As I sit amongst a pile of text books including Business ethics, Womens American History, Geology and pregnancy massage, I was deeply reminded this week of the need to listen and just to be quiet for awhile. Remind myself how much my life changes and moves and develops into wonderful things.
I have been studying massage now for coming up to 3 months. In the process of learning we get so caught up on what is the right and wrong way of doing things. The rules and the studying is endless. Life and school has so many rules, often many I find challenging and heart breaking. But through my massage practice this week I was reminded that doing things right does not always mean playing by the rules, doing what you are taught. Sometimes doing something with your heart and your felt sense is enough to touch someone profoundly. Through these wonderful connections I have found through my massage practice and life, I have found a way to connect with myself and with others in a way that can not be described in words. I have found myself in a place where my friends do not always represent what you would expect but it is something inside of them that deeply moves me.
If there is one thing I would like to remember forever from this week it is this quote from a wonderful lady, Susan Piver
"My dear friends: Please know that I wish for you only peace,joy and love. But it is impossible to avoid the sorrows of being human, and actually if it were, we would cease to be human. At the core of anger is great vitality. At the heart of sorrow is love. Underneath fear is sadness, which is soft and workable. When you turn toward anger, sorrow, and fear: in some way you are gaining access to vitality, love and great tenderness. You can not separate them. It would be a very small being indeed who could tolerate only so-called positive feelings. You are capable of a vast range of emotion and connecting with this storehouse also connects you to poetry, passion, and your own utter brand of brilliance!
Tuesday 11 November 2014
Thursday 2 May 2013
Austin, TX
'Isn't it funny how the person you think you are, compares to the person you actually are.'
My therapist, to me on our last session.
One year later and many dreams, arguments, holidays, tears, soul searching and more money than I even knew existed, I am following my heart and my boyfriends rationale questioning and moving to Austin, TX. I am also going back to uni (St Edwards) and trying to find somewhere to call home. 5 years ago I would NEVER have been brave enough to do something like this. I always used to think 'I can't. But 'I can't' can get you out of pretty much anything, I CAN seems pretty scary sometimes but the thing is I actually can...as Sun Tzu said;
'Can you imagine what I would do if I could do all I can?'
Everyone seems to want to know how I feel about moving to Austin, am I scared, happy, excited, worried, stressed, terrified, elated, busy? Well so lets just set the record straight. I am all of the above and more and well am OK with that. Its just life.
Apart from the obvious reason of moving to the States as my boyfriend is from there, there are many other reasons for us to move and in my opinion many reasons to move to Austin. Most of the time people have quite a few assumptions about Texas which are less than positive so I thought I would give a few of my own favourite reasons on why I moving to Austin seems like a great idea! (from a British/South African perspective).
1. Cost of living. For our Brixton apartment ( which is not too close to the station) we pay £1200 a month. In Austin you can a central HOUSE for about 1,600USD with two bedrooms, a garden uhm sorry a yard...., and the likeliness of it looking something like this is quite high...What I like to call a 'mini ranch' although I am sure in England we would call it a bungalow...ANYWAY
See that thing out the front of the house? yes my friends, its a porch/stoep. Can you sit on a bench with your dog ( there will be dogs) and read a book? (Yes John, and drink beer, an IPA please) Yes of course you can. See those green things? Yes London people that is a whole lot of trees! Lots and lots of trees.
2. Austin appears to have a lot of yoga and they appear to love it. For such a 'smallish' city ( in comparison to London) they have a lot of yoga studios. Love it when for those couple weeks a year we get yoga in the park? Well in Austin we have the weather too. This place should do the trick...
http://www.yogayoga.com/
3. Austin is HOT, not always a good kinda hot it appears but real hot. Are we worried? not really. How will be survive? We will swim of course! Do we need to go to the gym or the local lido ( the 'lido' might I add is free and saltwater)? Well you could but you could also go here.... Do you get hot and sweaty on the underground on the way there? No...there is no train...Is John going to get a motorbike instead? Yes of course...
Yes this is actually in the city. Barton Springs is a man made swimming pool which is sourced by the fourth largest natural Spring in Texas. Maybe just pop over to JuiceLand...buy a Secret Lover (strawberry • cherry • banana • durian • mac nuts • cacao nibs • date • goji • vanilla • aphrodisiac blend (maca • cacao • mucuna • reishi • tribulus • yohimbe • ho shou wu • damiana • st. john’s wort • cordyceps • ginko • amla • salt) smoothie......
and walk down the banks and see the turtles....
What about the yoga though?! I thought you said we were doing yoga....?
http://www.sayomsouthaustin.com/say-om-paddle-yoga.html Don't worry you can do that on the lake too.
