

There's some proper earthiness going down in our suburban bubble right now.  Nothing makes me beam more than scenes like these ...






We are picking at least a punnet of strawberries a day and Zander & Gaia's lucky teachers will be getting a jar of home made home grown jam as an end of year present next week a fact of which the imps are rather proud.  We been a - practicing and taste testing and getting rather possesive over our jam!  Specially nice with scones we think ....

 


Whilst they are both finishing school and nursery on a high we are all ready for a change of rhythm and a chance to reconnect.  I am, somehow for a change, managing to stay with the whole becoming more present and more involved thing, actually playing with my kids rather than lurking distracted on the sidelines in the kitchen wishing I was more present.  We are playing more games, reading more stories, staying up later and being a bit more light hearted.  All good stuff and high time really.  

It is all interwoven with the inner work I continue doing on my self for their sakes and mine and right now affirmations and intentions are my best friends.  Did you know it was possible to manifest through simply writing, repeating and believing intentional affirmations?  I'd forgotten but I remember now - just like the hypnobirthing affirmations I spent months saying daily and  believing with the whole of my being as I awaited Gaia's arrival.  It works, it really does.  So I am adding to my practice and some weeks one third of my body/mind/soul trinity craves yoga with a parched thirst and other weeks my mind insists on an intense stretch of spacious meditation.  Some weeks my soul stands up and coughs to grab attention of the other two and gets creative by throwing contemplative study, reflective writing, zen like garden or house related tasks into the mix, whilst I have permanently installed a selection of poetry books by my kettle so that every time I go to make tea (and I do this ALOT) I read a poem and feel a little more whimsical in amongst any lurking drudgery.  Needless to say I am being slightly more efficient and selective with cleaning up after dinner and things so I actually have time for a little of this and a little of that after the kids are in bed.  I keep reading I should do more of what makes me happy, so I am and it ain't house work that makes me happy!

All this is in aid of me being truer to some form of self I sense within this vessel - a true one, one that isn't a screaming banshee that much of the time.  One that the kids can be proud to call Mum.  One that I will not regret working to find when I look back.

Summer lovin x

  

Moth messenger

Two moths in one day is no coincidence.  The first I found was a dead hawk moth, complete and enormous with luminous green eggs still visible inside it which was a bit weird.  But I saved it to show the kids and then did a little reading into the possible significance of moths.  And then just now I saved this gorgeous moth from the paddling pool ...


























At first I thought it was dead, which I didn't like much, but then it quivered just enough with its sodden wings and body to let me know not to discard or judge it or pass this opportunity up.  So we sat for a while in the hot dry heat of the sun and it moved a little more then got to its feet, shifted its antennae around as if looking to pick up a radio station or something.  It paced around my hand a little getting its balance again then flew to a nearby blade of grass where the sun shone through it's wings in luminescence.  It is just so beautiful, I don't think I have ever seen one with these colours in its wings.  On looking it up I found it to be a Burnet Moth one of the only day flyer's and it produces hydrogen cyanide if it feels threatened ... I'm fairly certain it was rather grateful to me for saving it though.

As with butterflies the symbolism of Moth has a lot to do with embracing transition and transformation only with most Moths nocturnal habits it has some other connotations too.  It has to do with developing intuition and navigating through darkness - metaphorical and literal, always moving on a path towards light - moonlight especially, moths are connected to the moon ... as we women are too.  But moth is also attracted to the wrong sort of light in her quest and so she must be vigilant of this confusion and adjust her course.  She has faith too and determination in her needs being met each night, food will be found as will the path to light; the universe will provide even in the darkness.

Lately my heart, my mind and my soul have been opening to and facing up to the reality of life's difficulties, my life's difficulties - which I don't want to go into detail about here but it is daunting to move from a state of ignoring them and hoping they will go away to saying ok, enough already, I need to act, what am I actually going to do.  I am in no doubt that Moth is the most timely of messengers.  I am making every effort to sit coolly and calmly whilst I think everything through and here now I have inspiration to continue doing so with all the inner strength I am beginning to sense.

love and light X

Saturday, 6 July 2013

Living the Good Life

Tis the season of abundance ... tis it not?    I see it in the flowers rambling wildly and charismatically in no particular order, in my neat-for-a-change full-to-bursting veg bed and the exquisitely satisfying rainbow salad we are eating each day; freshly picked, organic, zero carbon foot print, zero nutrient loss ... everything we need right here right now baby!  I see it in the kids munching on crisp carrots for supper and excitedly picking ripe red strawberries for elevenses ... and even the not so ripe ones too irresistible with the memory of the sweet mouth watering haul still fresh in their mouths and minds.  Patiently watching the pears on the trees swell and blush more with sunrise and sunset.  And the pea pods oh the pea pod's so thin and small and delicate ... imagining how they are going to grow soon like pregnant pods and the sweetness they will encase in just a few weeks more.  Oh it's all irresistible.  Particularly Jasmine, sweet elegant Jasmine.  My love affair with this flower has been a long one. A vivid synesthetic childhood memory of mine, her flowers I wore in my hair for my high school leavers ball, her boughs I strew all around our tent whilst in Sicily and this year my own plant is maturing and putting on her best show yet.



       

 

 


 


 

and they been jammin' ... wotcha-wa-wa-wa



Days like today when the imps are content in the paddling pool and I work tirelessly as guardian to my share of this Earth I know we are living the good life.  Even with the remnants of a dose of flu hanging about there is no way such a sunny day was going to waste.  Sweating the toxins out doing something I love is self care enough for this mama.  And sitting outside as I write, watching the sun go down a damask rose behind a suburban backdrop with a cup of tea I can barely taste and a welcome breeze tickling my skin smoothes what troubles I have right away.

Love & light & blessings bright x x x