Author: vienda

  • cycle girlie

    On metamorphosis and menstrual cycles and a magic little trick (a GIFT, for YOU!) to add the phases of your cycle to your calendar and sync to your work and life.

    As I woke up on Monday morning I found myself having transformed into a pile of mush. Heart, lungs, eyes, shin bones floating in goo.

    I wanted to concurrently crawl out of my skin, hide inside a shell, and for my life just to feel normal, as it does for a few glimpses from time to time.

    But that’s not the path I chose. I am not one to cling fondly to the past or go out of my way for things to stay the same. I body slam myself at every chance I get to evolve and then wonder innocently doe-eyed why my self and my life are changing again.

    A constant cycle of falling apart and coming together again, of losing my way and walking myself back home. Right alongside 8 billion other people like a knot of snakes shedding their skins over and over again.

    The nature of life is to metamorphose repeatedly.

    Except that the way humans do it is that we look marginally the same on the outside while turning into an existential puddle of goo on the inside until naturally, our insides restructure themselves and a new version, only slightly distinct but somehow also completely new remarkably walks around in the same body as before.

    Some of our internal metamorphoses take years. Sometimes we move from caterpillar to mush to butterfly in just one day. Midwifing ourselves through a process of existing, breaking, and re-creating. An endless cycle of reinvention.

    That’s what I woke up to on Monday morning.

    Then there are other cycles.

    As a woman, I have a monthly cycle where blood pools and then drips from between my legs. It is a metamorphosis of another kind.

    In my early twenties, I discovered a love for my monthly cycles. In my early thirties, I understood them.

    Desperate, ashamed, and stoic after ending an unwanted pregnancy with an abrupt and painful medical pill I was coerced into getting a copper IUD by my boyfriend and my doctor.

    For one and a half years I contended with painful periods, dissociation, spotting at odd times and constant brain fog.

    With despair and frustration, I researched and educated myself. Books upon books on women, family planning, menstrual cycles and birth control piled up on my bedside table.

    Until one day I had enough and knew enough and went to get it taken out.

    The doctor asked me “Are you sure you want it out?” with judgement in her tone.

    “Yes. It’s ruining my life.” I replied adamantly.

    “What are you planning to use for birth control instead?” Her eyebrows raised.

    “I’m going to track my cycle.” I smiled, confident that I knew how, angry that I did not know sooner, furious that this isn’t the first thing a woman is taught.

    “I think you should stick to the IUD” she leant back looking at me.

    “Do you even know how IUDs work?” I snarked back incredulously.

    “Well, they stop the sperm from entering the egg.”

    “How do they do that?”

    “We don’t know exactly how, we just know that it works.”

    I was burning inside.

    “We do know how. What happens is that you put a foreign object inside a woman’s most delicate parts that creates an inflammation inside her so great that it stops her from being able to conceive. Why do I know that, and you don’t?”

    A nurse was called over who took me to another room and removed the offensive item in minutes.

    The one book that taught me how to track my cervical fluid and temperature and the position of my cervix so I would only get pregnant if and when I wanted to was What Every Woman Needs to Know About Fertility: Your Guide to Fertility Awareness to Plan or Avoid Pregnancy.

    It still seems to be a taboo topic. Sources of information for books or details online are almost negligible. Like, wow, if women take full ownership over their bodies, all religious and corporate systems will cease to exist, global power structures will shift in some seismic way, and the entire world will collapse.

    If the world is that fragile, we have bigger issues at hand.

    Two other favourite books were “The Woman Code” and “In The Flo” by Alisa Vitti. Both books are about how to sync your life with your menstrual cycle to optimize your health, wellness, and your career.

    Running a woman-centric business as a woman, I was fascinated with the idea that I could structure my work around my inner cycles.

    Hungry for ways to sync my tasks with my cycle and energy levels I tried many apps including Flo and Kindara to integrate cycle awareness into managing my life but none of them fit my flow.

    I depend on my iCal calendar and my physical Plannher to organise and execute my work, life and days. So, with the help of a friend, I made up a calendar based on the tips of the two books.

    Today, I am going to share it with you.

    It’s customisable, so anyone can use it to sync their life with their menstrual cycle. This adds another layer of awareness to your cycle and helps you create a more balanced and harmonious relationship with your body in conjunction with your work life.

    Add the phases of your cycle to your calendar to sync with your work life.

    Here is what you do:

    • Go to your calendar. Create a new calendar by clicking the “+” sign and the “Create calendar” option. Name it something like “My Cycle.”
    • Download the calendar from this link. It is formatted .ics, so it will be easy to add to any calendar.
    • Open your calendar application. This could be Google Calendar, Apple Calendar, or any other calendar app that supports ICS imports.

     

    iCal/Apple Calendar does it automatically, Google Calendar, like this:

    • In Google Calendar, click “Settings” at the bottom of the side menu and then click on the “Import & export” tab.
    • Under “Import,” click “Select the file from your computer” and choose the ICS file you downloaded from this article. Select your new Google Calendar that you named “My cycle” or something similar.
    • Click “Import” to import the events from the ICS file into your selected calendar.

    FINALLY! Modify the first four event details to customize to YOUR OWN CYCLE!

    Menstrual information:

    1. Calculate the total of your cycle length and the total of each phase.

    2. Change the calendar in sync with your last menstruation date.

    3. Modify your cycle length in each event (the calendar standard is 28 days but my cycle length is more like 33 days).

    4. Edit each phase duration, and adapt it to your reality (make sure it doesn’t exceed the total length of your cycle)

    Enjoy!

    Vienda ♥

     

    P.S. An overview pulled from the books I recommended above:

    Menstrual Phase

    This is a time for rest and renewal. The main recommendations include:

    • Getting plenty of rest and sleep.
    • Avoiding intense physical exercise.
    • Eating nutrient-dense, warm, and comforting foods.
    • Drinking warm fluids, such as herbal teas, to promote circulation and hydration.
    • Taking magnesium supplements to reduce cramps and headaches.

    Professional recommendations:

    • Take time off if possible, or schedule light work or activities during this phase.
    • Use this time to reflect, plan, and set intentions for the upcoming cycle.
    • Practice self-care activities like taking a relaxing bath or receiving a massage.

    Nutrition and shopping list:

    • Focus on warm, comforting, and nutrient-dense foods such as soups, stews, and bone broth.
    • Incorporate iron-rich foods such as red meat, poultry, beans, and leafy greens to support blood loss during menstruation.
    • Shop for ingredients like grass-fed beef, dark leafy greens, lentils, and organic chicken or turkey.

     

    Follicular Phase

    This is a time for renewal and creativity. The main recommendations include:

    • Engaging in moderate physical exercise, such as walking, yoga, or dancing.
    • Eating light and fresh foods, such as salads and smoothies, to support detoxification.
    • Increasing intake of omega-3 fatty acids and other nutrients to support hormone production.
    • Practising creative activities, such as painting, writing, or singing.

    Professional recommendations:

    • Take on new projects or activities that require creativity and innovation.
    • Network and attend social events to build new connections.
    • Focus on professional development, such as attending workshops or taking courses.

    Nutrition:

    • Focus on fresh, light, and detoxifying foods such as green salads, smoothies, and juices.
    • Incorporate foods rich in vitamin B6, such as bananas, nuts, and seeds, to support hormone production.
    • Shop for ingredients like spinach, kale, avocados, chia seeds, and milk.

     

    Ovulatory Phase

    This is a time for connection and expression. The main recommendations include:

    • Engaging in more vigorous physical exercise, such as running or strength training.
    • Eating foods that support blood sugar balance, such as complex carbohydrates and proteins.
    • Practicing self-care and connecting with others.
    • Taking steps to reduce stress and promote relaxation.

    Professional recommendation:

    • Schedule important meetings or presentations during this phase, as communication skills and confidence are heightened.
    • Collaborate with others on projects and tasks.
    • Attend industry events and conferences to build professional connections.

    Nutrition and shopping list:

    • Focus on foods that support blood sugar balance, such as complex carbohydrates and proteins to promote sustained energy.
    • Incorporate foods rich in omega-3 fatty acids, such as salmon and walnuts, to support hormone production and reduce inflammation.
    • Shop for ingredients like sweet potatoes, quinoa, salmon, walnuts, and Greek yoghurt.

     

    Luteal Phase

    This is a time for reflection and preparation. The main recommendations include:

    • Engaging in gentle exercises, such as yoga or stretching
    • Eating foods that support hormonal balance, such as leafy greens, legumes, and healthy fats.
    • Reducing intake of caffeine, sugar, and alcohol to reduce PMS symptoms.
    • Practising self-care and stress management techniques.

    Professional recommendations:

    • Prioritize tasks and projects to ensure completion before the next cycle begins.
    • Use this phase for planning and organization, such as reviewing goals and making action plans.
    • Practice self-care activities and stress management techniques to reduce PMS symptoms and promote well-being.

    Nutrition and Shopping list:

    • Focus on foods that support hormonal balance, such as leafy greens, legumes, and healthy fats to reduce PMS symptoms.
    • Incorporate foods rich in magnesium, such as dark chocolate, nuts, and seeds, to reduce cramps and headaches.
    • Shop for ingredients like broccoli, chickpeas, pumpkin seeds, dark chocolate, and coconut oil.
  • I don’t care

    A life-long lesson on detachment as taught to me by an Indian guru when I was 12 years old and the story of my very first own grown-up friend.

    When I was 11 my mum dragged me to one of her ‘new age’ events.

    “New Age” was a movement that started in the late 1980s characterised by an emphasis on the holistic view of body and mind, alternative (or complementary) medicines, personal growth therapies, and a loose mix of theosophy, ecology, oriental mysticism, and a belief in the dawning of an astrological age of peace and harmony. Idk what we call that now but in my bubble it’s “mainstream”.

