Though it’s not so clear because I didn’t go over it repeatedly, take a look at my sudden inspired thought when I took chalk to footpath with baby girl this afternoon.
It reads: “No rain, no rainbows.”
It’s become one of my favourite quotes of late. It’s so relevant, and can be transferred to anything and anyone. Also, it’s highly appropriate for what we are going through worldwide, but for me and my fellow Victorians, it feels quite personal.
Now we have the rain. When we pass this, we’ll have rainbows. 🌈
And if you don’t believe me, look at this:
Look at that sun bursting through the clouds, shining that bright glare onto the waters below.
On my centenary of getting there (let’s face it, our whole life we are trying to ‘get there’) we are celebrating one very important thing.
Total cause for celebration.
One month of winter is DOWN.
WOO HOO! I know times ahead are still tough, particularly for us Victorians at the moment, but it gives me much joy to know that we’ve survived one month of winter amidst all the other crap that’s been thrown at us.
Lucky for me, I somehow forecast this crap ( I have become strongly accustomed to expecting all kinds of shit, yes even for this glass half-full gratitude gal) and last week when baby girl was at school, came across this $16 puzzle at ‘the cheap shop.’
You know, ‘the cheap shop.’ That budget dollar shop where you’ll find onesies, kitchen accessories, cat litter bags, 50 cent greeting cards, 57 different variety of candles, a range of quirky homewares you think you need (but really you don’t) and also, some kind of party/decorating station in one corner of the shop.
All at below reasonable prices.
It was here I went “a puzzle might come in handy soon.”
And I had to get the most trickiest one yet.
A billion cat faces, mwa ha ha.
It meant that today, we had to pack up the completed Frozen puzzle that’s adorned our dining room table for the past several weeks.
If you find and follow me on Insta, you’ll see the delicious anti-OCD video action.
Anyway, we learnt upon opening it tonight that it’s split up into 6 categories… that is, A, B, C, D, E and F. Those letters are at the back of each puzzle piece, so by sorting them alphabetically, well half the work is kinda done.
Such a great idea. Well, we better get cracking then…
Something freaky was going on. I was unhinged. Emotional. A wreck. So much to do, and yet complete unwillingness to do anything at all.
Was someone sticking needles into a mini-me? Was it Karma? Some huge Universal lesson I was being taught?
Was it just the fact I am sick of this super long, super strong, superman-type cold I’ve had for the past 3 months?
Is iso finally making me crack, true and proper?
It’s one of those things, that I just don’t know. I may never know.
But there is ONE THING I KNOW for certain.
Today is the shortest day. June 21st.
It is the day of the winter solstice in the southern hemisphere.
And also, the anniversary of our engagement sooo many years ago.
As soon as I discovered in 2016, that the winter solstice fell on our engagement anniversary, I was intrigued.
Firstly, I knew it was nota coincidence, because I don’t believe in those.
A day marking the end of the old, and the rebirth of great beginnings and hope, to fall on our engagement day… it was NOT a coincidence.
I am compelled to write and remind people about it every year, and I feel like my winter solstice journey in life is only just beginning.
The day that the southern hemisphere is tilted furthest away from the sun, hence getting the least amount of sunshine, is the day that we call this, the shortest day.
At a time of the greatest darkness, it can be understood then that symbolically it is a time of rebirth, rejuvenation and self-reflection.
Through darkness, comes light. Through trying times, springs hope.
And even though there is a lag between the shortest day, and us experiencing the coldest winter days yet, because of our hemisphere here still cooling (yep, get ready folks) we can start to set intentions and make space for what we want in our lives, for this next chapter.
For this next chapter, of slowly, oh so slowly, increasing LIGHT.
Which brings me back to the beginning. Today was crappy. Many of you may be having shitty days like me. Shitty weeks. Hell it’s been months for me (and yet for some more of you, years).
Coronavirus has not helped.
But let’s be kind to ourselves. Let’s try. Try to accept this difficult time for what it is. And that is, a massive growing and learning experience.
