I think I’m doing okay, Sarah. I hate December with a passion (buy this! Eat this! Yeah nah) but I’ve done the work (partly thanks to you). I know what’s important to me and I can’t buy it in the shops. I’m leaning into time outside, time with my kiddos, and silence. Those are the things that ease my heart. Thanks for asking. 😊
My heart is always most lonely at this time of year. I yearn for connection yet equally yearn for myself. This time of year seems to unmask wounds. The confrontation of no partner and no children feels heavy. Yet my heart feels alive in my aloneness and I know there is divine order through this passage in time. Thanks for asking Sarah x
Gah! Geo engineering = frightening to me. Where is the personal responsibility? Also seems a fun and distracting solution to the real problem (fossil fuels!). And we don’t need solutions that offer “more” of humans tinkering with nature, we need ones that offer less.
But in this breath my heart is stretched, tired and hopeful. We sold our second car this week and both my parter and I immediately felt a little freer.
What a wonderful thing to ask. Honestly, I feel uplifted, on the other side of the xmas debarcle thanks to someone else. My mother (role model, best friend, and housemate) has hated Christmas for many years after a lifetime of being saddled with everyone's expectations. She quit it defiantly for the past five years against a lot of family and societal pressure. Since then--after the death of her father and deciding to cut off her siblings who give her nothing back, all coinciding with her own fatal disease (that turned out to be a false diagnosis, a miracle itself)-- she has embraced Christmas this year on her terms. Small intimate catch-ups with family that matter. Thoughtful, affordable but useful gifts for those closest. Sugar and carb free xmas meals. By the way, she has profusely apologised to me for doubting the no sugar revolution you put me on so many years ago. After her diagnosis and the advice of her endocrinologist (they are seeing the light), she committed to low carb, lost thirty kilograms, and completely reversed her serious diabetes. Her endocrinologist called her the other day, baffled to 'discharge' her as a patient, saying it was something she'd never ever done as a doctor before. My father and aunt have also embraced the lifestyle after seeing this happen, and the improvements to their age-related illnesses have been just as life-changing. Things you put in motion all those years ago have woven into this feeling in my heart, in this breath, and it's nice to be given a place to say that.
Where do I start? Im older, I am comfortable with who I am or choose to be. Ive been granted grandchildren except they live overseas, in fact both my children live overseas. Im so proud of their fierce independance but my heart weeps as we have such limited contact. Fortunately, I have a beautiful step (this is just a word as she is wholly a part of me) grandchild. This is a mine field as the parents have a set of rules Im to obey...who knew being a grandparent was so hard? I am so saddened by the world we are leaving them, my part in it so Im trying to make it a better place for them. This Christmas I have a massive divide in my once very close siblings over the vaccination thing. Only 1 of 6 refuses and has gone down the hole so far she is now manic, it deeply disturbs us all especially now rational thought seems to have left her. But, I have hope and hope people is a wonderful, magical thing.
The state of my heart? Not so good. I'm in an uncomfortable state of dread, and shallow breathing. I finally was roused awake from my troubled slumber and actually believe we are in peril (rather than thinking this all happened before and we can just ride it out.) Books like yours are shaking me awake as well as On Tryanny by Timothy Snyder, It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis. I am generally NOT an alarmist, but the alarms are loud and clear. The only thing I can think of to do is 1. Write an action manifesting and 2. share it with whoever will listen.
Thank you for this forum to answer this question, Sarah.
you really want to know how I fee? probably like a lot of people atm. Stressed, struggling with work, got a mountain of 'stuff to do' trying to work out how I'm going to tell my in laws (the family of my late husband) that i'm not having lunch with them, that I'm going to my now partner's dinner 'out' with his family instead! (bad mum and sister in law i am!) and just washed and wringed out after a year of Crap! there I've said it! sorry to dump Sarah
My heart yearns what you describe: allowing & being allowed a “rested space, of landing.” Then being able to connect & uplift others, do climate work, tap into creativity, from this grounded place. Recent rejuvenations include weekend of cold plunges in the river, brewing tea riverside, and just being in the elements; also moving my body in joyful ways like rock climbing, staying hydrated, and eating enough food. But then I return to work within our broken sickcare system where ”productivity” means more than our health and well-being…and within less than a day, I’m depleted again. Hospitalizations are rising like crazy. People still refuse to get vaccinated. Where I live (Paul Gosar is the house rep here) most are pro Trump, anti-vax, anti-mask, believe the “election was stolen”… I’m just exhausted. No one really asks about my heart (or is ready for an honest answer)…so thank you.