    From my childish memory, I can’t remember if she was at a weekend workshop to learn how to play gongs, if it was about Buddhism or neurolinguistic programming but what I do remember was that the lady who was hosting the event had a beautiful garden with fragrant Jasmine abundantly throwing itself off balconies and big purple flowers attached to vibrant green tendrils cascading onto the lawn.

    I remember a young woman french-braiding my hair during breaks and adorning each cross-section with tiny white Jasmin stars. I remember an elderly man who took a particular interest in me and in those two days taught me how to read palms after he read mine.

    He told me that I would never break a bone, run out of money, or lack in lovers. He was right.

    I lapped up the attention. Like all children I craved to be seen, heard, witnessed, and acknowledged but presence and attention were not something readily available in my household.

    Sometimes I try to remember why but all I remember was that my single mum was always too busy, too harried, and too stressed to notice me for long. Now I recognise that she was likely suffering from anxiety, amongst other things.

    So when this man came along — an adult who had time for me, who was interested in me, and wanted to talk to me about the world, and the future and the possibilities of life — I was enchanted.

    He was old, with white hair and deep lines that crinkled deeper when he smiled and introduced himself as Donald Ingram Smith. I used his full name every time I spoke of or to him from that day on.

    He was my very first own grown-up friend.

    In a past life, Donald told me, he was a famous reporter and travelled the world. Then, he became the ghostwriter, autobiographer and close associate of one of the world’s most recognised gurus, Krishnamurti.

    My mother allowed the friendship. She was charmed by his outward-facing success with dozens of book titles penned under his name and thought he would be a good influence for me.

    One day when I was 12 he invited me to go to a 7-day “new age” festival with him. Krishnamurti would be giving a talk and he thought I might like to listen to him speak. I gleefully begged my mum to go until she agreed.

    In my childish memory, I don’t remember much of the talk.

    I remember that the festival seemed huge with thousands of people everywhere. I remember the woman vomiting in the toilet, eyes bulging out of her head and croaking “What are you looking at?” as she caught my innocent stare. I remember sleeping in a tent by myself next to Donald’s tent and going to the Hare Krishna’s for most of our meals where food piled high, a four-course meal, on every plate. I remember meeting a boy a year older than me who took me to the circus tent, told me he liked me and planted a kiss on my astonished mouth. I remember being left to my own devices for much of the time and going to every dancing workshop that I could find while Donald went and did his grown-up things.

    On the last day of the festival when Krishnamurti gave his talk hundreds of people gathered under an enormous marquee and sat on the grass on top of sarongs and shawls everyone brought along. Donald Ingram Smith sat to my right and made sure I could see as Krishnamurti giggled and joked with his audience from where he sat cross-legged wrapped in a lungi on the stage.

    “Do you want to know my secret?” he asked.

    This is the only part of that talk I remember and have held close for all of my life.

    “I don’t care.”

    “I’ve no problem because I don’t mind what happens… I don’t mind if I fail or succeed, I don’t mind if I have money or not money… I have no problem because I don’t demand anything from anybody, or life. I wonder if you understand this…”

    “I don’t mind what happens.”

    “That is the essence of inner freedom. It is a timeless spiritual truth: release attachment to outcomes, and — deep inside yourself — you’ll feel good no matter what.”

    I left that festival with a seed planted deep inside my mind.

    Donald Ingram Smith remained my friend.

    As I entered a more tumultuous teenage phase I lost touch with him which I recovered in my late teens. A friendship that became mostly forged in short phone calls where I updated him on my immature choices and life views and he offered generous guidance and hearty laughter on the other end of the line, as his ageing body became frail.

    When I was 19 I received a phone call stating that he was dying.

    I called him one last time and he told me of his graceful exit plan.

    He told me that he was ready to go and that he was grateful for his long and rich life and the short years he was able to share with me. He told me to keep reading and to keep learning and to choose always love. Finally, he told me to trust my life. That it was going to take me exactly where needed to go. And that he loved me.

    Weeks later I heard that he stopped eating and drinking in the final days before his death, as he told me would, to encourage his body with a rapid and clean journey out of this life, and his spirit the agency to pass into its next carnation.

    To mourn him is to celebrate the self-belief he awoke in me, the only tender love that I knew from a man at that time and the seeds he planted in a young girl that has grown into a forest of resilience, wisdom, and compassion, shaping the very essence of who I am today, an eternal testament to the mark he left on me.

  • you’re right

    “Your conclusion that there isn’t enough of something—whether it is enough land, or money, or clarity—stems from you learning, without meaning to, a vibration that holds you apart from what you want.” — Abraham Hicks

    A few years ago I had a boyfriend who was the most frugal, ungenerous man I have ever met. He would always choose the cheapest options in the supermarket, suggest low-to-no-budget dates and if we did go to dinner he would meticulously calculate the total and then split it with me. Generally, he hesitated to offer any gesture that might cost him financially.

    He was so cheap that everything we did felt small, suffocating and limited.

    During the four years of our relationship, our financial situations shifted. I met him in the second year of my business when I was barely making enough to get by but by the end of the four years, I outearned him by almost double.

    The difference between him and I was that I did the work.


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    He had a ‘lack’ mentality. So he scrimped and calculated and pinched.

    I was familiar with this type of thinking. I also had been brought up to believe that there is never enough. But I didn’t like the way it made me feel.

    I wanted to feel expansive. Abundant. Free.

    I wanted to feel like money was never going to stop me from living a good life.

    The difference between having a lack mentality and an abundance mentality?

    Perception.
    Resulting in your life experience.
    Perception is our belief in what is true.
    Our experiences are the tangible results of what we believe.

    Often, I hear or read conversations based on beliefs that there is not enough in the world:

    • “There aren’t enough good jobs to go around.”
    • “We are running out of natural resources. Water, oil…”
    • “There’s not enough money for everyone to be wealthy.”
    • “There isn’t enough food to feed all the people on the planet.”
    • “The economy is on a constant downturn. No one can thrive with this.”

       

    After years (and years and years) of studying human behaviour and psychology, I’ve come to understand one straightforward concept: whatever we believe, is true for us. Our beliefs dictate the experience we have of the world.

    Here’s another perspective:

    • It’s estimated that we have over 8 billion people in the world. As a small example, the world military expenditure is estimated at over 1,700 billion USD, to give you a tiny idea proportionally on how much money there is in the world. So yeah: There is more than enough money for everyone in the world. Our beautiful lesson to learn here is how to get into that stream of delightful money, by looking at our beliefs and deciding to change them.
    • We all have different interests and passions. Some people love to write. Some people love to invent. Some people love to sing, to build, and some people love math. One person’s menial job is another person’s dream. This is not true for 100% of jobs, sure; but with eight billion very different people living on this planet, you’d be surprised at what different people enjoy, and consider a good job.
    • We can all thrive, despite whatever the economy is supposedly doing. Some of the biggest, most successful brands and businesses came from a time when they were challenged. It’s those limitations that add fuel to genius and result in incredible success.
    • Hunger is caused by poverty and inequality, not scarcity. For the past two decades, global food production has increased faster than the global population growth rate. The world already produces more than 1½ times enough food to feed everyone on the planet. That’s enough to feed 10 billion people, the population peak we expect by 2050.
    • Or as Prof. Steve Horwitz says “There are economic reasons why we will never run out of many resources. In a free market system, prices signal scarcity. So as a resource becomes more scarce, it becomes more expensive, which incentivizes people to use less of it and develop new alternatives, or to find new reserves of that resource that were previously unknown or unprofitable. We have seen throughout history that the human mind’s ability to innovate, coupled with a free market economic system, is an unlimited resource that can overcome the limitations we perceive with natural resources.”

    Let’s circle back to my ex-boyfriend. He was a middle-class man, with a helicopter licence and a passion for law enforcement and access to endless opportunities. But he had a deeply ingrained lack belief that stemmed from his childhood upbringing and father’s role modelling.

    Although he could easily make more money than the average person, he still felt that he never had enough money to afford even the simplest of things.

    The more lack he felt, the more life affirmed his belief that there was not enough money.

    There’s a psychological term for this exact thing.

    It’s called our reticular activating system.

    It acts as the library of our belief system. These beliefs affect our perception of thoughts. Then our perceptions control how we feel about one subject. Or another.

    His reticular activating system caused him to seek out experiences that support his belief that there isn’t enough.

    And so suddenly he would be hit with a huge unexpected bill. Or make a critical decision in an investment, losing large sums of money. Or his well-paying job became redundant.

    Because this is how the reticular activating system works.

    This doesn’t only apply to finances. It applies to every area of life: Relationships, health, happiness. Everything you experience in life is affected by what you believe is true. (Your reticular activating system.) Your beliefs create your perceptions, and vice versa.

    When you believe that there is not enough of what you want there won’t be. Because you can’t ask for something that you don’t believe exists, is possible, or is true for you.

    You have to change the integral belief first, and foremost, and then start calling in what you want.

    How?

    It’s easy.

    Start looking for and seeking out evidence to support the belief that you want. Find research that supports the sentiment there is more than enough…money, jobs, natural resources, etc.

    In this way, you can break your lack mentality by choosing a new perception, a new stream of thoughts on any topic.

    This is called reframing in psychology. it works the same way. When you start to believe something new, your reticular activating system starts to take effect and produce those beliefs as tangible, practical results and experiences in life.


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    It’s 100% up to you what you choose to believe. You get to design your life any way you want. If you want to believe in lack. Do it! May you have a powerful, positive change in the world through your beliefs. If you want to believe in abundance. Awesome! And may you have a fulfilling and enchanting positive impact on the world through your beliefs.

  • little miracles

    life update: red cappuccinos, warm grand-fatherly wisdom, friend-dates that end in kisses, inequality turned into appreciation, money & self-worth & internal reorienting + more…

    “What was your miracle today?” The text reads.

