An Icelandic horse walked into the bar.
The barman said "why the long face?".
I’m sure he’s heard the joke before but he gave me the due laughs anyway. Yep, I’m still giggling too.
Thank you Iceland.
On our last night in Iceland we had an incredible degustation plus extra dishes at Grillmarkadurinn in Reykjavik. Amazing. As usual, our last dinners in a place always stay in my mind as a special closure to that experience. Sharing this last dinner with my husband’s cousin was also special and we were so thankful for the quality time we’d spent with him.
*photo of me, dog & drool by my husband
Hotel Búðir really is the stuff of romantic literature. Perched alone on a grassy peninsula, your eyes follow from the white lodge towards the estuary and to the Snaefellsjokull glacier beyond. Turn and brace into the wind to take in the choppy ocean, the quaint staff cabin and the small wooden church. Roam the grassy headland and feel the isolation, the rejuvenating wind, the space. Inside the sitting rooms you want to curl up on a leather couch with a good book or your journal, or just simply to stare at the magnificent view.
Our loft windows framed the most spectacular sunset resplendent of all colours. As the darkness of night settled in, we made our way back downstairs to a sitting area where I made friends with the resident dog. (Of course, you say. Of course!) As we snuggled on the floor, he proceeded to drool all over my jeans and I didn’t mind one bit. Dog hugs are good for the soul.
We made our way into the restaurant to enjoy a quality degustation featuring local produce. We three were the only people dining that night apart from a gorgeous young Swedish couple who had just married in the church that afternoon. She was beautiful in her simple gown, blonde hair in a plaited up-do and a grey cardigan over her shoulders. They talked quietly at their corner table and I silently sent them happy, long-lasting-love vibes. A nudge at my knees and my doggy friend had snuck into the restaurant to see me. I whispered for him to lie down, not knowing if he knew English commands. I was giggling as he lay down at my feet happily. The waiter came later and shoo-ed him out of the restaurant, understandably for a fine establishment, but the cheeky moments pup and I shared made me smile. “I’ll come cuddle you again”, I promised him. Later, as we rubbed our bellies contentedly, my husband spotted the Aurora Borealis forming outside. The boys decided to head out to photograph them. I returned to our loft and sprawled across the bed to write in my journal, sometimes distracted by the howling wind outside. That wind only seemed appropriate given all the other guests at the hotel were hosting their own private mystery party in a separate dining room – sure to have added to the mood! But the icy wind also drove the boys back inside before too long – but not before they came up with a genius way to solve the problem at hand. They set up the tripod in a protected nook, went inside and settled into the armchairs by the window, ordered dessert and operated the camera with the remote control!
The next morning we enjoyed breakfast and a wander around the grounds with my doggy friend. My laughter whipped away in the wind as I realised I couldn’t call him back in Icelandic, but he knew his routine so we let him be as he raised his nose to take in the smells. My husband showed me a snow flake on his glasses and I took in the fleeting beauty of its shape before it disintegrated. We couldn’t get the camera out quick enough, but it is another image imbedded in my mind. Before we left, I sat on the lobby floor again, with a certain canine wrapped around my legs resting his head on me. I thought of my dog at home who loves to snuggle the same way – don’t worry, I still love you the most!
Warm beds, cosy reading rooms, moody wind, inspiring views, good food, great company, and a dog. Perfect.
After a wonderful two nights in Reykjavik we headed back out into the countryside, with us an additional traveller. Our coffee date with my husband’s cousin in London the week before had resulted in his spontaneous decision to join us for the last few days in Iceland. With room in the car and no accommodation yet booked to enable flexibility around the Northern Lights, we were ecstatic to welcome him into the adventure. Lo and behold, the previously booked-out Hotel Búðir that I had earmarked had two rooms become available. Proof that sometimes loose or even no plans can result in the best tangents in travels. It was a really special time for us to roam around, laugh, hug each other in the cold, take photos, do silly poses, eat good food and talk with our beloved cousin. A precious few days that we treasure.