X mas brings up all sorts of dread tbh. I. Don't even know what I am doing for Christmas but the reality of being childless and single always hits home. Plus I haven't seen my brother sister in law and Bruce and nephew for over two years. They reside in Sydney and the disconnect is big. He is my Only sibling and the FOMO looms large especially as kids remember all...so I feel forgotten about a bit. How is my heart. Broken by the shitfuckery of the world and continued pandemic madness. Yet still very much alive. I hiked twenty km the other day and forty another day and found an amazing spot to skinnydip. I rarely if ever skinny dip. Like you Sarah I'm an undies girl..but nobody was around and it was so enlivening and beautiful and liberating and lovely. All shit disappeared and I felt wildly alive. It's making these moments consistent and last. Merry Xmas all. Yes and sooo not a fan of the consumerism and panic buying and depression that ends up lagging with people buying unnecessarily and getting into further debt. Breathing. How is my heart. In this moment. Alive. Bit not very good. Aching and alone. Sorry to be an agony aunt. Kinda surprised your such a big fan of Abbie chatfield.i have missed feelings yet admire her gutso also. Namaste and thanks for all you do Sarah. A x
The state of heart my heart in this breath is heavy. I generally do my best to be grateful, kind and relatively in the moment, but at the moment I'm feeling the weight of the world. I can't be sure if it's more to do with my own problems or the collective xmas madness. Probably both.
Thanks for asking the more beautiful question Sarah. Right in this moment my heart wants to jump out of my chest a flee. To where, I'm not sure. But flee it wants to. Right in this moment I'm sitting in the gunk this year, perhaps a lifetime, has bestowed upon me. Grappling with the emotional turmoil of motherhood, yearning for another baby, wrestling with the clutches of deep-seated health anxiety and feeling lonely in it, tormented by the evaporation of time.....but through it all I'm trying to sit in the squirmy, excruciating discomfort of it all and draw strength from the experience. Thanks for the invitation to pause and reflect on my heart in this moment. Thanks for all you Sarah - your rawness and honesty has been a huge salve for me over the past few years.
My heart (or more likely my mind) is working through accepting my place in a blended family. I feel slightly defeated but more honest that I have allowed myself to be in the past. It is confronting to accept what my place is, what I have contributed and what has been a function of events set in motion by my mum’s death 27 years ago.
A few hours ago I found out from my friend that her father’s cancer has spread. I’m feeling really flat, sad for her, her dad, and the whole family. I’m also currently suffering a bout of CFS, both a gift and a burden. Lots of pain and deep diving; it’s what I need to do but it’s tiring too. I’m learning self hypnosis at the moment and had a profound session this morning. So in this breath, living in both sorrow and hope. Bring on the silly season. X
My heart is feeling all radiant and yay, because I live in the remote rainforest on a tropical island where December just means that the rains are coming, nothing more to it. http://edenhope.org
I think I’m doing okay, Sarah. I hate December with a passion (buy this! Eat this! Yeah nah) but I’ve done the work (partly thanks to you). I know what’s important to me and I can’t buy it in the shops. I’m leaning into time outside, time with my kiddos, and silence. Those are the things that ease my heart. Thanks for asking. 😊
Equally in Arabic, As-salamu alaykum (Peace Be Upon You) is a much more enriching greeting than G'Day or Hello.
My heart is always most lonely at this time of year. I yearn for connection yet equally yearn for myself. This time of year seems to unmask wounds. The confrontation of no partner and no children feels heavy. Yet my heart feels alive in my aloneness and I know there is divine order through this passage in time. Thanks for asking Sarah x
Gah! Geo engineering = frightening to me. Where is the personal responsibility? Also seems a fun and distracting solution to the real problem (fossil fuels!). And we don’t need solutions that offer “more” of humans tinkering with nature, we need ones that offer less.
But in this breath my heart is stretched, tired and hopeful. We sold our second car this week and both my parter and I immediately felt a little freer.
my heart is happy, safe and warm in my cosy home - that is enough for this breath
What a wonderful thing to ask. Honestly, I feel uplifted, on the other side of the xmas debarcle thanks to someone else. My mother (role model, best friend, and housemate) has hated Christmas for many years after a lifetime of being saddled with everyone's expectations. She quit it defiantly for the past five years against a lot of family and societal pressure. Since then--after the death of her father and deciding to cut off her siblings who give her nothing back, all coinciding with her own fatal disease (that turned out to be a false diagnosis, a miracle itself)-- she has embraced Christmas this year on her terms. Small intimate catch-ups with family that matter. Thoughtful, affordable but useful gifts for those closest. Sugar and carb free xmas meals. By the way, she has profusely apologised to me for doubting the no sugar revolution you put me on so many years ago. After her diagnosis and the advice of her endocrinologist (they are seeing the light), she committed to low carb, lost thirty kilograms, and completely reversed her serious diabetes. Her endocrinologist called her the other day, baffled to 'discharge' her as a patient, saying it was something she'd never ever done as a doctor before. My father and aunt have also embraced the lifestyle after seeing this happen, and the improvements to their age-related illnesses have been just as life-changing. Things you put in motion all those years ago have woven into this feeling in my heart, in this breath, and it's nice to be given a place to say that.