    I just sat down in my new favourite cafe, a small red, white and pink oriental/hipster/millennial vibes place that’s cute and kitsch with an obvious identity crisis, laptop in tow. I pull my phone out and read those words, words we have been sending back and forth to each other. An invitation to look for the miracle that happens each day.

    Yesterday’s miracle was a delightful Greek lunch date with a man I consider just a friend which poured over into an art gallery and music adventures through Cape Town’s city centre streets and ended with a kiss.

    The other miracle was the deep sleep that followed.

    I order a ‘red cappuccino’ from the stocky African man behind the counter, flustered and sweating in his busyness — essentially a shot of strong rooibos tea made like a coffee — and return to my seat at a bench that has small cards labelled with “for laptops”.

    I don’t notice the elderly man who sits down next to me until he turns and asks “Where are you visiting from?” I smile at him and say I live in the U.K. wondering how my Europeanness stands out. He tells me his daughter lives there naming a town in Surrey that I do not know.

    We chat about travel and Cape Town, how the world has changed from recognition in the past three years and how social media is doing a number on human beings.

    I tell him about my philosophy and my guilt.

    That we are not meant to have so much information to filter through our minds, that I choose not to watch the news nor engage in the mad goings-on of the world stage because if/when I do it does irreparable damage to my mental health and that I feel guilty that by making this choice I am not offering a positive contribution to the world.

    He presents a warm grandfatherly wisdom-filled smile.

    “I think it’s the opposite. I think you are doing far more good for the world by refusing to engage with the drama on the world stage that is not a real part of your life because it means you can be present with what is real. The best thing you can do is make choices about the kind of life you want here and now. Is that a privilege? Sure. That’s the gift you were given. Make use of it.”

    Solaced and grateful for his words I smile and thank him before the conversation is hijacked by a runaway dog who scampers into the cafe followed many confusing minutes later by a stressed dog walker with seven other dogs attached to his waist. My elderly companion finishes his coffee and says goodbye.

    Maybe that was today’s miracle, I think.

    After he leaves I weigh his words and how they fit into my current perspective of the world and my place in it. These past few months what I’ve really learned is just how privileged I am. And not to take any of it for granted.

    Seeing people suffering without access to basic resources and human rights has lit a fire in me.

    Not the fire you might think.

    I do not think omgoddess, life is so unfair whydoIhavealltheseresourcesandtheydon’t. I should have/take less.

    No. I have known for a long time that life is ‘unfair’. Life is unjust all the time. People die. People hurt. Life is unequal. Just look at nature.

    The fire that has been lit in me was that, while I am alive, I might as well make the most of what I have available to me. And in making the most of it, I can also be generous with what I have.

    When I appreciate what I have, I am abundant. When I feel abundant, I am free to give back more of myself and my resources.

  • little miracles

    little miracles

    “What was your miracle today?” The text reads.

    I just sat down in my new favourite cafe, a small red, white and pink oriental/hipster/millennial vibes place that’s cute and kitsch with an obvious identity crisis, laptop in tow. I pull my phone out and read those words, words we have been sending back and forth to each other. An invitation to look for the miracle that happens each day.

    Yesterday’s miracle was a delightful Greek lunch date with a man I consider just a friend which poured over into an art gallery and music adventures through Cape Town’s city centre streets and ended with a kiss.

    The other miracle was the deep sleep that followed.

    I order a ‘red cappuccino’ from the stocky African man behind the counter, flustered and sweating in his busyness — essentially a shot of strong rooibos tea made like a coffee — and return to my seat at a bench that has small cards labelled with “for laptops”.

    I don’t notice the elderly man who sits down next to me until he turns and asks “Where are you visiting from?” I smile at him and say I live in the U.K. wondering how my Europeanness stands out. He tells me his daughter lives there naming a town in Surrey that I do not know.

    We chat about travel and Cape Town, how the world has changed from recognition in the past three years and how social media is doing a number on human beings.

    I tell him about my philosophy and my guilt.

    That we are not meant to have so much information to filter through our minds, that I choose not to watch the news nor engage in the mad goings-on of the world stage because if/when I do it does irreparable damage to my mental health and that I feel guilty that by making this choice I am not offering a positive contribution to the world.

    He presents a warm grandfatherly wisdom-filled smile.

    “I think it’s the opposite. I think you are doing far more good for the world by refusing to engage with the drama on the world stage that is not a real part of your life because it means you can be present with what is real. The best thing you can do is make choices about the kind of life you want here and now. Is that a privilege? Sure. That’s the gift you were given. Make use of it.”

    Solaced and grateful for his words I smile and thank him before the conversation is hijacked by a runaway dog who scampers into the cafe followed many confusing minutes later by a stressed dog walker with seven other dogs attached to his waist. My elderly companion finishes his coffee and says goodbye.

    Maybe that was today’s miracle, I think.

    After he leaves I weigh his words and how they fit into my current perspective of the world and my place in it. These past few months what I’ve really learned is just how privileged I am. And not to take any of it for granted.

    Seeing people suffering without access to basic resources and human rights has lit a fire in me.

    Not the fire you might think.

    I do not think omgoddess, life is so unfair whydoIhavealltheseresourcesandtheydon’t. I should have/take less.

    No. I have known for a long time that life is ‘unfair’. Life is unjust all the time. People die. People hurt. Life is unequal. Just look at nature.

    The fire that has been lit in me was that, while I am alive, I might as well make the most of what I have available to me. And in making the most of it, I can also be generous with what I have.

    When I appreciate what I have, I am abundant. When I feel abundant, I am free to give back more of myself and my resources.

    her wealth

    In speaking to this, I softly opened earlybird enrolments for Her Wealth: a five-week money course for women starting at the end of this month. The early bird option has limited spots and ends on Saturday the 10th at midnight. Enrol here.

    There’s a hot wind blowing in from the interior today, warm air wafting in currents between sweaty bodies as the desert tries to extend its reach to the Atlantic Ocean shore. I brought a Balinese fan out with me and am fanning strangers as I weave my way down to the water’s edge to keep cool.

    I spend my days walking along the ocean, taking dips in the ice-cold water, making new friends and working: running my personal brand, seeing private clients, meeting with my The Mentor Training team (enrolments open again soon), and overseeing Plannher my stationery label.

    Speaking of…

    mentoring

    I have 3 new spaces to work with me starting in March. Press reply to this if you want to know more about what that might look like.

    Mentoring topics always seem to move in seasons. What has been coming up for my recent clients is this internal reorienting of who they are, who they want to be and what that means for their place in the world. We are only just grasping how the past three years have impacted us as individuals and as a collective and we are all at a crossroads of some kind to make decisions about the future.

    January’s her way circle was on precisely this topic: crossroads navigated by stepping back from the cacophony of external noise and turning the gaze inward, so we can collect the subtle signposts that are offering us a new way forward.

    Amidst these explorations of my own, as I restructure the way I work with a focus on relaxing and softening into my professional life and letting it all come to me more with ease at the helm, I’ve changed my mind about a few things.

    her way circles

    One of them is that, originally, the her way circles were going to be for paid subscribers only. Now, I’ve decided that, in the spirit of generosity, I want to keep them free for everyone.

    Here is the replay, to watch, for all.

    I’ll be back in your emails mid-next week with an invitation to the next one which will be on the topic of ‘worthiness’ or ‘worthfulness’ and how we decide on and prescribe our self-worth, both financially and in our sense of self and esteem.

    more little miracles

    The depth of gratitude I feel for the sun and sea right now is immeasurable, my appreciation coupled with a heartfelt yearning for ‘home’. Home. It’s the first time in a long time that I have allowed myself this kind of nostalgia.

    Another little miracle happened a few days ago when the perfect flat, in the perfect location, at the perfect price opened up for me in Forest Row. Just at the right time.

    It found me, after I had given up my search, and posted an ad on Spareroom.co.uk hoping it would act like a note to the Universe. It did and it worked and now I get to go back to the village love and left only a few months ago.

    A big piece of my sense of worthiness is allowing myself to have places that I feel I ‘belong’ to. They all have to do with people that I cherish the most alongside nature and lifestyle.

    I have travelled to so many places and after almost 20 years of that, all that’s left is blurred images of landscapes held together by threads of love and friendship. My yearning to explore the unknown outer terrain has been replaced by a desire to explore the unfamiliar inner ones.

    This trip has re-inspired my re-indigenisation into my traditional roots: Italian and Austrian and then going further to British, Romanian and Arabic. I want to learn and remember where I come from and the rituals and connections to nature that my ancestors practised.

    This seed was planted two years ago when I read Sand Talk by Tyson Yunkaportawhich I recommended in one of my emails to you. It sparked something in me and started a revolution around the legacy I want my life to have which is to integrate and honour both the past and the future. This is why I keep being pulled back to Europe, to where my indigenous lineage lies.

  • wealth, her way (your way)

    The other day a friend and I met up for dinner and we talked a lot about financial independence and how important it is to be financially independent to feel well, to have good self-esteem, and to be able to make choices that benefit all.

    Over several 4-bites-per-serve sized seafood mains that should have been tapas, shared out equally, and glasses of white wine from the vineyard we looked out on, we relished our momentary opulence.

    Ultimately, we agreed, that what we all want is to feel secure, circulate wealth, enjoy our lives and do good.

    The past six months have brought about some pretty drastic changes across the globe. Costs of living heightened, wages barely increased, some people lost jobs and it all felt kind of extreme and demeaning and unfair.

    Just as we had come out from under a domino of disasters, did we need another reason to feel squeezed in our lives?

    No.

    But.

    We get to do some really cool shit with money.

    We get to live in homes with running water and heating or cooling respectively to our needs. We get to choose the foods that we like grown under the conditions of our preference. We get to go to places and see art under soft lighting or artists under spotlights sweating for their craft. We get to be those artists graciously demanding to be seen by paying for the tools required. We get to go places and have adventures and meet people who like the things we like. We get to walk down mostly safe streets and drive down mostly asphalted roads and buy steaming cups of coffee and bagels or doughnuts or little energy balls made of dates and coconut…

    All those simple delights require some kind of exchange.