I took less photos on this part of our trip as I got what we termed landscape photography fatigue (!!), but it was also perfect in that I just enjoyed the walking, playing, laughing in the snow, jumping in the grass and sitting down to drink in every aspect of the wonderful moments. Memories locked in the heart, mind and all the senses.
We started the day at Reykjavik Roasters (formerly known as Kaffismiðja Islands) for a light breakfast and my husband’s caffeine-ation. It was full of locals – young people absorbed in books and settled in comfortable chairs, mums with prams enjoying their coffee, and a delightful group of women of all ages sitting around a table knitting and chatting. It was one of those moments where you felt so beautifully installed into the daily rhythms of a place.
We enjoyed a hearty second breakfast/early lunch a couple of hours later at The Laundromat Cafe. Scoring a corner window seat, I was pretty happy, warming our bodies from the inside and watching the local hipsters. It always helps that I got to say hello to a cute dog as we left. I had earmarked this place in case we actually needed to use the awesome laundromat downstairs, but as we didn’t we just snuck a quick peak and admired the concept.
Gló Restaurant was on my list and literally appeared in front of us just as I was starting to drop from hunger. It satisfied my craving for salad that always hits if I go too long without one when travelling. Every day they serve raw food, a chicken dish, a vegetarian meal, soup and desserts. Ingredients are sourced from Icelandic farmers wherever possible. This branch in the city is in a central location upstairs and our corner window table was a delightful position from which to do a little people watching on the street below and watch the changing light.
There are a lot of cafes and restaurants in Reykjavik and this sampling was quite perfect for our day of urban exploring. We also enjoyed a special final meal in the city, which I will share in another post. Our tasty adventure that mingled among all the scenery, commenced in London, continued in Iceland and concluded in Florida. *belly rub*
I have a thing for cities by the water with mountains in the background. Reykjavik was a perfect interlude between our countryside adventures. It was a calm 4 degrees Celsius but it felt warm compared to some of the spots we had been visiting in the days before! It was good to spend a whole day on our feet, doing what we love to do – urban exploring. This charming city is small enough to see in a day and we adored our mix of cafes, street art, cultural buildings, expensive and evolving residential areas. It all felt so cosy and intimate, a sometimes random tapestry of homes interwoven among the backyards, shared fences, bare trees, hedges, propped up bikes and roaming cats. I think the cats were attracted to our bag of goodies from a deli where a lovely lady gave us her time and many samples to expand our tastebuds. On the shaded sides of the streets the ice made for some slippery parts – we noted that runners went past on the sunny side. This kind of forethought is so foreign for us Australians!
This day in the city was precious. (Will share the cafes we visited in another post)
That evening we watched the stunning sunset over the city from our hotel before rugging up for a Northern Lights tour. With the cloudy weather the first few days we were yet to see them and we wanted to increase our chances. Some months before our trip I had a rather momentous letting go when I decided that I would not do night photography of the Lights. I knew that the environment would be challenging for me, so I had decided I would just relax beside my husband who was excited to capture them. On my auntie and uncle’s farm before the trip I had sat on the ground hugging my dog while he practised. Even after a long time in the darkness I could only count 25 stars, while my husband could not even begin to count the huge number he saw. From this I knew there was a chance I might not see the Northern Lights, but damn I’m grateful for those 25 stars. I decided I would live the Northern Lights through his photos and words and my other senses.