Need a quick vegan snack?
http://consciouscravingsaustin.com/
Yes its true I am excited about vegan food, even just vegetarian food, they have a lot of that in Austin..
4. You know that shop Whole Foods..? You have Austin to thank for that.
I am not expert on Austin living, and for all I know I could get over there and hate it, ( I doubt it).
Austin is no beach paradise, but if you think Cape Town is great well Austin is definately giving it a run for its money...
I will miss my family and friends greatly. But as my Aunt says, what the heck, the odds for happiness tip in the other direction!
“You lose your grip……….and then you slip………..into the masterpiece” Leonard Cohen
To my beloved boyfriend and the new brave version of me, here is to making our masterpiece.
xxxxx
Watch this space.....
Or just watch this....Come visit me in 'Bat City'
Be inspired,
LB xx
My therapist, to me on our last session.
One year later and many dreams, arguments, holidays, tears, soul searching and more money than I even knew existed, I am following my heart and my boyfriends rationale questioning and moving to Austin, TX. I am also going back to uni (St Edwards) and trying to find somewhere to call home. 5 years ago I would NEVER have been brave enough to do something like this. I always used to think 'I can't. But 'I can't' can get you out of pretty much anything, I CAN seems pretty scary sometimes but the thing is I actually can...as Sun Tzu said;
'Can you imagine what I would do if I could do all I can?'
Everyone seems to want to know how I feel about moving to Austin, am I scared, happy, excited, worried, stressed, terrified, elated, busy? Well so lets just set the record straight. I am all of the above and more and well am OK with that. Its just life.
Apart from the obvious reason of moving to the States as my boyfriend is from there, there are many other reasons for us to move and in my opinion many reasons to move to Austin. Most of the time people have quite a few assumptions about Texas which are less than positive so I thought I would give a few of my own favourite reasons on why I moving to Austin seems like a great idea! (from a British/South African perspective).
1. Cost of living. For our Brixton apartment ( which is not too close to the station) we pay £1200 a month. In Austin you can a central HOUSE for about 1,600USD with two bedrooms, a garden uhm sorry a yard...., and the likeliness of it looking something like this is quite high...What I like to call a 'mini ranch' although I am sure in England we would call it a bungalow...ANYWAY
2. Austin appears to have a lot of yoga and they appear to love it. For such a 'smallish' city ( in comparison to London) they have a lot of yoga studios. Love it when for those couple weeks a year we get yoga in the park? Well in Austin we have the weather too. This place should do the trick...
http://www.yogayoga.com/
3. Austin is HOT, not always a good kinda hot it appears but real hot. Are we worried? not really. How will be survive? We will swim of course! Do we need to go to the gym or the local lido ( the 'lido' might I add is free and saltwater)? Well you could but you could also go here.... Do you get hot and sweaty on the underground on the way there? No...there is no train...Is John going to get a motorbike instead? Yes of course...
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| BARTON SPRINGS... |
and walk down the banks and see the turtles....
What about the yoga though?! I thought you said we were doing yoga....?
http://www.sayomsouthaustin.com/say-om-paddle-yoga.html Don't worry you can do that on the lake too.
Need a quick vegan snack?
http://consciouscravingsaustin.com/
Yes its true I am excited about vegan food, even just vegetarian food, they have a lot of that in Austin..
4. You know that shop Whole Foods..? You have Austin to thank for that.
I am not expert on Austin living, and for all I know I could get over there and hate it, ( I doubt it).
Austin is no beach paradise, but if you think Cape Town is great well Austin is definately giving it a run for its money...
I will miss my family and friends greatly. But as my Aunt says, what the heck, the odds for happiness tip in the other direction!
“You lose your grip……….and then you slip………..into the masterpiece” Leonard Cohen
To my beloved boyfriend and the new brave version of me, here is to making our masterpiece.
xxxxx
Watch this space.....
Or just watch this....Come visit me in 'Bat City'
Be inspired,
LB xx
Tuesday 30 October 2012
Quiet nights and dreaming
Boulder, Colorado...
I am trying to figure out what exactly I would like to say
about Boulder.
Boulder has the kind of charm you can’t capture in a photo
(trust me I have tried) and can’t be put into a funny story.
Life in Boulder is just relaxed. Its quiet, its sunny, and
it may sound funny but it gives of energy of joyfulness.
There is no need to lock the doors, no need to lock your car
and everywhere you go people are friendly and just relaxed. There are a lot of
athletes going around on there bikes and running. I’m the odd one out not
having a dog.
There is a creek that runs all the way through the centre of town (with a separate cycle path obviously) right up into the canyon as far as you are willing or able to go, grab a Boulder chai tea (best chai tea I ever had) and pack a sarnie and you will be amazed! You might even see the wild prairie dogs!
