Finding direction can be hard sometimes.
You know you want change in your life, you know you want to do the things you love, you know you want to wake up feeling more alive and content in this world than you currently do…
But, how do you begin to create amazing change when you aren’t even sure what makes you happy? When you don’t really know what you want or what you love?
Over the last few years, I’ve learnt that slowing down, taking time to live in the moment, and making space for rituals is a natural and easy way to bring more joy into your life.
For me, rituals come in all forms. They are the habits that bring you a daily sense of contentment, they are moments that relieve you from the hustle and bustle of the world outside, and they are a chance to turn mundane and ordinary activities into something very special indeed.
Once upon a time, way before I had even launched this blog, a seedling idea began to grow in my mind.
The shape and form of the idea was blurred and lacking in clarity or clear direction, but I knew one thing for sure. It involved light, positivity, empowerment and joy.
I’m thrilled to say that over time that hazy thought began to grow and develop. Shifting from being a vague idea to something more concrete, I have built upon that young dream to bring you a brand new course that comes straight from my heart to yours.
2014 has been a year of growth for me.
Having started the year on a high following the launch of Quiet Creations, the focus during this time has been continuous development and learning in every way possible.
I’ve moved house, I’ve connected with amazing people, I’ve learnt how to meditate, I’ve written countless articles (including a piece for The Guardian – one of my proudest moments!) and I’ve continued to embrace and work with my introversion in all its wonderful glory.
Winter: Muddy welly boots. Steaming cup of tea. Log burner blazing. Home made cakes. Wild deer grazing.
Summer: BBQ’d sausages. Long warm nights. Bumble Bees buzzing. Sunshine snoozes. Swallows darting.
Just a few of the wonderful things I experience when staying at Molly Dishwasher; a simple but cosy little wooden shepherd’s hut in the middle of the beautiful British countryside.
On Friday I cried. Not full blown uncontrollable tears of grief, but tears all the same.
I wasn’t successful in bagging a piece of work that I desperately wanted. And I felt sadness for it. It was a moment when I felt I had failed. A moment when things hadn’t gone to plan. A kink in the journey that challenged my strength.
I know as well as anyone that success doesn’t happen overnight. It takes trial and error, ups and downs, highs and lows, fun and laughter as well as sadness and tears.