It was a bitterly cold and windy night up on that mountain. I held the tripod steady and tried to stop my teeth from chattering. The tour guides handed out hot chocolates and our guide soon learnt that I needed a little extra assistance and was very kind. I listened to the movements and laughter of other tourists weaving among our convey of parked 4WD jeeps. For me, it was pitch black and I found it amazing that everyone could run so freely while my body was very tense and still. I couldn’t see my hand waving in front of my face. How could they see? Where was the edge of the mountain? Wow, I really am that legally blind. My husband showed me a photo in the back of the camera to give me an idea of our surroundings. I learnt then that we were on a large flat mountain top, not standing on the edge of a cliff like the wind made me feel! Sometimes, in my photography and love for the small things, I can almost forget how little I see physically. It was a big reminder up there on that mountain and was quite a hard emotional experience for me. My husband saw the Northern Lights, low intensity but there all the same. I was by his side. He lovingly comforted me as I choked back tears.
My husband’s long-held dream came true. And that was gift enough for me.
After two very comfortable nights at the Hali Country Hotel, (and relaxed, quality meals in their restaurant) we were finally able to see the secret behind the clouds right behind the family-owned sheep and fish farm on which the hotel sits. It was our last morning there, and we eagerly threw on layers and ventured outside. I was striding towards the water, which was only metres from our window and then my husband said to turn around. I swore in awe and my husband laughed. He loves my joy at discovering something in our surroundings that is so obvious to others. Lifting my head up, along and around – so that stunning, steeply-rising craggy, snow-capped mountain was what was hiding behind us!!! Whoa.
We drove back to Jökulsárlón again and my husband took some amazing photos of the bright sunrise on the beach. Looking towards the sun hurts my eyes, so I turned around and took in the colours changing on the mountains. Yet again we were the only ones on the beach so I felt brave and went solo adventuring up the black sand dune. My solid hiking boots a freedom-enhancer, protecting me from rolling my ankles over the rocks that I couldn’t keep track of, and was frankly too puppy-dog excited to try. At the top of the dune I sat down and felt free and awesome, overlooking the car and the man who travels the world holding my hand. As I headed down towards the water, I came upon a log (tunnel vision can make a discovery like this so fun!) and set up the camera to take a self-portrait. The first shot in the series is me half-sliding off the log as I misjudged my step – I got the giggles. It’s pretty powerful to laugh alone and lovingly at one’s imperfection, isn’t it?
When we went back to the lagoon itself we came across tourists on location for the first time in two days. In the clearer morning yet more mountains and the glacier itself were unveiled. While it was perfect to see the greater landscape, we also realised the cloudy morning was a gift too in that the blues in the ice were more vivid in the subdued light. The best of both worlds.
More scenic driving as we worked our way back towards Reykjavik. Dramatic mountains. An icy wooden bridge. Turf covered buildings. Meeting a museum researcher who let us inside one. Wobbly woolly sheep bums as they run. Lava fields. A rainbow. Freshly caught lobster. A warm cosy cafe with a view. Being the only two people standing behind a waterfall at sunset – cold and happy. Hot chocolate. Driving across a snowy pass and down into Reykjavik, ready for some urban exploring the next day.
Believe me and anyone who tells you (with that sparkle in the eye that comes from visiting Iceland), that there are so very few trees. There’s an occasional cluster around a farm, but this really is the mystical barren land you’re led to believe in via photos. The lack of trees means that photos can hide secrets from the viewer in all that starkness. I can’t convey to you via my landscape photos just how windy some of the locations were. The kind of wind that you read warnings and guidelines about in Icelandair’s inflight magazine. The kind of wind that gets so fierce in some areas that only one person can get out of the car at a time, hanging on to the door. The kind where I was leaning back into the wind on the top of an extinct cinder, feeling like a kid. Yep, feeling alive.
*photo of me ready to photograph a glacier by my husband.
bracing myself for the cold & beauty of Iceland (photo by my husband)
Eugh. That loaded question. I get that it’s a way to start conversation and find a commonality from which to converse, but still… eugh. Apart from the fact that what we do for work isn’t all that defines us, how does one answer when it’s not a simple “I’m an insert profession title”. And how does one answer when they care a little too much about what others think? Well, here’s my start on conquering this concern publicly. I feel we are non-judgemental friends here, aren’t we?
