sometimes, when the stars align
and the overwhelm eases,
i feel as if i might just be
living in a fairy tale.
this life in italy,
this journey to another world.
that’s how i felt on monday, april 30,
celebrating the last day of my month.
for 6 days straight,
carve out a moment all to yourself.
with blank book and pen in hand,
begin writing.
write and write and write.
at least 15 minutes at a time,
but as long as your thoughts
keep tumbling onto the page.
“to be mindful is to be embodied.
pay attention to the body, and the mind enters the present moment.”
~from mindfulness through movement by lee holden
over the last 18 months, since i relocated to another continent, i’ve gone through quite an upheaval.
AND
Two years ago, on March 16, 2016, I wrote a blog post entitled 13 thoughts on traveling. I decided to share those words again today, especially for the women who are still thinking of traveling to Italy next month for THE ARRIVAL.
at the end of each month, i take stock of the daily goodness i’ve encountered and share it in a facebook post. occasionally i write about it here, in my studio notes, as well. the month of march is about to come to a close, and i’m finally checking in about february.
“you shouldn’t do that.”
“that’s crazy!”
“how are you going to create a sustainable business that way?”
i’ve been advised in the last year or so (by both marketing experts and friends) that i shouldn’t spend so much time and effort offering free services.
At the beginning of February, I decided to join in with a few women in a Facebook group I belong to and celebrate the rites of Imbolc. Imbolc (also known as Candlemas or Saint Brigid’s Day) is a Gaelic traditional festival marking the midpoint of winter, halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.