I attended a weekend at Naropa University in Buddhist
meditation and the happiness in a still, kind, sweet, and sane way was
infectious, no one ever appeared to be thinking or doing a thousand things at
once, everything was far more gentle and clear. It was like no college I have
attended in the UK and much to my delight unlike my studies in the UK the
balance of men and women was great. The male intelligence and logic is
something that I always value in my studies (as its so different to mine!)
I have never been able to sleep so well, dream so well and
rest so well and after the somewhat embarrassing amount of altitude induced
nose bleeds have worn off and I feel a little less like I am living in an
aeroplane, Boulder is starting to grow on me!
And the fresh air is like no other place I have ever been! Boulder may
not have much in the way of culture diversity, or liveliness of other places,
but it has calm, it has peace and it has mountains and that’s wonderful in its
own way.
From a very relaxed and rested me,
Be Inspired,
LB xx
Monday 29 October 2012
Nederland, Colorado
Whilst in Boulder, Colorado (which I appreciate I have been very quiet
about) I attended a Buddhist Meditation course and met a lovely lady who very
kindly offered to drive me up into the Rockies to where she lives in a old
mining town (tungsten) called Nederland (Ned to the locals), so how could I
refuse. It went a bit like this...
The old bookstore, and now my friend’s wonderful Mountain home. The outside of the build is made of tin. Unfortunately due to all the new healthy and safety regulations the bookstore is no longer open but the books are still great!
In Ned there is no rubbish or recycling collection so you need to take it yourself to the local depot. This can either be done by car or our way of choice, 40 mins by backpack and foot through the forests, tracking the elk and rabbit foot prints on our way (we didn’t see any this time!)
It looked a bit like this....
Sadly due to the economic crisis a lot of the businesses are been
sold and been replaced with hotels and kwikmarts, however this used to be the
local pottery studio, Magnolia Pottery, the lady who ran it has passed away,
but her husband apparently comes back to look after the property.
This would have been my favourite place.
Buffalo Bill's Coffee (although now days they have a liquor licence too)
So inviting....
but mine was a flying pig....
Nederland is not only infamous for their wonderful carousel but also for the music scene.
The Caribou Ranch which is just on the outskirts of Ned, (on the way to the now, ghost town of Caribou) is famous recording studio which recorded albums for the likes of Elton John, Michael Jackson, Frank Zappa, John Denver, Billy Joel...to name a few and this is where they would come to party at the Pioneer Inn Saloon. So I thought best to go for a beer!
Lets just say this really was a saloon! I met some more locals.
One guy offered me some recently hunted squirrel meat, (I never doubted the authenticity, apparently his son also hunted an elk with a bow and arrow) I politely refused along with the buffalo burgers...but the beer was good, apparently they didn’t take too well to the attempt of introducing a bit of reggae music, but I have no doubt that the Bluegrass music and the Mountain hip hop is that happens every night is well worth another trip!
Nothing was always that lovely though...
Being an old mining town during the 70's the town population boomed when a few hippies started coming to town. During that time there was only one police sheriff and on his death bed he confessed to along with some other locals killing some of the hippies and dumping them down the old mining shafts.
So just when you thought WOW this town cant get anymore interesting... well
this little building here hold a dead frozen guy (don’t worry he has now been
moved to a smarter facility nearby)
Frozen Dead Guy was originally from Norway and his son moved him to Nederland (post freezing).
Frozen Dead Guy now has his own musical festival in Ned which is apparently pretty great and you can see Frozen Dead Guy been paraded around town... So if you are interested... http://frozendeadguydays.org/
Whilst waiting for the bus, the only bus, back into Boulder we met a man from Midland Texas, who had come to Nederland, as it was the home of the lead singer of Clear Water Revival, he said he had come to work the day at the ski resort but hadn’t quite made it.
He was however familiar with the local pub and had a clearly quite badly swollen bleeding lip...I later over heard him on the bus telling some local boys from Ned that he was staying in a homeless shelter but actually in Europe they call them hostels, and so he prefers that. They reassured him that nobody in Ned is homeless; you might not have a home per-se but that Ned will be your home. I had to stop listening when they started to discuss hurricane Sandy and how this may be connected to the wrath of God.
Thank you Belinda and Stevyn!
Be inspired,
LB xx
The old bookstore, and now my friend’s wonderful Mountain home. The outside of the build is made of tin. Unfortunately due to all the new healthy and safety regulations the bookstore is no longer open but the books are still great!
In Ned there is no rubbish or recycling collection so you need to take it yourself to the local depot. This can either be done by car or our way of choice, 40 mins by backpack and foot through the forests, tracking the elk and rabbit foot prints on our way (we didn’t see any this time!)
