Train to Nowhere

Train to Nowhere

Life has felt full and fast these last two weeks, and I’ve missed the spaces in between. Without the spaces, I lose the sense of who I am and what I want; I become reactive, not centred and intentional. It’s not been bad or difficult stuff I’ve been dealing with...
The Ground Beneath my Feet

The Ground Beneath my Feet

When all seems madness, and the pace is too fast; the noise in my head too loud and too shrill; the tight flutter in my chest caught from anxiety in the air – it’s time to breathe, deep and slow… Feel the air in my nose, the life in my veins. Feel...
Can the Fantasy be Reality?

Can the Fantasy be Reality?

I have this fantasy. The fantasy is of the ‘ideal’ me. I see her in my mind so clearly: This is the Rachel who wakes early each morning with a smile and a stretch, drinks lemon water, then effortlessly performs 20 minute of Yoga. This Rachel meditates; she...
Choosing a gentler way

Choosing a gentler way

“Gentle” seems to be my chosen word just now, a little mantra to anchor me back to what’s true. Maybe it’s the mellowness of Autumn; maybe it’s because I feel a little fragile as I transition to my 50’s and adjust to my eldest...
Woken by the Wave

Woken by the Wave

I was awoken by the wave, which dredged me up from the depths of my dreams and cast me gasping and thrashing on the shore of consciousness. Like a fever, the heat pulsed through my body as I threw off the covers, pleading with the remnants of sleep. Despite the...