I have had a remarkably different life, achieved on a world scale and held some interesting jobs and titles that stemmed from that. I’m proud of my achievements but it’s a journey that can’t be shared in a quick sentence. It’s a story. Perhaps when my self-esteem is a little low, I launch into that story because I want them to know I too am successful, interesting and smart. Occasionally that type A in me rears her head when provoked. Sometimes I don’t actually feel the egotistical need to share my life story and I’m also aware that I don’t want to monopolise a casual conversation of pleasantries with it. Other times I prefer to keep my story for friends with whom I have a deeper relationship with. And. Sometimes I struggle to say the most relevant answer today. Not because my husband and I don’t treasure it, but because in society it is sometimes less valued, something to be justified, something to be thrown into a cycle with a whole lot of busy-ness, not pursued alone. Because sometimes when I’ve answered this way, the other person shuts down and assumes I have no interesting facets to me and then turns away. Because you can see that people don’t understand how you can be a housewife in your 30s if you don’t have (and don’t plan to have) kids. The best way to describe my role is…
I am a housewife.
There, I said it. My first role is to look after the health of our home and us. It wasn’t planned, it all happened quite organically, but it works for us. When we met, I told my husband that I wasn’t much of a cleaning, cooking, domestic type of girl. Ha, we laugh at that now! We are happier and healthier because of my shift to a traditional role. At the start of 2007 I resigned from a stressful management position. I have never sobbed with my whole body like I did during the year on that job. I had never hated my phone until that year. I had never had panic attacks on the way to work until that year. While it was an achievement that looked good on paper, it was killing me, and the extra money stopped being any kind of compensation. Worse still, some nights I had to close my eyes while talking to my husband because of the pain and fatigue. Uh huh, I want to spend that precious resource of my fading vision on looking at the faces I love, not draining them in a lonely, stressful job.
Since then I have done the very occasional freelance and voluntary work but my priority has been the health and happiness of our household. If something starts to affect that, it goes. I don’t think we truly knew the greatness and simplicity we were allowing to come into our lives when we took that step. The immediate benefits were clear in less pain in my eyes and much less stress. I can now see the other gifts we gave ourselves – my time and energy to devote to our health, our life, our relationship, our families. And his time too. A colleague once asked my husband how he is able to produce such quality work. My husband replied that a big part was the support of a wife at home. Wow, how is that for a validation of the value of my traditional role? I am also incredibly lucky that he reinforces the importance of rest and never makes me feel bad for those times where I can’t live up to my own expectations due to my health needs.
So, what do I do? I cook, clean, declutter, wash and iron, digitise, run errands. I go to the farmers markets. I create words and photographs. I make sure birthdays are not forgotten. I support my husband in his work. I give love. I give time. I prioritise. I walk and cuddle with my dog. I research for our adventures both locally and abroad. I listen, assist and discuss family matters such as my aging grandparents. I help others with their projects and dreams. I share my photos of gatherings with loved ones and make them smile at the memories and the people. I digitise my family’s keepsakes for sharing and safekeeping. I figure stuff out about life. I am a teammate to my husband. I face this whole going blind thing with a smile, sometimes through tears and sometimes with setbacks. I manage my conditions as best I can in order to be healthy. In looking after myself, I have more to give others. In short, I guess you could say, I attempt to create joy for myself and others around me.
The child who dreamt she would wear a power suit and make lots of money, to the girl who succeeded on a world scale in a very untraditional role, to sampling the management life, has now grown into a woman who creates value with domestic duties. We live in a time where you can take any path in life, traditional or not, and that is cause for celebration and freedom. But sometimes I think there’s too much focus on being on all paths simultaneously – to be everything to everyone – to the detriment of many things and people. In our efforts to be a progressive society it seems that being traditional is now frowned upon – how sad. I’ve been on both paths and am rich in experiences and personal growth for it. I have a lot of respect for the high-flying successful women, but let us always remind each other of the deep-seated beauty and value of caring, loving, feeding, creating, listening and nurturing in this increasingly fast paced, short-attention-spanned, machinated, status-driven world.
p.s. Juanita wrote about her thoughts last year too.
