Sunrooms hidden in Valleys
Creativity, Birth, Inner world Updates
Hello beautiful people.
In this publication I’ll give a honest update on where I’m at right now.
I’ll also chat about a mentorship session I received recently, especially in relation to my relationship to creativity, as a mother, and how that strongly correlates to the way I was born.
I hope you receive some insight from reading and can see more clearly your own patterns of creation…. Especially if you are a mother, but absolutely if you are not. It’s a fascinating process which I can see play out in my creativity but also the ways in which I live my life too
Lots of love xx
Morning Cuppa spot, here in Tasmania.
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This morning we drove along a windy coastline, overlooking rivers and valleys, and tiny little calm ocean bays filled with tiny little fishing boats.
The sun coming up over this valley is stunning.
We drove slowly, and I’d point to every sweet little farm cottage with views to the ocean. The roads were empty, even at 10am.
We landed in a small little country town called Cygnet. I am learning about this place, the whole Huon valley and the mysteries and miracles it holds.
I feel that my body is very wound up, I go to sleep with a subtle anxious flavour to my breath, and I wake up with the same.
I’m not anxious ABOUT anything in particular but it’s like my nervous system has been on overdrive for 6ish weeks and then all of a sudden we were on “holiday”.
But a slow start holiday, a holiday where we still had a foot in the last 6 weeks and have many little last minute loose ends to tidy up with the end of a lease, vacate cleaners who we had to ask back three times, and a bunch more. So there wasn’t an immediate feeling of “breath out” / “we can go offline and relax”.
Only now, after a week here in Tasmania, do I feel the potential of that. It’s knocking on my door, but the door is still shut… and I’m peering out the window. Is it safe to just rest now? My nervous system is asking me.
I think so, I whisper back, as I slowly open the door and step out slowly onto a beautiful old veranda overlooking Bruny island.
Tul can tell when I’m feeling a bit disconnected to life.
So he suggested we get in the car for a slow drive (One of my fave things),
And here we are in this tiny little country town which feels as if it’s in the middle of nowhere.
We wandered up the street past posters on walls saying “Say no Glyphosate to in our food and water”.
We turn into the “old bank” which is now a stunning little sunroom style conservatory. It’s warm In here even though the day is chilly. I put on a daughters of India dress today and some mascara, though lost my hairbrush so the birds nest under my hair is niggling me to sort it out.
There are beautiful bunches of pink, yellow and orange flowers on each table, on top of peoples smoothies and reflecting in the glass. I like that this little cafe has no instagram presence. It just exists here in beauty for those who find it.
The waitress asked If I want a glass of water. I held up my own waterbottle with a smile. She whispers “I get it, I wouldn’t want to drink the tap water either” and leaves me with a wink. I like this place.
Of course I’m having scones, Who would I be if I didn’t have scones in a sunroom conservatory hidden somewhere in the valley while the resident rooster ponders past the door?
I’m sipping on a late but coffee really isn’t hitting the spot for me lately. It’s more from habit than enjoyment… Which makes me want to order a chai instead…
