Two Short & Sweet Meditations to Soothe Your Soul
Honouring almost a year of my second daughter and two meditations for the times when you only have a few minutes to tune into yourself and replenish your energy
Hello dearest one
How are you feeling today?
If you aren’t in the mood for reading my updates today then feel free to skip past the first image below and you will get straight to your gifted meditations.
I am having an ‘all the feels’ week… well month (year/decade) actually… as I spiral towards celebrating one year since Vesper was born. I have been writing her birth story to share here - but it isn’t quite ready yet. I originally wanted to share it this week to mark a year from the day that I found out she was breach and totally pivoted on my birth hopes, but like any creative process - it cannot be forced - and I trust that it will all flow together at the time it is meant to.
Vesper has taken her first steps this week - and has since spent every waking hour practicing her walking. The waddle - the little toddle waddle - makes my Mama heart swell and overflow with awe and love.
I have also been sorting out the clothes that no longer fit her, passing on the last of the really little baby items, and bringing out Sophia’s old clothes for her to graduate into. It only feels like yesterday that my (now) 4 year old was wearing these items, and it only feels like an hour ago that my (now) 11 month old was a newborn curled up in my arms. Time is not linear in Motherhood.
It is painfully slow and even more painfully fast.
Writing has caught me… held me… saved me… over and over again this year. Without it I honestly think I would have been swallowed whole by stagnation and loneliness.
I long to write about sleeplessness… about rage… about depression.. about loneliness… about resilience… about sensory overload… about grief… about relationships… about so many things and more that have been mirrored to me in this (second) first year.
The creative writing sparks are overflowing, there are titles and beginnings of pieces dropping into my awareness on an almost daily basis, but the space to bring them to life isn’t readily available at the moment.
I crave the space to write. Desire it. Long for it. Need it.
I want to write until I feel like the thirst for it is quenched, but then I know it never really will be, because there will always be something else to process and integrate and express. That is the thing with creativity - when it is plugged in to the Source and nurtured in the right ways, it is neverending - what a relief this is.
And of course, in the constant paradoxical nature of life, I also want to slow… to still… to sit… to watch Christmas movies with the girls… to eat mince pies… to lay down and rest… to practice restorative yoga… to sit by the lake… to go for dinner with friends… to drink my annual Old Fashioned cocktail (I rarely drink but there is something about the way the warmth and bitterness of flavours in this cocktail dance on my taste buds that nourishes my old soul).
So… I continue to dance with patience (or impatience - depending which way you look at it) and drop sentences into my phone Notes, write headings in my Susbtack drafts, scribble in journals and breathe into the knowing that all that wants to be expressed will be set free in time.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I write this and I feel an energetic exhale of my whole being.
Shoulders drop.
Jaw loosens.
Belly softens.
I really want to know how you are… how is your heart? How is your soul?
Your gifts for the week
This week I am sharing two meditations with you - these are short and sweet and both around the 6 minute mark so I hope that you are able to find a few minutes to press play and receive.