On our 3rd morning we woke to heavy cloud cover – but you know I was still happy! This region was very quiet when we visited in off-season autumn, so we felt like the only people in this spectacular landscape, and often we actually were. We started at sunrise on the beach delicately avoiding the ice sculptures as though works of art, and then wandered under the bridge to the lagoon, both of us snapping away on our cameras. (Love this photo of us huddled over one together wearing several layers and gore-tex). Glacial ice on a beach. Black volcanic sand. Vivid blues. Seals floating without a care. Ice snapping and splashing into the water. Somebody pinch us!
After our relaxing night at The Blue Lagoon Hotel we hit the road, heading south-east. Despite the landscape being barren, it still varies around the bays, as does the weather. We had the most perfect balance of half bright sunny days and half foggy days – making my husband and I very happy photographers. It makes me so giddy with joy that we continue to share photography but develop and experiment with our own styles. I think it’s wonderful that we don’t want to shoot the same, it makes for surprises and admiration all round. My eyes adore grey skies for being pain-free and my husband enjoys capturing the brightness of the sun and blue skies. It is fascinating to go through our photos taken at the same time in the same location, as our different perspectives shine through so vividly in our composition, light preferences, interpretation of landscapes and selection of subjects. This has made a wonderful gift for me – I can relive the experience with his imagery and see it in a new way and discover more of what I missed. And together we can show our loved ones our Iceland. Given I have severe tunnel vision, landscape photography is the least natural style for me, as it is not how I see at all. Before our trip, I wondered how I would capture it, but I was determined to rise to this challenge. On this adventure I realised that I sought leading lines and simplicity to help me comprehend the lay of the land, to help my eyes compose, to give them rest from overwhelm too. As you can see above, I also took photos of the bright sunny days, but almost always with the sun behind me. I relished the freedom that came with such expansive, seemingly untouched plains – the freedom to explore the surroundings – the wind, the grass, the rocks, the mountains, the ground underfoot, the cold, the smells, the absence of people and cars – the landscape as I saw and felt it.
P.S. This was the first Icelandic horse of many = happy me! More coming Jane!
It’s an expensive tourist attraction for sure. But it’s one that I would still recommend. Definitely do it if you feel like a splurge and relax on arrival or just before leaving Iceland, as it’s conveniently located close to the airport.
I remember coming into land in Iceland quite vividly. We drifted below the clouds and in the brightness of the autumn afternoon glow, got our first glimpse of this beautifully barren land. We smiled at each other and held hands, we were so damn excited to be there. I remember the blast of cold air that hit us as we emerged from the airport. It’s the kind of sensory slam that makes you feel so lucky to be alive. A short taxi ride later we arrived at The Blue Lagoon Hotel – while it is designed to cater for people seeking skin treatments, it is also perfectly situated as a boutique hotel to just simply enjoy its very own private geothermal spa and proximity to The Blue Lagoon attraction itself. We stepped into the foyer and the low sun meeting the spa fog, cast the most striking foggy golden haze over everything. We threw our bags in the perfectly Scandinavian-minimalist room which I adored, grabbed our swimmers and camera and emerged outside as quickly as we could. The light was ours to enjoy alone in the surrounding lava fields as we strode out along the curving pathway that felt like it could lead you to a secret world. And being so otherworldly you do feel like you’ve already entered that secret. Amongst the green moss-covered rocks were cloudy turquoise bodies of water edged by white mineral mud contrasting so starkly with the black soil – such a beautiful colour scheme. We had not pulled out all of our warming layers from the suitcases, so the cold was a harsh shock. But we were laughing, holding hands, half-jogging, sometimes pausing to take photos and pulling our scarves around our faces.