Where do I start? Im older, I am comfortable with who I am or choose to be. Ive been granted grandchildren except they live overseas, in fact both my children live overseas. Im so proud of their fierce independance but my heart weeps as we have such limited contact. Fortunately, I have a beautiful step (this is just a word as she is wholly a part of me) grandchild. This is a mine field as the parents have a set of rules Im to obey...who knew being a grandparent was so hard? I am so saddened by the world we are leaving them, my part in it so Im trying to make it a better place for them. This Christmas I have a massive divide in my once very close siblings over the vaccination thing. Only 1 of 6 refuses and has gone down the hole so far she is now manic, it deeply disturbs us all especially now rational thought seems to have left her. But, I have hope and hope people is a wonderful, magical thing.
The state of my heart? Not so good. I'm in an uncomfortable state of dread, and shallow breathing. I finally was roused awake from my troubled slumber and actually believe we are in peril (rather than thinking this all happened before and we can just ride it out.) Books like yours are shaking me awake as well as On Tryanny by Timothy Snyder, It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis. I am generally NOT an alarmist, but the alarms are loud and clear. The only thing I can think of to do is 1. Write an action manifesting and 2. share it with whoever will listen.
Thank you for this forum to answer this question, Sarah.
you really want to know how I fee? probably like a lot of people atm. Stressed, struggling with work, got a mountain of 'stuff to do' trying to work out how I'm going to tell my in laws (the family of my late husband) that i'm not having lunch with them, that I'm going to my now partner's dinner 'out' with his family instead! (bad mum and sister in law i am!) and just washed and wringed out after a year of Crap! there I've said it! sorry to dump Sarah
My heart yearns what you describe: allowing & being allowed a “rested space, of landing.” Then being able to connect & uplift others, do climate work, tap into creativity, from this grounded place. Recent rejuvenations include weekend of cold plunges in the river, brewing tea riverside, and just being in the elements; also moving my body in joyful ways like rock climbing, staying hydrated, and eating enough food. But then I return to work within our broken sickcare system where ”productivity” means more than our health and well-being…and within less than a day, I’m depleted again. Hospitalizations are rising like crazy. People still refuse to get vaccinated. Where I live (Paul Gosar is the house rep here) most are pro Trump, anti-vax, anti-mask, believe the “election was stolen”… I’m just exhausted. No one really asks about my heart (or is ready for an honest answer)…so thank you.
X mas brings up all sorts of dread tbh. I. Don't even know what I am doing for Christmas but the reality of being childless and single always hits home. Plus I haven't seen my brother sister in law and Bruce and nephew for over two years. They reside in Sydney and the disconnect is big. He is my Only sibling and the FOMO looms large especially as kids remember all...so I feel forgotten about a bit. How is my heart. Broken by the shitfuckery of the world and continued pandemic madness. Yet still very much alive. I hiked twenty km the other day and forty another day and found an amazing spot to skinnydip. I rarely if ever skinny dip. Like you Sarah I'm an undies girl..but nobody was around and it was so enlivening and beautiful and liberating and lovely. All shit disappeared and I felt wildly alive. It's making these moments consistent and last. Merry Xmas all. Yes and sooo not a fan of the consumerism and panic buying and depression that ends up lagging with people buying unnecessarily and getting into further debt. Breathing. How is my heart. In this moment. Alive. Bit not very good. Aching and alone. Sorry to be an agony aunt. Kinda surprised your such a big fan of Abbie chatfield.i have missed feelings yet admire her gutso also. Namaste and thanks for all you do Sarah. A x
Thanks for asking, Sarah :)
The state of heart my heart in this breath is heavy. I generally do my best to be grateful, kind and relatively in the moment, but at the moment I'm feeling the weight of the world. I can't be sure if it's more to do with my own problems or the collective xmas madness. Probably both.
Love your work, Sarah 💞
Thanks for asking the more beautiful question Sarah. Right in this moment my heart wants to jump out of my chest a flee. To where, I'm not sure. But flee it wants to. Right in this moment I'm sitting in the gunk this year, perhaps a lifetime, has bestowed upon me. Grappling with the emotional turmoil of motherhood, yearning for another baby, wrestling with the clutches of deep-seated health anxiety and feeling lonely in it, tormented by the evaporation of time.....but through it all I'm trying to sit in the squirmy, excruciating discomfort of it all and draw strength from the experience. Thanks for the invitation to pause and reflect on my heart in this moment. Thanks for all you Sarah - your rawness and honesty has been a huge salve for me over the past few years.
My heart (or more likely my mind) is working through accepting my place in a blended family. I feel slightly defeated but more honest that I have allowed myself to be in the past. It is confronting to accept what my place is, what I have contributed and what has been a function of events set in motion by my mum’s death 27 years ago.
A few hours ago I found out from my friend that her father’s cancer has spread. I’m feeling really flat, sad for her, her dad, and the whole family. I’m also currently suffering a bout of CFS, both a gift and a burden. Lots of pain and deep diving; it’s what I need to do but it’s tiring too. I’m learning self hypnosis at the moment and had a profound session this morning. So in this breath, living in both sorrow and hope. Bring on the silly season. X
My heart is feeling all radiant and yay, because I live in the remote rainforest on a tropical island where December just means that the rains are coming, nothing more to it. http://edenhope.org