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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Gingerbread Man


Once upon a time, an old woman lived in a small cottage by the edge of the wood.
She longed for one thing - a child of her own to keep her company.
So one day, when the old woman was making gingerbread, she decided to cut the gingerbread into the shape of a little boy.
She gave the boy eyes, a mouth and buttons down his front.
And she placed the gingerbread in the oven.
When the gingerbread was ready, the old woman opened the oven door.
Suddenly, the little gingerbread boy jumped out of the pan and ran out the kitchen door!

First he came to a farmer who lived close by.
"Stop, little gingerbread boy!" said the farmer.
"You smell delicious!"
But the little gingerbread boy ran faster, teasing:
"Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!"
And the farmer could not catch him.


And neither could the pig.
Or the cow.
Or the goat.
Or the horse.


"Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!"


That was until the fox offered to help him cross the river.
And the gingerbread boy jumped onto the fox's tail.
And then his back.
And his head.
And then he jumped onto the fox's nose.

And the fox tossed the gingerbread boy in the air, opened his mouth and gobbled him up!

Silly gingerbread boy.

Happy fox!

Blessings to you.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

On manifesting and letting go

The gorgeous geisha I saw in the shop after yoga class. She just had to be mine. It must have been written in the stars for she was half price.
We have been pulling out lots of old files around here lately.
Lots of old love letters.
And photos.
And report cards.
This has brought up a lot of memories.

Some good.

A lot quite painful.

Sohail and I have been through a lot since we have been together.

University struggles.
Financial struggles.
Work struggles.
Family issues.
Moving houses.
Giving birth.
Post natal depression.
My mom passing away.
Moving to Australia.
Ectopic pregnancy that ruptured and landed me in emergency surgery within two months of landing here.
Adjusting to a new life.
Giving birth again.
Making friends.
Finding ourselves.

I realised that he is my rock.
He is my best friend.
He knows me like no one else does.
He is my partner on this spiritual path that I am on.
The path that I feel like no one else is on.
Because the stuff we say to each other.
No one else gets.

So I found myself quite sad.
For the struggles that we have been through.
And the realisation that it has actually only been just the two of us.
And that we actually feel quite lonely.

And I went to yoga on Saturday morning.
Feeling quite sad.
Knowing how many times Dru yoga has helped me to shift my stuff.

And I spent the whole class on the verge of tears.

And I cried at the end and I thanked my teacher for helping me to move the stuff.

Because I realised that I have to let it go.

And I felt confused.
Because I thought that all the spiritual work I have been doing has allowed me to let it go.

And then I had a soy chai with my new friend in yoga class.
And my yoga teacher.
Who is also my friend.

And we talked.

Like Sohail and I do.

And there they were.
Women in my life who speak my language.
Who speak about manifesting, owning our truth, creating our own reality, the mind body connection.

Stuff I talk to Sohail about all day.

But not to anyone else in my life.
Because it seems too out there for other people.

And then I told them that I had prayed for them
I had been praying for a community of women to support me.

It started with me finding some really amazing women through all the blogs I follow.
They are not physically in my life, but they speak my truth.

And then I found my South African friend who fills up my soul.

And now I have my yoga friends.

I have manifested them.

And my yoga teacher said that she had asked the universe for the same thing.
A new community.

And there we were.

And then she told me about the Chinese wheel.

Water feeds wood, wood feeds fire, fire feeds earth, earth feeds metal and metal feeds water once again.
A continuous cycle of life.

I am in the metal cycle.
The cycle of letting go of our stuff.
But we can't let go until we go through all the other elements.
And it all made so much sense.

I am letting go of everything that no longer serves me.
This includes all the old and unhappy stuff that is still somewhat part of my identity.

I am letting it all go so that I can move forward.

Into new experiences.

I felt like I could take over the world after that.
I am embracing letting go.
And realising the power of manifesting greatness and joy.

I hope that you manifest all of your heart's desires.
Blessings to you.

"Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage" - Anais Nin

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Some French inspiration


Well, we have been quite busy around here since my family went back to South Africa.

I have had a huge de cluttering bug for the past year.
I believe that you need to make space in your life for new experiences.

I have been trying to only bring things into my home that are beautiful.

And move everything out that no longer serves me.

Sohail got this amazing book for Christmas.
All about baking bread.

If you want to learn all about baking the perfect loaf of bread, this is the book to read.

So he has been whipping up French baguettes and ciabattas.
Yum.

I have been inspired to find a French cake baking book in line with my intention to learn to bake an amazing French cake.

It turns out that these are quite hard to find.

But, the universe has great plans for me, since I stumbled upon this amazing book.

A book about French food.

Food inspired by the French markets.
It is visually intoxicating.

And we have been cooking some amazing things from the book.

I have been visualising myself, wondering the markets in Provence, picking up the freshest, most seasonal produce.
Dishing up a symphony of flavours, colours, textures on the plate, for my family to enjoy.

Today I made Tarte Aux Cerises.
Not a cake, yet.

But absolutely divine.

Little morsels of pastry, cream and seasonal cherries.
Yum.

We are having so much fun in the kitchen.

Sohail is on leave for one more week.
It's so good having him home.


Saturday, January 1, 2011

2010


2010 has been a great year.

Probably one of my best years.

I think the reason is that I decided that I would put myself first.

I decided, that for the health of my family, their mother had to be healthy first.
I decided that to pursue my creative pursuits was not a frivolous thing, but a necessity for my wellbeing.

I took up yoga as a serious practice.
I worked on harmonising my environment.
I educated myself on how to be a more effective parent.
I made lots of lovely friends in the blogging community.

I still do all these things.
And they will be constantly ongoing.

Life is constantly evolving.

If we try to hold on to what once was, we will only make ourselves miserable.

I have embraced living in the present moment.
Accepting each situation as the perfect situation for me and for my learning in that moment.

I am feeling so optimistic for 2011.
I do not believe in setting New Years Resolutions.
But, I do believe in setting intentions.

My intentions for 2011:

I will wear more skirts and dresses.
I will learn how to sew with my new sewing machine.
I will continue with my yoga practice, daily.
I will learn how to bake a proper, French cake.
I will keep learning about how to be a better mother.

I will live each day.
Here.
In the present.

And be grateful for each and every second that I have on this earth.


Thank you to everyone who has has taken the time to read my little blog. I hope that you find some inspiration here, I find so much inspiration from all of you. I am a better person for being part of the blogging community.

Blessings to you for 2011.

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