In the main pool we found ourselves among other tourists, but it was quietening as the tour buses appeared long gone. I struggled in the labyrinth-like, dark women’s change-rooms, but made a friend in a lovely employee named Bernadette. She helped me with the locker system, find the showers and then walked arm in arm to meet my husband waiting at the other side with a smile and outstretched hand to greet me.
The sensation of cold wind on our upper body as our legs entered the hot waters was incredible. We put mineral mud on our faces, floated around, watched the sun’s rays dance in the steam and chatted as though we were the only two in the world. The hill behind us a golden orange until it was blue hour and then night-time and the landscape was hidden. Voices drifted across the darkness from the far reaches of the lagoon. The big open sky above us and the cold air actually welcome as we stood to have moments of relief from the heat of the liquid. I felt beautiful in there, in a body that is imperfect but wonderfully attuned to the simple joys of this life, and encasing a heart that loves my nearest so deeply. I really have to stop being hard on it for changing as it gets older, for it still serves me much. As we emerged all pruned, warmed and mineralised an hour or more later, Bernadette appeared to take me back into the women’s change-rooms – what a beautiful person whom we both thanked.
After snacks at the lagoon we disappeared back onto our secret hotel-guests pathway through the lava fields. It was so very very dark for me, a city dweller with night blindness! But the cold again made us feel alive as we held hands and he led me through the little dots of lights to guide the way. We slept with the curtains open to the lava fields so my husband could start the fun of northern lights seeking. We enjoyed breakfast in the hotel overlooking the private spa waters and its ever-present steam, and then had another it’s-so-good-to-be-alive-and-running-free photo romp at sunrise in the lava fields. Our 8 day adventure in Iceland had begun in the most rejuvenating way.
After perfect resort weather in The Keys, clouds and strong winds rolled in as we made our way back to Miami. I didn’t mind one bit, it left us with two days to view South Beach in a different way. Sadly it did mean I was unable to ogle all the outrageous barely-there-lycra-clad, enhanced and tanned bodies that I had come to expect (and you should know it’s hard for a legally blind person to do such ogling on the sly)!! Our room on Ocean Drive had a great view over the passing parade of expensive cars, backpackers doubling on scooters and the ferociously rustling palms over the park. Noteworthy mentions are coffee at Panther (thanks Alice), more new food experiences at Michael’s Genuine and homemade ice cream at The Frieze.
We shared a special and tasty meal at the famous Joe’s Stone Crab Restaurant with this sweet bloggy friend and her husband. After dinner we went back to their hotel for my first blog dog meeting with Karma. Isn’t she cute? Apparently her warmth towards me was uncharacteristic for a first meeting so I was chuffed. But you know what blew me away? D, E & Karma had travelled specifically to South Beach for a mini-vacation just to spend those hours with us. It still warms me each time I think of that gesture of friendship and effort for our very first in-person gathering. D, your words have stayed with me this night is very special. It was D, it was. Thank you.
Thank you so much for your support lately. It will take time to recover fully and I’m immersed in the day-to-day of that journey. Yet ever-present is gratitude for the good stuff too…
Family. My husband – I’ll never have enough words for this guy. My dog leaning against my leg & looking up at me with a happy face. A double date movie outing with my mum & stepdad. My father-in-law’s 60th and his big new toy to tinker with. Hanging in the backyard with my in-laws & their dog. My grandparents now living nearby which means weekly catch ups now! Scrumptious salads from a beloved cafe to surprise my mum & stepdad as we went about working on my grandparents unit before they moved in. Moving my grandparents stuff – my grandpa the minimalist, my gran the collector!
Friends. Text messages full of heart. A homemade card painted & signed by her son. Emails from bloggy friends who envelope me in beautiful, thoughtful words. Two beautiful women calling me brave in one week – & my self-talk didn’t argue with them. A moment when you feel like they just get it & you don’t have to explain.