    The exchange of currency.

    Money.

    Ultimately it’s an imperfect system. Like every other system in the world.

    We can either feel resentment and bitterness around its deficiencies and cringe and complain about the day-to-day of our lives and the necessity to exist in this imperfect system to support ourselves. But that isn’t going to make life any better or easier.

    Or…

    We can accept that change is small and incremental. That change happens slowly and then eventually hopefully all at once. That what we can do, while we chip away at creating a better future, is learn how to play the current game.

    On our terms. Our way.

    As women, especially.

    We need to learn how to play the game of money.

    Whenever I speak to women about money three big stakes come up:

    1. Feeling WORTHY and able to hold on to/manage/be good custodians of larger sums of money
    2. Being able to ASK FOR and RECEIVE the amount of money they want/need/are worthy of, whether in a salary or in a business where they are selling products and services.
    3. How they FEEL about money, the two ends of the spectrum being either shying away from talking about and looking at your money/accounts — or being overly controlling, but either way feeling FEAR.

    I took this conversation to Instagram and asked:

    WHAT IS YOUR MOST SPECIFIC MONEY CHALLENGE YOU WOULD LIKE TO CHANGE?

    There were many many many good answers but these were the most common:

    Sitting on the edge of the ocean in the sand on the weekend I watch a little hermit crab scurry past on its 10 little legs moving sideways over tiny sand dunes. He stops. Hesitating many times. Circling me. Searching.

    I see him find a shell. A tusk-shaped spiral a little bigger than his own. He turns it around. Waddles past several times. Looks inside. Stops, again.

    A few moments later that little crab crawls out of his shell, naked and alone, without protection or a home. So vulnerable. Anything could happen.

    He circles his old shell a few times. Stops. Then scurries to the new one and hides inside. Slowly, slowly those 10 little legs reappear. Sideways, he’s off again.

    I’ve never seen a hermit crab change shells before. It reminds me of growth. And those terrifying moments of complete defenselessness, unprotected and alone. I find myself in that strangely vulnerable place again.

    Being self-employed and responsible for 100%  of my income I started thinking about all the ways this could all go wrong. Old habitual thought patterns arose.

    Expansion is always preceded by contraction.

    I find myself in this place, every time I take a leap and grow. First comes the inner struggle. Then comes the discomfort. Then the awareness and the willingness to change. Followed by results.

    I’ve been doing this process every year or so since 2014. 10 years of educating myself about finances means I know a thing or two.

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  • not ready

    Don’t hold back, waiting to be ready. It will never arrive.

    When I was 15 I went on a long overseas trip for the first time entirely on my own. I had signed up to be a foreign exchange student in the States for one year. I boarded the plane snotty-nosed and big, red eyes rimmed with tears and a knot in my stomach.

    I was not ready.

    That year ended up being the happiest time of my life so far and formed my independence and sense of self in an immeasurable way.

    When I was 23 I attended my first-ever electronic music festival. I was resistant and didn’t want to go and thought it would be full of weirdos and absolutely, definitely not for me. My boyfriend at the time promised me we would leave after 1 day if I truly hated it.

    I was not ready.

    At that music festival, I got to know the producers of the festival and other producers of other music festivals and all sorts of fascinating, inspiring, incredible people that I admired who hired me based on my personality and skills and ended up making music festivals my career for 5 years.

    When I was 28 I wrote my first few blog posts. One day I decided to share one on Facebook. I was shaking and started to get all hot and prickly inside as my finger hovered over the ‘post’ button. I took a deep breath, clicked the button and then quickly closed the computer, terrified of what people would say and walked away.

    I was not ready.

    After that, it became easier and easier to share and to post and to write and after 2 years of writing and sharing, I had a popular blog with over 10,000 readers every month.

    When I was 30 I desperately wanted to turn my blog into a business. I came across a course that promised me all the answers and I thought about whether to take it or not for an entire month. 10 minutes before enrolment closed for the year, sweating with fear I assembled all my resources and courage and paid the $2,000 even though it made me feel nauseous.

    I was not ready.

    That investment led me to create a business where I support, mentor and teach people in areas of life that I am educated and experienced in. It has allowed me to do work in alignment with my values and has supported me on every level, especially financially over the past (almost) 11 years.

    When I was 33 I bought a van to travel along the East Coast of Australia. I didn’t know anything about cars (I still don’t) or how to make my #vanlife fantasy reality but I pooled all my resources together and followed my heart, even though…

    I was not ready.

    Two weeks later my van blew up, but I fell in love and my entire life trajectory changed in the most wonderful and unexpected ways, that I am so grateful for today.

    When I was 36, heartbroken, sick, confused and torn apart, I booked a flight from Canada to a town in Mexico that I had never heard of, knew no one in, and arrived there the next day with a suitcase filled with hope.

    I was not ready.

    That town became my home for two years where I tended to my heart, healed and grew. It was a safe container that held me in tender ways nowhere else had before and gave me everything I didn’t even know I needed.

    When I was 38 I wanted to bring to the world an undated planner for women based on a design I used for the past 5 years. I spent an entire year trying to find someone who could produce my idea in an ethical and environmentally conscious way. Disheartened, after 100s of enquiries were sent, I gave up.

    I was not ready.

    One day a publishing house in Bulgaria that was run by a small family team replied and said they would love to help fulfil my dream. I moved to the UK to be closer to production and ship those books out myself. In June 2020 Plannher was born. Since then 1,200 Plannhers have been sent around the world. I have 300 left.

    A few months ago I decided to go to a place I had never been to before. Africa. I was scared sad and uncertain about my decision.

    I was not ready.

    The day I left for Africa I let thick tears roll down my cheeks while sitting on the train to the airport. I went anyway. It gave me exactly what I needed: a contrast so strong and difficult that it gave me the deepest appreciation for the life I have. Now, I am so excited to make the most of it.

    I’ve noticed something interesting…

    The very best things that have happened to me were the things I did when I wasn’t ready. The things that shook me and tore at me and made me feel the biggest feelings and pushed me and stretched me and scared me and lit a flame of hope in my heart and big dreams in my imagination…

    Those things gave me the most, beyond my wildest dreams, even though…

    I was not ready.

    Don’t hold back, waiting to be ready. It will never arrive.

    Even if you’re not ready.

     

    A follow-up to this was written a couple of months after the release of ‘not ready’ titled ‘not yet’. Read it here:

  • something will happen

    “The funny thing about those kinds of goats is that they easily get cold so the farmers have to wrap them up and make sure they stay warm.” “That’s like me!” I laughed. He smiled, eyes twinkling…

    “What were you going to do if hadn’t responded?” Rosie asked me sipping rosé opposite me at a long wooden table outside a tiny bar in the golden September afternoon sun.

    She had been the one to return to my plea if anyone knew of any place I could rent next when I only had 10 days left in my sublet in London in August with an offer of her husband’s house to sublet in Margate.

    I snapped it up. I’d heard so much hype about Margate. Until I went and found out the hype was false.

    “Something would have happened,” I replied, smiling. Something always does.

    A week into my stay in Margate I knew the place was not for me. Although, in hindsight, I miss my daily long strolls alongside the wild Northern Sea. They were spectacular and raw. I don’t miss the constant headaches and tension I felt in my body from being in that place, however.

    I started looking for a new place to stay, somewhere between South London and the Sea. A friend of mine lived in Forest Row and started sending me every Facebook and WhatsApp post that advertised a one-bed, a studio or an annexe.

    “No cats!” “The place doesn’t actually have walls.” “Those dates don’t work.” “Not for people who work from home.”

    Weeks rolled past and our next home seemed elusive. In moments of despair, I tried other options. Staying in the spare room of a friend for a month. Putting my cat in the care of someplace else for a little while. And then I remembered.

    “Something will happen.”

    Then one day, an advertisement for a tiny cottage in Forest Row popped up, which I answered immediately, introducing myself, my situation, and what I was looking for. “I have a cat.” I wrote. Twice. Just to make sure.

    The landlady replied quickly. “You sound lovely. And your cat is most welcome! The only thing is, it’s only available until mid-December as my sister is coming to visit and I promised her the place then.”

    Happy, I agreed to a Zoom call to meet and get to know each other a little more. She gave me a virtual tour and we settled on a two-month sublet.

    As the last month began and winter began rolling in, my early morning jaunts to hot yoga were greeted with frost and endless days of rainfall, the cycle in my mind began again.

    I looked for sublets in Brighton and Hove, where I had lived before and some of my friends live, sad to leave the sheltered forest I currently call home. Nothing felt right. Nothing fell into place. Something else had to fall into place.

    “Maybe I am not meant to spend winter here?” I thought to myself. My dream has always, always been to leave for three or four months and live in this little magical corner of England for the rest of the year.

    “Something will happen” I decided.

    One day in late October, wrapped up in more layers than I would like, I met my friend Angela for coffee. “Are you staying here for winter or are you leaving?” she asked me. “Well… I’ve been trying to find somewhere to stay here but nothing is falling into place,” I said with a disheartened expression. “Do you have any suggestions?”

    “I’m going to Africa for a month. South Africa, and Namibia, where I grew up,” she replied. “Why don’t you come?”

    “Really?!!”

    “Yes! Come.”

    I asked around if anyone would like to take my cat and my car from mid-December. One friend replied but she wasn’t able to until early January. Then, crickets…

    “Something will happen” I hoped.

    A few days later my friend Chelsea friend replied. My cat and I had house-sat her and her husband’s home in Ely a few months earlier. “We can take Danger and your car!”

    Minutes later my landlady texted. “I love having you as a tenant. Would you like to continue the lease after my sister comes for Christmas?”

    Everything happened all at once. I had to decide.

    Sunshine and adventure won out and a few days later I replied to my landlady. “I love staying here so much but had made other arrangements as I thought it was only short-term based on our conversation. I’m going to Africa for three months but would love to return when I’m back in late March?”