The rebirth is here. Things are going to get better, they have to.
Winter is going to kick us hard, sure, but honestly, look how bad this year has been already.
And the best time of all, was after lunch when we went out for the first time in months… and had –
Since cafes and restaurants have loosened restrictions this week, I know there have been people heading out, enjoying their new-found freedom, and supporting these struggling businesses in the process.
We have been inside so much. We have been doing things by the book, listening to the rules, washing our hands, sanitising every second…
But today Hubbie said it best when he said: “Let’s go out. Everyone is out. We’re the only ones staying inside.”
I don’t want that to come across the wrong way. We are doing the right thing, according to us, just as others are doing the right thing, according to them.
I guess we have been super cautious, and fair enough. And we will continue to be.
But sometimes, we need to provide concessions for ourselves. Yesterday was not the best day for me mentally.
But taking my own advice,after a good sleep, I woke happier, lighter, even healthier, and my mind was in a better place…
But getting out of the house and doing something with those I love, in a safe and hygienic way, was so necessary. So important.
I feel for those who can’t get out. Or who don’t have happy homes in the first place. Who have no solace. No respite.
We need to break the monotony. For the most well-meaning and healthy-minded among us, this isolation can break you.
I love baby girl sooooo much. But we have been combining working from home, with home schooling, for over 73 days! And all this home home home is just TOO much.
We all need a break.
And today it came in the simple form of a coffee break.
We sat outside. We sanitised in the car when we left. Baby girl was even wearing her school jacket on top (poor girl misses school).
It was short, but oh so sweet. And I am hopeful that we will have many more outings like these in the weeks – no, DAYS – to come.
I may have said it before, but growing up in my teens, I used to tell bestie that one day I wanted to have a beach house.
I didn’t know how. I didn’t know when.
To be honest, I didn’t even know if it were possible.
It certainly didn’t seem possible at the time.
And yet… isn’t it funny how things end up working out?
Water isn’t only my recluse. My solace. Living near, being close to, or sitting under water has been shown to bring about many benefits to ALL people, some of which are lowered stress and anxiety, and just a greater sense of wellbeing.
In the Summer, I am far more relaxed. Yet I still find myself breathing deeply when wading through the beach waters, taking it all in, and giving myself a moment to meditate with my eyes open.
In the colder months… different story.
Driving past the beach helps. As does looking out the window. But another way I find water submersion in Winter, is in my own home.
I had planned on an end-of-week bath, but today, as mentally and emotionally stressed as I found myself, I realised I needed to hurry the ‘me time’ to tonight.
So, what do I do?
I light a candle. Make sure the water is HOT.
And then, not very much at all. That is the whole point after all.
I do watch my thoughts. I open myself up to the Universe, to see what questions come to me, and what answers just as quickly flow through me.
I remain impassive. I let go, my fingers floating on the surface of the water.
I breathe in light, love, and all the good in the world. All of my hopes, desires and dreams.
And I breathe out negativity, and that which does not serve me…
Then I pull the plug.
And the black energy I’ve expelled, goes down the drain.
If you read my other postyou will know I had A SHIT DAY.
But we’ll try keep that drama away from this page, being all appreciation-central and all.
Trying to keep my chin up this afternoon after my work shift, I did that thing we try not to do, when we’re being all sensible and wanting to use things up in order as we open them…
I opened up a gourmet chocolate block… but we already had chocolate open.
I had to. Like I said already, SHIT day, and there was this chocolate block I had been eyeing for a couple of weeks in the pantry.
I opened it… and it was delicious.
If you see this in your local supermarket, do yourself a favour and get one! It had a dark chocolate tinge to it, and with its luxuriantly silky chocolatey-ness, and the flakes of coconut, I had to have 3 squares.
It was that kind of day.
But, the squares are super thin, and those 3 squares probably equate to like, 1 and a half Cadbury squares, so really I should have had 4…
Then, to work off my anger add to my happiness, baby girl and I ran around the block, and I took photos of the only rose in our front yard… the sunset… shit like that, to lift my mood.