Exercise. New fitness classes that work so well with my needs. Endorphin rushes. Muscles flexing. Music that makes me want to dance. Friendly ladies in class. Laughing out loud at myself when I lose balance or what exercise we’re supposed to be doing – loving that relaxation & not expecting myself to be perfect. Walks with my husband & dog that always, always complete me.
Christmas. All sleeping in the same house. Snuggled up on the couch watching The Man From Snowy River. Never being too old to jump into bed with my mum for a morning chat. Homemade traditional pudding from a family award-winning recipe. Listening to my husband laugh & chat with my mum & stepdad. Cool drinks, nibbles & sitting around talking with the summer day easing past. Just a few thoughtful gifts. Loved my present-wrapping colour scheme above. The week before christmas in Melbourne.
Spontaneous sunset picnic dinner with my husband & dog. Weekend mini-road trips. Lying under trees. Watching my husband take photos & feeling goose-bumpy at our shared interests & life journey. The Roomba sweeping the floor – roomby is his name. My husband & I experimenting in the kitchen together. Moments of anxiety & flashbacks becoming less intense & feeling proud of myself for stepping forward from last month’s horrible event. Unsubscribing from more cluttering snail mail. When a quick toilet walk with our dog turns into a spontaneous long wander, a meal or bumping into friends. Fresh juice from the friendly man down the street. A little vitamin D absorption lying in my mum & stepdad’s backyard. My self-imposed 3 month shopping ban just because it’s not hard to fulfil anymore but I still like to challenge myself. Running my hands over a rosemary bush to release the scent. Salads. Chocolate. Filtered water. Music. Sunsets. Tennis. Winter Olympics. Zucchini flowers. The windows down in the car. Helping my mum. Making my husband laugh. Valentine’s Day love letters, a food truck meal at sunset and a long walk to eat dessert in a park. Time, words and hugs with loved ones = happiness.
*Photo of me holding green tomatoes by my husband.
My friends, I have been in retreat mode. I couldn’t blog the past two weeks and pretend that everything was normal. I had to be in the phases of shock, grief, fear, anger and self-preservation. A scary incident left me really wobbly. There have been tears, mind jumbles of replayed and rehashed moments, such deep pain that comes with deep love and care, trembling hands, eyes straining as I search for the feared, and a racing heartbeat. In my hardest times I pull back and rely on just a few of my nearest and dearest. My husband has literally held me up in these most emotional days, talking to me, standing by my side, keeping me fed. At the time, I was held by a friend as I collapsed on the ground in breathless shock and totally non-self-conscious sobs in public. It is hard to trust many with my deepest vulnerabilities, especially when that has led to hurt and betrayal before. But I’m proud of myself for reaching out just a little beyond that comfort sphere – it felt good to have a little team fighting so willingly and strongly for me and checking in on me. It had a twisty, complicated playing out but it is now resolved and I can work on confidently striding out again. It is nothing to do with my eyes but certainly such a shock pulls all the vulnerabilities of disability into a temporary, anxiety-filled spotlight. I intentionally write temporary there, because I choose not to be permanently victimised. In the words of a beautiful, supportive faraway friend “Courage can be shaken but not removed”. Sure, a period of insecurity is allowed and even healthy – I allow and forgive myself the bumps. But always I believe in myself that with the gift of time; words of clarity flowing in my mind, heart and ears; the letting go manifesting with each deep breath of a soothing walk, restoring nap or a comforting hug, recovery and indeed thriving will follow.
Here’s some words and images I’ve devoured lately…
Brittania by Latitudes Longitudes Mag
This I Know – Notes On Unravelling The Heart by Susannah Conway
The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin
The Blue Zones by Dan Buettner
A magical 2014 personal workbook
5 things to do in emotionally tough times
Freezing Fog by Rowdy Kittens
How To Write according to different authors
Stubborn Gladness with Elizabeth Gilbert
How to Help Others via Cup of Jo
Less Is More in writing
First Snow by Hei Astrid