Thursday, January 19, 2017

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Authenticity is the daily practice of letting go of who we think we're supposed to be and embracing who we are.

Brene Brown 

London calling

Monday, January 16, 2017

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Every so often, a trip to London comes tempting.  A favourite of mine for so many reasons, large enough to feel lost but small enough to feel found in familiar shops and markets.  A trip to the Borough market is always a staple- a stop in the spice market, a fresh juice or mulled cider, a plate of paella and a Brindisa chorizo roll with paprika oil and piquillo peppers come together as a well trodden path each visit. We never leave empty handed and not-so-surprisingly it has become that unquestioned part of any weekend spent there.

Cannot wait to get back.

A mini-Frida

Friday, January 13, 2017

DSC_0042 Nathalie wrote a piece that struck a major chord with me , the way that brilliant authors often do, they write and those jumbled up thoughts in your own head somehow find a more eloquent clarity in theirs.  It is introspective and thoughtful in the most lovely way.

To anyone who hustled last year, to anyone who ''chased and chased and ended the year dizzy.''

This post is for you.

Blurry captures of my favourites

Monday, January 9, 2017

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My gorgeous brother and sister-in-law just welcomed their second little one into the world!  So proud of all these two have overcome together and how much more they have created together as a team.

Insert watery eyes, a handful of emojis when words are proving difficult and a hopeful plane ticket when a break comes.  Round two, and I absolutely cannot wait to meet you sweet Bryson.

You are already so loved.

Christmas in Portlaoise

Sunday, January 8, 2017

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Adam and I got into a squabble the afternoon of Christmas Eve, both of us working during the holidays- timings, schedules, etc etc but thankfully, his sister (whom I adore) somehow managed to get us in the car and as she promised, we worked things out by the time we arrived in Portlaoise.  It reminded me of something his Aunt Ginny had said during Thanksgiving about family ; that we all take each other's sh*t , no matter how big or small, and everyone still stays in the same room.  No one walks away.

And so we spent Christmas in the best way with his sweet family: surrounded by lots of love, gorgeous food, games, cuddles in front of the fire and a much-needed step away from reality.

And isn't that what the holidays are all about.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Wisdom means to choose now what will make sense later. I am learning everyday to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be, inspire me and not terrify me.

Tracee Ellis Ross

The art of letting go

Monday, January 2, 2017

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I remember saving and bookmarking this during a particularly frustrating time. A good one for those like me who are much too hard on themselves or just plain stubborn and need a reminder every now and again to just let go. Especially as the new year settles in... resolutions and all that ;)

Shared from Joanna's page and the NY Times.

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A story from Jon Muth’s book “Zen Shorts:”

Two traveling monks reached a town where there was a young woman waiting to step out of her sedan chair. The rains had made deep puddles and she couldn’t step across without spoiling her silken robes. She stood there, looking very cross and impatient. She was scolding her attendants. They had nowhere to place the packages they held for her, so they couldn’t help her across the puddle.

The younger monk noticed the woman, said nothing, and walked by. The older monk quickly picked her up and put her on his back, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other side. She didn’t thank the older monk; she just shoved him out of the way and departed.

As they continued on their way, the young monk was brooding and preoccupied. After several hours, unable to hold his silence, he spoke out. “That woman back there was very selfish and rude, but you picked her up on your back and carried her! Then, she didn’t even thank you!”

“I set the woman down hours ago,” the older monk replied. “Why are you still carrying her?”
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2016

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It's hard to sum up a year like the last in a single post.  Like most years it passed much too quickly- yet there were many moments where life events, world events and political events seemed to circle time into a giant deja vu.  Heartbreaking, frustrating, unbelievable moments where we all couldn't help but feel something.  Feelings that didn't always have a name or a chosen action to follow- but there was a united acknowledgment.  A giant deja vu as a sign to acknowledge our race, our humanity, our voice, our frustration, our ability to create change.

And in the same vein, to acknowledge our happiness.  No matter how little or hidden it may be.

Wishing you a sweet, peaceful new year ahead sweet friends. I am so looking forward to getting back to blogging in 2017.

The Holidays

Saturday, December 24, 2016


Wishing you and yours a sweet, peaceful holiday season.

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