    “Perfect” she agreed.

    On Saturday, I went to pick up some spring water from the spring that spouts out on a local farm. It had been so cold that night the water had frozen and it wasn’t running. Absently I decided to pick up a coffee at the farm shop instead to warm my freezing hands before I drove to visit a friend of mine.

    Already 30 minutes late I impatiently waited to order a cappuccino and handed the barista Nick my takeaway mug. Standing out in the cold waiting for him to make my coffee and steam the milk I heard a voice ask me “What is that top made of?”

    “Which top?” I replied wearing many layers that day. I peered up at a somewhat handsome middle-aged man wearing a grey hoodie.

    “The white one,” he pointed at my sweater under my sheepskin jacket. “It’s Angora,” I smiled. “Which I think is rabbit.”

    “I’m pretty sure Angora is a type of goat!” he countered.

    “Really?” I questioned.

    “The funny thing about those kinds of goats is that they easily get cold so the farmers have to wrap them up and make sure they stay warm.”

    “That’s like me!” I laughed. He smiled, eyes twinkling in good humour.

    “Where do they live? The goats? I’m assuming it’s not here in England!”

    “Well, some of them live in South Africa.” At that moment I clock that his accent has a slight South African flavour to it.

    “I’m going to South Africa. In two weeks! For three months.”

    “Where are you going to stay?”

    “I don’t know. First I’m going to Namibia with my friend. And then Cape Town I assume, based on what people have told me.”

    I showed him the list of recommendations I had been given that I had saved in my Notes app.

    “But you’ve never been? What are you going to do? You haven’t organised a place to stay? That’s brave…” he looked at me astounded.

    “I might book a night or two and then see…. that’s kind of my modus operandi. Something will happen”, I replied.

    “Let me give you some names and numbers. There’s a duchess I know, who lives right on the beach, she might have a room for you. How much time do you have?” He pulled out his phone.

    “I don’t! I already am late! But let me give you my number. V-i-e-n-d-a” I spelt out my name. Then my number.

    My cappuccino ready, I started dashing to my car. “It was so kismet to meet you! What’s your name?”

    “Andrew.”

    “Speak to you soon Andrew!”

  • a 28-step guide to heartbreak đŸ’”

    You can seek validation that you are loveable from others your entire life, but it will never fill the gaping hole that tells you that you are unlovable and not enough.

    Last weekend I went to London to take care of my friend’s teenager while she was away on a work trip. The boy was still at school and my friend was already gone so I was met at the door by her lodger.

    Twenty-six — a singer-songwriter with wild dark curls, a childish figure and a thoughtful nature — she introduced herself as Victoria.

    “I’m Vienda”, I smiled in response kicking my shoes off and following her into the living room. We sat down and I politely asked her how she was.

    Without taking a breath she dove into a 40-minute detailing of her recent heartbreak.

    “I know, you are going through hell right now. You are sad, confused, angry, depressed, numb. You go from sad to angry then to numb and then a combination of them all. It is totally normal to feel what you are feeling and to even be confused about what you are feeling right now.”

    She continued sharing a verbal waterfall of thoughts and feelings to which I offered consoling sounds for a while, tears in her eyes, staring down at her shoelaces, unsure of what to do with herself.

    “I ended a relationship myself last week. It was only a short one but endings are never easy. Here’s what I know about healing heartbreak.”

    Inviting her for a walk around Hampstead Heath, a city-centre wilderness in the middle of London — a place that offered me solace in many of my own rock bottoms — I told her these truths.

    1. Two things can be true at the same time. You can love someone deeply, want to be with them and grieve them with every part of your being, and they still won’t be the right person for you. Your mind can’t make sense of this paradox, but your heart can.
    2. You have to give yourself the time you need to grieve. Grief comes in waves. It’s not linear. Don’t expect yourself to be ‘normal’ but also don’t lose yourself in wallowing.
    3. It hurts, I know. It really really really hurts. It is going to be like this for a bit but you will get better eventually. Be patient and kind with yourself.
    4. Love is a cocktail of brain chemicals. Dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, endorphin. It activates all of your happy chemicals at once. When a relationship ends you get cut off from all these happy chemicals. You go into withdrawal.
    5. It’s best to have no contact, at least for a few months. Delete their number, unfollow them on any social media accounts, and withdraw any connection you have to them, to give you space and time to heal.
    6. Listen to music that restores your wholeness. I made this playlist, especially for navigating my own heartaches and heartbreaks.
    7. It’s okay to be in shock and denial in the first few weeks but eventually, you will just have to accept it. It will be very hurtful to accept it, but you have to do it in order to get to the next healing stage. Accept what happened.
    8. Stop trying to figure out the ‘real’ reason for the breakup. You can analyse every conversation, every text, and every moment spent together. But you won’t find what you are looking for. Because the choices we make are emotional and not logical, they can’t be explained rationally.
    9. Don’t expect the other person to give you the closure you want. The only person that can give you closure is you. What does your heart tell you? Mystery solved. Remember, if you do reach out to them and try to get closure, no matter what they tell you it will never be enough. Closure is something you give yourself.
    10. Don’t blame yourself. Also, don’t blame them. It’s no one’s fault that it turned out that you are incompatible. Take responsibility for your part: your actions and choices; and learn from the lessons. Hand their actions and choices over to them (in your mind — don’t contact them to tell them so!).
    11. Remember that the way a person behaves when things are hard is exposing who they are. If they handle a breakup with kindness and care, the belief you had that they are a good person is correct. If they handle the breakup with unkind words and actions and are intentionally hurtful then they have a lot of growing and maturing to do.
    12. Rejection is protection and redirection. Even though it doesn’t feel like it right now, someone so much better is coming.
    13. Let go of any of their belongings and memorabilia. Holding onto vivid reminders of them does not let your wound heal properly. Getting rid of them signals your brain to let go. It’s a short-term sacrifice for a long-term gain. A lot of people report an immediate boost in mood after they purged the physical reminders.
    14. Develop a non-judgmental inner voice that is kind to you. Instead of beating yourself up with insults, talk to yourself kinder.
    15. Recognise this as an opportunity to reinvent yourself into the person you actually want to be. Find new interests. Meet new people. Read! READ! Increase your knowledge and unlock your full potential. Commit yourself to becoming a better person.
    16. Don’t avoid the parts of your life that you used to share to avoid the pain. Keep going to your favourite places and start making new memories in those places.
    17. Don’t sleep with strangers or do extreme and erratic things to avoid feeling the pain of loss and grief. Let the thoughts come. Cry. Weep. Be an emotional mess. Close your eyes and focus on the pain. Be with the body, don’t judge the pain. Just notice it. Keep noticing it, until it goes away. That is how you process your pain.
    18. At first, every waking moment of your day is filled with ruminating about your ex. This is totally normal. Try going for long walks in nature. Listen to mindfulness meditations. Take up visiting new places alone or with friends.
    19. A break-up is a very tumultuous time. When a relationship ends, we don’t just grieve for our ex. We grieve for every attachment trauma we ever endured in our lives. You won’t grieve for your ex alone, you will unconsciously end up grieving about all your attachment trauma. A good therapist or mentor can help you through that process.
    20. Feeling sad? Reach out to friends and family to vent. Sometimes just straight up tell them that you just want to vent and don’t want their advice. Your loved ones are here for you to utilize them. But do give them breaks from venting here and there. They are human and they sometimes can get tired of your break-up story.
    21. Rebuild your identity. Now is the best time to reclaim that part of yourself that you lost. It is also the best time to figure out who you are and what you truly want. If you always wanted to travel and live in some country for a few months but you couldn’t because you were in a committed relationship, now is the perfect opportunity to do so. You aren’t tethered by anyone, fly free.
    22. Move your body. Of course, heal in your own time, there is no timeline to grief. But eventually, start exercising regularly to pump your brain with all those feel-good chemicals. 15 to 30 min a day is a good start, hell even just 5 min is great. You can try yoga too if working out isn’t your thing. Becoming a bit sexier in the process is a pretty good bonus too.
    23. Write them letters, however many letters you want. Write whatever you want to write. Whatever you ever wanted to say to them. Go ahead and say it in the letter. Pour your heart out, leave nothing unsaid. Burn the letters. Every time you burn a letter, thank them and forgive them. Forgiving is not for them, it’s for your own healing. No matter what they did, you have to be able to forgive them eventually. In your own time! There is no time limit. Remember to forgive yourself too.
    24. In the first few months, you should journal every day to track your feelings thoughts and emotions. After a 3 or 6-month period read your early journal entries and compare them to your most recent journal entries and you will notice how much better you are doing. It will give you a much-needed boost to healing.
    25. Is there something you always wanted to do or be? Set some ambitious new goals for your life.
    26. Have fun, enjoy yourself, and slowly be open to meeting someone new. Take it slow and be weary of any early red flags. Trust your gut. Maybe you knew your ex was an alcoholic but still went out with him (like Victoria did). Don’t make the same mistakes you made last time. But if you want to stay single for a while, that is okay too.
    27. Heartbreak commonly shows symptoms of clinical depression. The antidote to this deep suffering is finding meaning in it. Find the meaning, the lessons and gifts of your suffering.
    28. You can seek validation that you are loveable from others your entire life, but it will never fill the gaping hole that tells you that you are unlovable and not enough. You have to develop a closeness and intimacy with yourself that closes that gap so that no matter what happens you will always have your back, because you love you, no matter what. Spend time cultivating the relationship you have with yourself so that any future heartbreak simply lands you back in the cushion of your own heart instead of torn to pieces across your inner emotional landscape.
  • the rules of reinvention

    Reinventing yourself is about how you carry yourself through a season of becoming while bridging the gap between fear and creating or doing what you’re called to.

