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The colour of leaving…


Recently I wrote a short post titled, The colour of leaving & the importance of being present.

And last night, long before the clock struck midnight heralding a new decade, those words reverberated in my mind. Maybe because outside, my son [the inspiration of that post] and his friends were celebrating the end of 2019.

From the sanctuary of my room as I readied myself for sleep with my beloved dogs nestled beside me, I could hear the laughter and the somewhat incomprehensible [and loud] chatter that often partners an over-indulgence of alcohol.

I smiled at this cacophony of celebration and felt immensely grateful, yet also, melancholic. Grateful for being able to listen to life being celebrated in the present moment and melancholic because I was witness to the colours of my son’s life, moreover, witness to hues changing and present colours leaving forever.

The colour of leaving is of course a metaphorical statement that evokes a myriad of interpretations. And for me it is about how the hues that once coloured my son’s life are now awash with vastly different shades.

This is not a negative statement, rather, as every parent will attest to, witnessing your children become young adults who are no longer dependent is a little melancholic.

For when the colours associated with infancy, toddlerhood and teenage years fade, leaving in their wake, colours representing vibrancy, maturity and growth, it is bittersweet and melancholic.

And as I witness certain colours leave, I feel comfort as I bask in their receding light knowing those unique, magical colours are now blending with the new, and will shape the colours exclusive to my sons’ lives.

Yes, the colour of leaving and the importance of being present…

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What is for you won’t go by you…


As my full immersion into practicing mindfulness & yoga enters week 2, I find myself more accepting of situations that may not have had a favourable outcome.

I no longer allow my mind to conjure up negative explanations. Rather, I allow acceptance and remain in the Now. It’s powerful and fuels contentment, peace and a relaxed, unhurried mind.

In my daily yoga practice, I have accepted I am learning and I am celebrating my growth. I am not in a hurry.

This journey is for me, therefore it won’t go by me…

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Finding your happy place…


It’s a place often sought: some of us find it, some of us don’t.

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If you’re lucky, you’ll find it maybe more than once.

I’ve been lucky.

I’ve found it, yet I’ve also lost it, and as a consequence wasted time trying to find it again.

So what is this illusive happy place? It’s actually very simple.

It’s called being home.

It’s called being with my sons.

It’s called being with my precious, four-legged family, Stanley, Oscar, Simon & Eddie.

It’s called sharing moments with special, loyal friends who never judge my failures, rather, they find ways to have me celebrate them.

It’s called reflecting and feeling grateful to have had an amazing job that allowed me travel the world, to experience special moments, and to have shared those moments with beautiful people.

It’s called being grateful for opportunities presented.

Finding your happy place?

Simply embrace simplicity…