I wake up feeling groggy. Mr C’s alarm goes off. A new day, a new year, and work begins again. I have not slept well. I have not been sleeping well for the longest time. Late to sleep, early to rise. Not enough sleep. By a long margin. I am fatigued, groggy, unproductive. I grab […]Read More Letting go, breathing deep
At the party on New Year’s Eve, I got chatting to a woman who I had met a few times before but whom I didn’t know all that well. After chatting for a while, she said to me, “You’re such a homemaker! I can tell it comes naturally to you.” The comment took me a […]Read More Don’t put baby in a single box!
To many people, I am a conundrum. To those that don’t know me that well I appear strong, forthright and confident on the one hand, full of opinion and gusto especially when I am passionate about something. And then there are times when I can appear as a child – tearful, fearful, anxious about the […]Read More You are perfect as you are – please be kind to yourself
I wake up to the burning sensation in my stomach. I clutch it, curling into a ball. 2am. I close my eyes, willing myself to breathe in, breathe out. Please, brain, don’t go into overdrive tonight. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. I feel the rise and fall of my burning abdomen. What […]Read More A journey of healing
It’s 3:30am. I’ve been awake since 2:30am. It’s pouring with rain outside and it’s freezing. Whenever it rains at night, especially that hard driving miserable rain, I think of the homeless. I lay in bed, snuggled under my duvet and blanket and I imagine how awful it must be for them trying to stave off […]Read More WHAT WOULD BUDDHA DO?
It’s the school holidays. And during this time I spend a lot of time “lounging”. Take this morning for example. It’s 10am and I am still in bed. Yep, I’m in my PJs, tea on my bedside table, dogs firmly ensconced either side of me (wedged into me so tightly I cannot move) and my […]Read More BECAUSE I REALLY DON’T WANT TO TAKE THAT DRINK
A lot has happened in the past few weeks. Not in terms of my workload increasing – I’m a housewife and truly our work is never done. No, it is more of a transition or transformation in myself. I can feel it evolving, emerging. The truth is I have never really been comfortable with myself. […]Read More WHY I REALLY DON’T LIKE THE WORD ‘TRIBE’
When I was 13 years old, living in South Africa, I had to do an art exam. The theme was to create a poster for a veld (pronounced “felt”) fire, commonly known in Australia as a bush fire. I sat at my easel frozen. My classmates stood around me, furiously slopping paint onto the page, […]Read More HOW ART CAN HEAL THE SOUL
I am a Stay At Home Mum. Emphasis on the word Mum. Please note that it does not say that I am a stay at home housemaid and cleaner. My job, which I take pretty seriously, is to bring up my children. You know, those little humans who will one day be running our society […]Read More I AM A MOTHER, NOT A CLEANER
*First up, this is not in any way shape or form a sponsored post. This is simply my experience, which I hope, you the wonderful reader of my blog, will find interesting, and perhaps, too, a little uplifting.* Since becoming sober five and a bit years ago, I have been on a quest. A quest […]Read More Book Review : Craft for the Soul