    This morning I woke at 5.30 am — a time that I would much rather be sleeping peacefully, unlike some of those overachieving insta-people who like to boast about their 6 am ice baths — to meditate on a question that has been haunting me recently.

    What is next?

    I nuzzled in under the covers, having asked the universe for guidance and assistance and allowed the waves of connection to Source/Goddess/Energy roll through my body slowing down my breathing, smoothing over my nervous system.

    Slowly, softly, answers emerge.

    You are on your path.
    The next thing will come.
    Just not on your timeline.
    Be patient.

    It’s annoying. I want to know now. I’m in a self-inflicted cycle of uncertainty and my entire Being is trying to escape the discomfort of that.

    I have had to make peace with the fact that my life journey and path as a human is centred around reinvention. To not judge myself harshly for it. To softly acknowledge and accept it. To even celebrate it. One of the ways I’ve been able to do so is to understand it.

    If you’ve been journeying alongside me for a while, you will know I’m a master at reinvention.

    Life took me on an incredible healing journey in my early 20s while I was studying psychology and experimenting with various things. Then, struggling with the broad systematic approach to individual mental health, decided I didn’t want to become a psychologist. Instead, an opportunity to work as a contractor for music festivals arose and I spent 5 years sent to far-flung corners of the earth acting as an artist coordinator for large-scale events. It was a wonderful wild time. Soon, that life became tiring and no longer supported my growth so I stopped for a year and worked as an event coordinator for a dance school in London before heading to India and deepening my spiritual journey there. During this time I realised that our world didn’t have moulds that I could fit and that I’d have to create my own. Inspired by the ethical organic textile industry I created a small conscious clothing label called ‘etica & ella’ but quickly realised that while I had lots of creative ideas I knew nothing about marketing or running a business and disliked having to manage lots of stock. When that idea didn’t work I felt like a failure. It hurt my ego for two years during which I lived in Sydney and worked as a business manager for a small marketing firm, gathering as much knowledge and experience as I could to start my own business. Alongside that, I started a blog, which became the platform for the work that has supported me across the past decade. During the first few years, I travelled the most: a month in Portugal, three months in Amsterdam, four months across Central America, six months in the States, five months in London, four months in India, almost a year in Australia, nine months in New Zealand, six months travelling across south-east Asia. Then things slowed down. My partner and I at the time moved to Canada, where he was from. We tried to do the ‘settle down’ and ‘buy a house’ thing, but he and the life he was offering was not for me so I left. I moved to Mexico for two years. All the while, growing and teaching and offering my work to the world through my online business. With the addition of my stationary brand Plannher, I decided to come back to the Western world for a while to support the growth of that. And then the global panini happened. I had no choice but to stay and made the seaside town of Brighton in the UK my home for 18 months until I decided the winters were too cold for me and swapped it for Mallorca which was beautiful but confining, and returned to the UK five months ago. Since then, I have moved five times, trying to figure out what corner of the universe I belong in.

    That’s a lot of iterations of myself and the life I have lived. I have had to reinvent myself and recreate my perception of the world at every corner.

    I’m at these crossroads. I feel like I need to choose between 3 lives.

    1. The online entrepreneur life, selling programs and products and refining my sales funnels. 2. The corporate career life, getting a job with a company that aligns with my values. 3. Becoming a wayfarer, chasing the summer and beach life at low costs in other countries.

    As I feel in and consider each option, none delight me.

    I’m in a season of life where I’m considering my future. Who do I want to be? What kind of life do I want to have? What am I setting myself up for?

    I want it all. I want a beautiful home in Forest Row where I live right now. I want to teach and write and make art. I want a sense of community and belonging. I want to spend months at a time on wild unkempt beaches in less civilised places.

    My whimsical 20s have come and gone. What am I building the foundation for into my wise woman years?

    Maybe they’re questions I don’t need answers for but they are something I feel to consider now.

    I have a financially successful online business doing and creating things I love (alongside the less-loved administrative side of things) that’s offered me incredible location and financial freedom but it’s been increasingly lonely and the mental health impact of that is something I can no longer ignore.

    The corporate career world baffles me. I have this enormous skill set and range of experience that doesn’t fit into any of the boxes and when I look at the expectations of time and input vs wages… 36 hours per week in an office for £16 an hour! It’s a joke. My friends who know this world well tell me it is no more stable and secure than working for yourself.

    The drifting summer and sea-chasing life is one I adore, but it has limitations too. I enjoy it to the extent that I feel invested and involved in a place. I need to be anchored into my environment to feel at peace and unified with it. Community and connection are as important in this context as any other.

    Plus: I am tired of the pseudo-spiritual digital nomads that are all noise and little substance. They are not my people.

    All I have is questions and no answers at this point but it’s the discovery journey that I find brings the most unexpected solutions.

    What I do know is that all change in the universe is cyclical rather than linear as demonstrated by the highly scientific paradigm known as yin yang or polarity. Or ‘the medicine of opposites’ as I like to call it.

    Reinventing yourself is about how you carry yourself through a season of becoming while bridging the gap between fear and creating or doing what you’re called to.

    It is a balancing act between waiting to be shown and choosing your destination. And then finding the way there — weaving between working with energetics and taking action — to create the foundations and integrate with practical measures to witness the changes.

    If there’s one thing I know about reinvention, it’s this:

    Don’t rush life. Don’t chase superficial ideas of success over inner contentment and satisfaction. Don’t force yourself to do things for external validation. Too often people settle for things that don’t satisfy their wants and needs. Stop looking for the next new thing. Let the things meant for you find you. Your soul already knows and will guide you on your path if you get out of your way.

    When I began ruminating more deeply on ‘what is next?’ during a long walk in the woods this weekend I decided to share a little piece of those thoughts on Instagram. The conversations that ensured — the most potent parts of which I shared and saved in the highlights under ‘crossroads’ — were astounding. So many women are struggling.

    This world was not made for us. Or we were not made for this world.

    We don’t live life in a straight line.

    Life is a spiral: a series of cycles through which we are learning and growing.

    Renew is a practical insight offering practices and ways to navigate this cycle. A 5-part digital video and audio program that takes you through the renewal cycle. A gift for paid Substack subscribers.

    There are 5 phases to the renewal cycle.

    1. FLOW
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    The past few years have left an after-shock reverberating through us. The stress of not knowing what was happening and nothing making sense left most of us reeling and grappling for new coping habits.

    Now, at times we feel vulnerable, unsteady, stripped of our prior confidence and bravado. Not only in ourselves but in the world we live in. And yet… we know…

    It’s time.

    For a reset… to reinvent ourselves and our approach.

    We have an opportunity to recreate ourselves and our lives based on a whole new set of rules and values. We’ve grown matured, wisened, become more compassionate, de-armoured, sat with our trauma and felt it all so deeply.

    Renew is about becoming radically aligned with what gives you pleasure and makes you come alive in your life and the world. It is the process of teasing out what is most important for you.

    Download it here.

    Enjoy!

  • do you need that?

    There are 7 billion people on planet Earth. Seven billion ways to enjoy each other, to connect to spirit, to see colours, to succeed in life, to be happy.

    13 years ago, I went to India by myself, for the very first time.

    I packed a bag, filled it with what I thought I needed most: clothes, shoes, a couple of books, a notepad and journal, and my laptop, kissed my boyfriend goodbye and boarded a 9-hour flight to Delhi.

    I started in Goa — to soften the culture shock — where I spent three weeks acclimating, naval gazing and pondering the life I had lived so far.

    Then I wandered around the steaming backwaters of Kerala, climbed the tea plantations in Tamil Nadu, sat in meditation on the ancient ruins of Hampi (still one of my most precious memories of my entire life) in Karnataka, and did a 10-day silent retreat.

    Two months passed.

    Every day, I carried my bag of things from train to bus to hotel to yard to street to car etc. Across those two months, I noticed something unexpected.

    I did not use most of the things I thought I would need.

    Then I spent a week with two sisters who were famous wedding dress designers in Delhi. They let me stay in their apartment in a gated community and showed me India from their perspective. The world has as many faces as it has people.

    There are 7 billion people on planet Earth. Seven billion ways to live, to love, to work, to create, to exist.

    I asked them if I could leave the bag I was travelling with, with them, and they generously agreed. I wanted to try an experiment. I went through my things and with each item, I asked myself…

    Do I need that?

    I ended up with a large handpainted sheet and a light sarong I had bought from a street seller, a cashmere blanket shawl, a handful of cosmetics: toothbrush and paste, a mini shampoo and conditioner in one, a face oil, some coconut oil for dry skin, a kohl pencil and mascara I had bought in a tiny shop crammed with too many things. Plus the five outfits I was wearing on repeat, seven knickers and a couple of bras, one pair of shoes, one book, my journal and a pen.

    No phone.

    Back then Nokia phones were still the mainstay and I had unintentionally left mine at the Vipassana centre in an ethereal trance after calling my boyfriend to tell him I no longer wanted to be together.

    Everything fitted into a school backpack I had picked up at a market a few days ago.

    I kept a small woven handbag with my purse, water bottle and snacks to the side.

    On the day I left for Rishikesh, I lifted my much smaller bag on my back, feeling light and unencumbered and said goodbye to the sisters.

    For the next two months, I travelled north India with only those things.

    They were the happiest two months of my life.

    I had everything.
    I needed nothing.
    There was no fear of loss because I had nothing to lose.

    Whenever I am unhappy now, I ask myself…

    Do I need that?

    And let go of anything excess.

    I also ask myself…

    Do I have to?
    Is it actually true?
    Could there be another way?
    What would happen if I just… stopped?

    And act on the answers to shift my trajectory back to happiness.

    There are 7 billion people on planet Earth. Seven billion ways to enjoy each other, to connect to spirit, to see colours, to succeed in life, to be happy.

    The key, I think, is to keep asking these kinds of questions.

    To stay awake and curious, not complacent. It’s so easy to get lulled into the undertow of “what everybody else is doing.” (And what everybody else is “feeling” and “insisting” and “offering” and “saying.”)

