Bloom

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#tinytruth I want to be more plant. Less force, more feeling (ooh, that would make a great # don't you think? 🤔😉)⁣

Bear with me... I know that sounds a little too woo-woo for a Wednesday afternoon, and my kids are going to roll their eyes at me too no doubt. But I think there’s something to it... ⁣

I recently discovered the work of @jeshderox (🙏 @thecreativityhabit ), who is an artist who studies joy. Now that’s something I think is worth studying! I caught one of his @instagram lives yesterday and throughout his talk, my mind was firing with so many connections that lit me up. ⁣

This concept of being more plant was one of them... I’m not sure if these were his exact words, but basically, he was expressing how we could benefit from letting go of the plans, rules, boxes, expectations, and systems we tend to cling to as humans. Instead, he suggested trying to surrender ourselves more to the elements, to feel our own path instead of planning the route beforehand. I guess in a way it’s more like tuning into our intuition... and trusting ourselves.⁣

I definitely feel the desire to grow more in this direction. I'm a stickler for rules, plans, order, systems... but I think they often get me stuck. Right now I'm playing with letting go a bit more, and exploring what that feels like for me... ⁣

I liked it... so I doodled this, and let it sink in. That really works for me right now, finding fun ways of 'creating' my thoughts is incredibly therapeutic. What do you do to help your thoughts settle? Does being more plant sound appealing to you? 🌱

Education

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#tinytruth sharing our truths is hard, and messy work.⁣

This is something I feel strongly about, but it is something I'm very uncomfortable sharing. It might well be a case of too much exposure, and I'll end up taking it down. However, a wise woman I know has recently reminded me that truth-telling is the first step to freedom and joy, and I believe her with the deepest parts of my knowing.⁣

So what I want to share with you today is that I had an incredibly privileged education. And there is this feeling that comes with that privilege for me, I think it's embarrassment, or shame, I'm not sure exactly of its flavour. But I am uncomfortable around it. Feelings are hard for me to hold, and I do believe that part of that is definitely my nature, but part of it, I know, is also to do with boarding school. ⁣

The thing about a boarding school education, that I don't think our parents understood, is that in order to survive, it forces children to hide their truths. Creativity, questioning, and playfulness did not sit comfortably in that system. Sadness was not to be heard. Feelings, and vulnerabilities needed to get pushed aside and bottled up, and young minds are forced to focus on facts and rules, and hierarchies. There is no amount of 'pastoral care' that can make up for the hole that is left where your family once stood. I think for me, because of this separation, I'm still very much learning to understand the emotional landscape of my mind. ⁣

I do, however, understand why my own parents sent me to school and given their life story I believe they were doing their best within their capabilities. But I think we have to be more careful with our children's voices. We have to be more honest. We have to share our truths, and help them listen to their own quiet hearts. Whatever song they may be singing. As parents, we are more naturally in-tune with our children, and if we can, we have to hold our tongues to make space for their songs. ⁣

So, I do accept that I am a person of privilege in this world, and was incredibly lucky to have found it so 'easy' to get where I am today, sitting very comfortably in this cottage of mine, with more than 'enough' money along with, most importantly, my health. But when we think of education, and the benefit that it brings, I think we must look at the true meaning of that word, and what kind of world we want to create for our own children. Grades and goals can so quickly become the focus, hiding the hope that these little souls bring into the world. Joy and connection is, in my mind, how we will heal ourselves and in turn this world of ours... and anything that gets in the way of that, I feel, has no place in it. ⁣

Do you have any truths that you feel uncomfortable sharing? I think that by sharing ours, it makes space for more connection... do you agree? ⁣

Make, Do & Mend

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#tinytruth making mends hearts.⁣

My mother is a maker, and she is a do-er. In fact she is a do-er to the extreme and would knock all those duracell bunnies out of the park. I always felt that she never stopped doing as a way of hiding from her hurts. What I'm only just starting to realise is that she does these things to heal her hurts. And this making, and this doing, is actually such a gift, for her, and for those around her who she supports with all her soul.⁣

I never understood my crafting habit. From a young age you'd find me turning my hand to as many different crafts as I could. I'm slowly starting to see that this making of mine is also my way of processing. My making is like my meditation. It brings my brain that space I need to slow down and focus on something physical.⁣

I've always been a little dismissive of the term art-therapy as I think I felt that art was always above me. I'm a numbers and logic girl, and art is for the more creative souls that I could never claim to be. Yet what I'm uncovering in this tiny Instagram experiment of mine is how powerful making, and creating in all its forms is for our minds. ⁣

So today I want to celebrate all mothers, and makers, and do-er's and menders of hearts. And especially my own mother, for without her gifts I would never have discovered my own. She has been my brightest light since the day I was born, and yet, as with the sun, I so often take her energy for granted. ⁣