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Gratitude & Grace List: Harvest Edition
Inspired by my dear friend Gala Darling, I’m taking my love lists out of my (gold, sparkly) journal and sharing them with you. It’s been so warm here…long sunny days. I’ve been enjoying the plums from our heritage plum trees and it’s almost time to start picking apples. I am truly grateful for every beautiful day. Here’s some more things I’m grateful for:
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Gratitude & Grace List: Summer Loving Edition
Inspired by my dear friend Gala Darling, I’m taking my love lists out of my (gold, sparkly) journal and sharing them with you. May they spark smiles for you too.
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Having a Bad Day? Head Here…
Bad days happen. Sometimes you know why you are stuck and struggling, but don’t see how to change it. Other times you can’t see a reason for your mood, but still can’t get out of it. I know what that’s like, and I’ve made a list of tiny actions to shift your energy, your thinking, your perspective and hopefully shift your mood too. I hope these tiny actions make your day, (however dark) a little brighter. (Click to Tweet!) * Wear a hat, because hats change perspective and make nearly everything better. * Watch a duckling running. * Read something that makes you smile. * Wrap up in a soft quilt with…
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A Love Letter to Your Healing Heart
This is a love letter from my healing heart to yours. Paper hearts and rose maroc, old stories and tears, shared along with heart-scars over cups of tea, it’s all here. We are, facing each other across the internet, from my screen to yours, be my virtual valentine? I have something very special to share with you… A Love Letter to Your Healing Self. You are brilliant. You don’t have to look the part, or feel it. You won’t reach a time in your life when your day to day reflects what you read online or what you imagine your idols’ lives look like. The beauty you see is…
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Space to Grow…into JOY
A few weeks ago a repairman stood in our drawing room, looked around and asked, “So, my love, when are you moving in?” I was shocked. We’ve lived here nearly 7 years. Looking back, I can see why he was confused. The floor was covered in cardboard boxes full of things to donate, sell or recycle. All our paintings were down from the walls, and we’d removed nearly all the furniture. All that remained was a table, two chairs, and an earthenware jug of sunflowers on the chimney piece. I loved it. A blank slate, a clear space to grow into. The story behind all this, of course, is much…
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