    What about you?

    Is it true?
    Do you have to?
    Do you need that?
    Could there be another way?

    There usually is, if we open our eyes and minds to the possibility.

    There are 7 billion people on planet Earth. Seven billion ways to make money, to root yourself in nature, to move your body, to receive love, to market yourself, to be.

    You get to choose how you do it. And maybe show others the options they have for themselves.

    Love,

    Vienda

     

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    P.P.S. A reminder:

    For all of us, our life is rooted in the principle that whatever hurts other people hurts us; that injustices experienced by others are also injustices experienced by us.

    None of us can truly be free and fulfilled unless we work toward the goal of ensuring everyone is free and fulfilled.

    These are not vague abstract ideals. They’re the central source of our soul’s code and how we organise our beliefs, emotions, and actions.

  • the medicine of opposites

    When we don’t have enough money, enough love, enough joy or pleasure… when our core needs are out of balance, what do we do?

    I spend a lot of time looking for ways to bring harmony and balance into my life. I can hold a greater capacity for more, bigger, beautiful, evolving and confronting experiences because I reach for the medicine of opposites.

    It’s a concept that originates in both Ayurveda, the principle that “everything can be medicine” and Traditional Chinese Medicine, the basic idea of the ‘yin- yang theory’.

    Ayurveda recognises that our daily choices and lifestyle habits have the potential to influence our overall balance and promote homeostasis. Like increases like, and opposites cancel each other out. It is natural to warm ourselves when it is cold, to moisturise our skin when it is dry, to eat cooling foods when we are hot, and to need more rest when we are stressed.

    TCM nods to the two natural, complementary and contradictory forces in our universe, the principle of opposite polarity and duality. The meaning of yin and yang is that the universe is governed by a cosmic duality, and sets off two opposing and complementing principles or cosmic energies that can be observed in nature. Yin and yang elements come in pairs. The moon and the sun, female and male, dark and bright, cold and hot, passive and active, and so on. It is believed that to be healthy, one needs to balance the yin and yang forces within one’s own body.

    This is not only true for our bodies.

    It’s true for our minds, thoughts and as a result life experiences as well.

    At its very core the medicine of opposites states that all is energy and all energy needs to be in balance to achieve well-being. The theory is all-inclusive, intuitive and seated in your own inner knowing.

    Everything has inherent qualities of polarity in its energy.

    The magnificent miracle of life is that we are essentially tiny oceans bound by skin somehow walking around having conversations, inventing smartphones, writing on the internet, reading memes and spending far too long watching cats do weird stuff.

    The water in our bodies is balanced out by the hardness of our bones. That’s the medicine of opposites at work. Otherwise, we would be highly sophisticated slugs.

    This medicine of opposites plays out in every sphere of life. We are living in a world of interdependence.

    Applying the medicine of opposites to our challenges, how do we intentionally harness this cosmic principle to bring about positive changes and in essence, more harmony in our lives?

    When we don’t have enough money, enough love, enough joy or pleasure, a sense of direction, stable health and wellness, a life that we adore, the perception of belonging, feeling connected to something larger than us… when our core needs are out of balance, how do we find that balance again?

    We do the opposite.

    — When there’s something we want to avoid, we lean into it.

    — When we feel financial lack, we seek abundance in our lives.

    — When our intuition has abandoned us, we repair our connection with it.

    — When we want more of something, we find out where it already exists.

    — When creatively stuck, we don’t give up, we summon our inner muse.

    — When life feels like it’s ending, we recognise the cyclical nature of it.

    I teach the concept and application of the medicine of opposites in my work. It’s the primary principle of my approach in life. Life topics covering: money, creativity, intuition, manifesting, starting life all over again (renewal), and running a heart-led online business…

  • moving and changing places

    I often receive questions about how I process and deal with a lot of moving and changing places. About how I do it with a cat in tow, how I navigate loneliness, what I do with my things, and more…

    As I begin this article I am sitting in a London-esque retro-replica cafe in Margate beside a row of freelancers tapping away on their keyboards to the left of me and mums with their toddlers to the right of me.

    Six days ago, never having been here before, I drove the two-and-a-half hours from Islington in central London to this coastline lapped up by the North Sea. It holds remanets of Viking violence, poverty and fear.

    I won’t stay long because the energy is too murky for me. Every morning I wake up here I find myself completely spaced out and like I am moving through an underwater world. It’s the most geographically, architecturally and energetically disjointed place I’ve ever been to.

    Yesterday on a walk it occurred to me that my body keeps trying to dissociate to avoid feeling the dense pain and suffering that has been imbued into this area over centuries.

    So I focus on what’s beautiful here.

    The wild beaches, the unexpected late summer heatwave, the occasional spontaneous free sauna by the sea, the tiny details that offer beauty.

    Some places are for me. Some places are not. I can never know until I’ve spent time in them.

    It’s all part of the current journey of discovery I am on to find the ‘perfect’ place to base myself for the next few years here in the UK.

    This journey has taken me from Mallorca in late May to a month in Nottinghamshire (not for me!), a month in Ely (adored it but maybe a bit quiet in the winter?), a month in central London (I will always and forever adore London but city life is not the season I’m in right now) to here, on the south-east coast.

    So I am looking for the next place and referring to my astrocartography for guidance. Ideally, I want to be between the blue line on the left and the red line on the right.

    I often receive questions about how I process and deal with a lot of moving and changing places. I have curated those questions into the following to answer them.

     

    How do you root yourself and deal with the fear of uncertainty?

    I have come to the conclusion that life is uncertain. And so, instead of resisting uncertainty, I’ve learned to embrace it. The more I lean into uncertainty — the more I give up my need to ‘know’ — the more opportunities, gifts, and unexpected solutions are revealed to me. Ultimately, giving up on feeling in control, offers me an abundance of life experiences that are far richer and more aligned than I would otherwise be met with.

    Having said that, I have spent 20 years cultivating practices that allow me to remain centred and secure or ‘rooted’ as the question poses. They include practising trust and relaxing into what is, getting plenty of rest, and knowing and honouring my boundaries. A non-negotiable is listening to the cues from the intelligence of my body and following them, no matter what. I don’t care much for others’ expectations of me. This allows me to make choices that are honest and in integrity with myself and my truth. Living like this means I never waver or am affected by the external. I’m strongly anchored deep within my being which remains a consistent and safe space.

    You might enjoy reading my 6 tips for dealing with uncertainty and this article about navigating uncertainty: so much can change in 20 seconds.

     

    How do you bring your nervous system to a place of arrival and security with frequent moves?

    I have little rituals that I begin and end my days with which means that my nervous system is harboured by the external changes within a container of familiarity. They are very simple, nothing exuberant or fancy but because I have done them for years and years they immediately make me feel safe.

    In the morning it’s:

    • meditate / feel into my body / listen while still in bed
    • take my retainers out (I wear one at night to keep my teeth from crowding) and wash them
    • wash my face with cold water
    • scrape my tongue with a copper ayurvedic tongue scraper
    • spray my face with lavender hydrosol
    • make a warm drink, often lemon water, lately red ginseng tea
    • roll out my mat to do some stretches/intuitive movement/dance

     

    In the evening it’s kind of the reverse:

    • wash my face and brush my teeth if I haven’t already
    • sometimes I give myself a face massage
    • simple skincare routine (lately: lavender hydrosol, FADED by Topicals, Heritage Store Rosewater Moisturiser)
    • get into bed, journal and review the day
    • write a ‘to-do’ list for the next day
    • feel into my body and notice anything that wants to be witnessed and felt before I go to sleep

    Having said that, I’m not militant about these. I am not militant about anything but I naturally gravitate back to them which makes me feel really good and grounded.

    I write more about these in my love list.

     

    What makes you feel at home in new places?

    I go and explore the nearby surroundings to get a lie of the land very quickly. It’s like I need to feel out my new environment to settle in and feel at home in the new place. I like to know where the closest nature is, where I can go for walks, cute cafes I can work in and the easiest place for me to get fresh produce and groceries. I’m a natural explorer so this part of ‘settling in’ is really fun for me. I love discovering new places and meeting new people.

     

    How do you process and handle the transitions of moving frequently without it feeling heard or heavy?

    It’s very much about mindset for me. I have chosen this way of life for this season of my life and so I choose it to be a joyful, playful, inquisitive and easeful experience for me. If I decided it felt too heavy or hard, I would stop. Every day we get to make a choice about how we live and perceive our lives. Every day I choose what feels fun, freeing and expansive for me.

     

    Do you ever worry about not having a safe, quiet space for the days that you need to retreat and rest?

    I am really sensitive to my environment and feel incredibly uncomfortable in spaces that don’t meet a standard of peace, beauty and calm so I intentionally choose and put out to the universe my standard of living. Therefore I am fortunate enough to always land in places to meet that. If I didn’t, I would very quickly make a new decision. For example, here in Margate, the apartment I am in is a delight and I feel so safe and peaceful and sleep so soundly, but the area itself is not a good fit so I am choosing to leave sooner rather than later.

     

    Do you have storage somewhere for furniture and winter clothes?

    Nope! I left a lot of things behind in Mallorca and am currently moving with everything I own: a big bag of winter clothes, a big bag of summer/transitional clothes, my toiletries, my cat and his backpack and litter tray, a 150-year-old morrocan rug that I can’t seem to let go of and 7 baskets filled with shoes and trinkets from my travels.

     

    How do you deal with your books? I find it hard to reduce my collection!

    I’ve stopped collecting books. I gave most of my recent collection away, and have 5 that I hold close with me and the rest I read and then pass along as I go. Once you let go of things you begin to realise how little you actually need.

     

    How do you manage loneliness and transient connections?

    This reminds me of the opening line of a poem by Brian Chalker. “People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.” I truly believe that the relationships that are meant to stick, will. And the ones that aren’t, don’t. So I don’t worry about transient connections because on some level they’re all transitory.

    I have meaningful, intimate relationships with people that span across time and space in the strangest ways, and I am so grateful for every one of them. Some of them are with people I have only met for 5 minutes or a few hours or a couple of days. We leave each other long voice notes and share pieces of our hearts in unexpected moments. Some of them are with people I have shared large potions of places and times with. Any many of them we connect for the moments that we are in each other’s lives and then we let each other go. I find that some of the more toxic relationships are the ones that have lasted a long time based on mutual expectation and fear instead of being grounded in open-hearted integrity.

    That doesn’t mean I don’t get lonely. I do.

    But I have been far lonelier in a group of people that I felt disconnected from than alone, on my own.

    And because of that I have learned how to seek out my people and have discernment around who I spend time with.

     

    How do you build community and new friends in new places?

    I heavily rely on connections I have already made and ask them to connect me with others as well as happily and willingly go to events and have experiences that are new to me where I meet new people. I’m fortunate in that I have a worldwide community from travelling all of my life, plus the addition of having an online business that connects me to people everywhere I go which I think makes this piece easier.

    I speak to this question in my article 4 tips on how to find your people when you move to a new place and in this podcast interview and this one too.

     

    How do you keep living, like meeting new people, joining classes, etc., when you know you’re not going to stay?

    How does ‘not staying’ stop you from living and doing new things? For me, it encourages me to do so because otherwise, I would be floating about the world with nothing and no one to tether my experiences and existence to.

     

    You inspire me so much moving with your cat, Danger Zone! How do you manage to do it with such ease?

    It may look easy from the outside but I get a little bit stressed and anxious each time I move with him. He is such an angel of a being, he just accepts everything as it is. He’s such a teacher for me. Fortunately, unlike most cats, he is oriented to being close and connected to me as opposed to his environment, so as long as he gets all the affection and care he needs from me, he settles into every new place just fine. Together we have travelled through and lived in 6 countries now including lots of hotel stays (we lived in a 5-star hotel together for s month once!) aeroplanes, trains and cars.

  • everything I know about how to write…

    I learned from other writers and from writing for hundreds of hours. Here are 10 tips that have helped me become a better writer.

    I don’t know what I think until I write it down. — Joan Didion

    When I first read those words I finally understood why I write. It gives me pause. I need to be a witness to my life, my feelings and my processes. Unlike some, who move through life with a continuous external monologue, I internalise everything and have to allow it to move through my body, to my mind and then out of my fingers to make sense of it.

    At first, I only ever wrote for myself. Notebooks of blank pages that became illustrated by the stories, musings, heartbreaks, growth and challenges of my life.

    When I started travelling in my early 20s, before social media, I had a Hotmail email account and would collect email addresses from the people I connected with, sharing musings through the lens of my perspective in a group email to all my contacts every month.

    It was like the original Substack or newsletter.

    One day a man I had met on one of my trips to India who read those emails told me I should start a blog, an idea I resisted, at first, but then embraced. It was 2012 and what else was there to do on the internet?!

    At first, those articles were rough broad strokes of bland writing but with experimentation and practice, I slowly started to find a way to tell my stories.

    Here are 10 tips I have learned from prolific writers about writing.

    1. When you write, write to ONE person. Remember that on the other side of every screen, article, email, social media post or book, is just ONE person. Decide who they are, and write to them. I like to imagine I am writing to a close friend. Someone who knows me, that I can trust, and feel safe to be vulnerable and honest with. Because that’s what I want that ONE person on the other side of my writing to feel. That person is YOU.
    2. Be as micro-oriented and detailed as possible. Notice the difference between: ‘It is raining.’ and ‘The soggy smell of fresh rain on a warm summer evening is drifting up into the second-story window as I lay on my bed typing these words.’
    3. Brevity is beautiful. This means say as much as you can with the least amount of words and keep sentences radically simple. I often go back through my writing before I press send or publish and take out as much as I can, simplify as much as I can, with my focus on the message being potent and emotive.
    4. Start at the beginning, write what happened, what it looked like, how it felt, and keep going until you get to the end. Then go back and edit it for flow and fluency.
    5. Remember that the entire world hinges on storytelling. Don’t tell people what they should or shouldn’t do. Don’t explain your points. Tell your stories and allow those stories to speak for themselves. Your reader will take exactly what they need from that.
    6. Write often and write in various formats. I write every day. I journal for myself. I write business emails. I write poems. I write single-sentence prose saved in the notes app on my phone. I write idea lists. I write articles. I write stories. I write newsletters. Writing lends itself to more writing. If you want to write, write.
    7. Read. Read whatever you feel drawn to. Read whatever you enjoy reading. Not only will it expand your vocabulary and grammar but it will give you different perspectives on how to write. Some of my favourite examples of very different styles of writing that inspire me are ‘Circe’ by Madeleine Miller, ‘The Chronology of Water’ by Lidia Yuknavitch, and ‘Sand Talk: How Indigenous Thinking Can Save the World’ by Tyson Yunkaporta.
    8. Your life, your experiences and your unique perspective are fascinating. Don’t withhold that from the world. If there is something inside you that compels you to write, please, write. For all of us. Even if we never get to read it. Having your words drift into the ether of our cosmic universe is a gift in itself.
    9. There are no rules. You get to write in the way, the length, the prose, the rhythm and the style that feels most you, to you. That’s what is going to bring your gifts out of you. Just write in the way that it pours through you.
    10. You will not always love your writing. Keep writing anyway.

     

    Here are some of my best reading recommendations:

    — 5 fiction books that changed me

    — my summer 2021 ‘best of’ reading list

    — 9 books I read (+ loved) during lockdown

    — 8 ridiculously awesome + useful books + resources you will love

    — 5 latest books that have made me feel empowered, alive and vibrant

    Enjoy!

  • I need to remember what I am.

    It’s been two months since I left the tiny bubble of Mallorca and tore open my life for anything conceivable to enter. In that time a lot has happened.

    I woke up rolling amongst sheets and pillows this morning, my cat stretched out against my back in his feline slumber, a cool summer humidity hanging in the air. Last night I had promised myself to take an early morning walk around the village I call home for the last few days so I step out onto the aged hardwood floor and softly pad barefoot down into the kitchen to make warm lemon water, refill the cat bowl with food and open the back door to the garden.

    A whoosh of fresh sticky air from a night of opaque rain infuses the room as I fill the kettle with just enough water for my drink — a supposed energy-saving trick a friend of mine had shown me — and pour some filtered water and then hand-squeeze half a lemon into my thermos mug while I wait to fill the rest with hot water.

    Back upstairs with my mug, I wash my face and spray it with lavender hydrosol. The only thing that keeps my sensitive skin from flaring up in protest against the constant climate changes I render it to. A light cover of bb cream, mascara and blush later I continue sipping on my morning lemon concoction as I shimmy into an old pair of Levi’s that have been worn too loose from wearing and a soft grey men’s sweater and pick up my phone to go back downstairs to slip on brown loafers, pick up my basket with purse and keys waiting inside, coax my cat back in before locking the back door and depart from the front.

    It is a grey July day. Not so much summer as I know it but I appreciate the rainforest vibes of this green British isle while the world is burning in other parts.

    Morning walks before the world is fully alive bring about a different kind of peace. Ones that make my thoughts feel clearer and more certain than at other times.

    As I walk I remember the panic attack I had on the northern line tube in London this day a week ago.

    As soon as I stepped into that car I felt it. It was hot, the air stale and stifling. I could not, did not want to, breathe it in. The people around us, big and filling up all the space. My companion watches me freeze and recoil at my environment, panicked and unable to move or communicate. He asks me if I want to get off and I say “No, I just want to get there,” as I gasp for small pockets of air wishing I could hold my breath until I can come back up from underground. At our station, I rush out through the barriers focused on the open space and trees outside and cross the road without looking back. Finally free, I immediately burst into big, heavy, body-shaking sobs.

    Removed from the intensity of that moment on my walk I notice how sensitive my body is to subtle emotional changes and thoughts as they stream through my subconscious.

    On the surface level, my response was simply a small moment of claustrophobia, enhanced by the heat and crowds and the very strong coffee I had had earlier adding a backdrop of anxiety to my day. Deeper, it was a cosmic blend of fear, feeling out of control, overwhelm and grief bubbling over from within me that I could no longer hold in.

    It’s been two months since I left the tiny bubble of Mallorca and tore open my life for anything conceivable to enter. In that time a lot has happened.

    I have moved twice and am about to move a third time, my cat in tow. I met someone and am slowly falling in love. He has asked me to move to Bangkok with him on account of his work. Which I am willing to do. And with that, I am grieving: a) the end of a life that was entirely my own for the past few years; b) having to relocate my cat with a friend for some time and being parted from him; and c) feeling a lot of fear and loss of control because it’s all happened so fast. Meanwhile, continuing my work with private clients, my 4-week writing course, and my annual mentor training that is opening again for enrolments in September. It’s a lot.

    I stop to pick up a flat white and flirt with the cute barista at my favourite coffee shop, and then walk through town to pick up raspberries, strawberries and cherries at the market stall before heading down to the river.

    Change always takes a toll and I have a lot to integrate.

    Two people choosing to merge their lives to run parallel to each other is imperfect and messy. Each has their own set of habits and coping mechanisms. When emotions run high our uglier parts are revealed and it takes tremendous courage, compassion, respect and patience to hold space for one another. Relationships are enriching and challenging.

    I walk past the narrow boats and then take a sharp right up the hill back to the cathedral that dates back to 600 A.D. and a gothic time of medieval mystery.

    I know everything will turn out exactly as it must. I need to get out of my way and let go of the illusionary notion that I am in any way in control. I need to breathe space and trust into what is happening and remember that I asked for all of this in my dreams and prayers. I need to remember what I am.

    The universe expressing itself through the kismet life form that I am.