It looked a bit like this....
This would have been my favourite place.
Buffalo Bill's Coffee (although now days they have a liquor licence too)
SO in the town of Ned they have a carousel. Its not just ANY carousel, hand built in Nederland it is the one and only ' Carousel of Happiness' and for 1 dollar, you can be happy too! The animals have been dressed up for Halloween...
So inviting....
but mine was a flying pig....
Nederland is not only infamous for their wonderful carousel but also for the music scene.
The Caribou Ranch which is just on the outskirts of Ned, (on the way to the now, ghost town of Caribou) is famous recording studio which recorded albums for the likes of Elton John, Michael Jackson, Frank Zappa, John Denver, Billy Joel...to name a few and this is where they would come to party at the Pioneer Inn Saloon. So I thought best to go for a beer!
Lets just say this really was a saloon! I met some more locals.
One guy offered me some recently hunted squirrel meat, (I never doubted the authenticity, apparently his son also hunted an elk with a bow and arrow) I politely refused along with the buffalo burgers...but the beer was good, apparently they didn’t take too well to the attempt of introducing a bit of reggae music, but I have no doubt that the Bluegrass music and the Mountain hip hop is that happens every night is well worth another trip!
Nothing was always that lovely though...
Being an old mining town during the 70's the town population boomed when a few hippies started coming to town. During that time there was only one police sheriff and on his death bed he confessed to along with some other locals killing some of the hippies and dumping them down the old mining shafts.
Frozen Dead Guy was originally from Norway and his son moved him to Nederland (post freezing).
Frozen Dead Guy now has his own musical festival in Ned which is apparently pretty great and you can see Frozen Dead Guy been paraded around town... So if you are interested... http://frozendeadguydays.org/
Whilst waiting for the bus, the only bus, back into Boulder we met a man from Midland Texas, who had come to Nederland, as it was the home of the lead singer of Clear Water Revival, he said he had come to work the day at the ski resort but hadn’t quite made it.
He was however familiar with the local pub and had a clearly quite badly swollen bleeding lip...I later over heard him on the bus telling some local boys from Ned that he was staying in a homeless shelter but actually in Europe they call them hostels, and so he prefers that. They reassured him that nobody in Ned is homeless; you might not have a home per-se but that Ned will be your home. I had to stop listening when they started to discuss hurricane Sandy and how this may be connected to the wrath of God.
Thank you Belinda and Stevyn!
Be inspired,
LB xx
Thursday 25 October 2012
You can take a girl out of England but not away from her tea!
If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty. ~Japanese Proverb
Inside the Teahouse, there are 12 intricately carved cedar columns. These, were sent from Tajikistan with the original gift. No two columns are alike.'
Philly Guavas ...
So I am currently on my first flight to Philadelphia,
although apparently no one calls it that (according to the “I”, has anyone
heard of this paper?), I have to overcome my fear of sounding a bit to American
hip and called it Philly.
After getting my knickers in a twist this morning with the
idea that now suddenly because I have a boyfriend I am apparently unable to
deal with small tasks such as carrying my bag down the stairs at Brixton
station on my own, asking my boyfriend to abandon all work commitments to
accompany me (there is a lift and I always knew that but my some what ‘weird’
boyfriend seems to think the Brixton lift is a crack den?! I shared it myself
with an elderly businessman, I appreciate this could still involve crack, but
it didn’t). I have previously been far more interested in the idea of lone
travelling than having a travelling buddy, previously travelling across the US on
a train or around Europe with a tent, much to the shock of my parents, that a
girl from a private school in Berkshire could separate herself from her organic
muesli and honey. Strangely German beer was working well for me until I got
bronchitis and had to be escorted through Venice in a horse drawn cart to the
hospital…. (So maybe I am more of a private school girl than I’m willing to
admit)
Anyway rush hour London tubes (the underground to all non
British) dealt with, with surprising amount of lifts available I make it to
Heathrow Terminal 1. Oh and my bag is actually so light I casually can lift it
with one hand it appears.
My flight appears to not contain very many tourists….
Clearly they are missing what I have just read in the personalised “I” paper
for American travellers the ‘International Culture hub’ that is Philly? So far
my excitement in regards to Philly have been, is the airport in West
Philadelphia…because that would be cool, even if I wasn’t born and raised (think
about it, yes unfortunately that is pretty much my only Philadelphia reference),
and will the restaurant suggested to me at Philadelphia airport called Guava
and Java fulfil my constant life long dream of fresh pink guavas washed down
with a pint of fresh (Rubicon doesn’t count) pint of guava juice, and if this
does happen where will I stay if I miss my flight ( strangely enough instead of
originally writing ‘flight’ I wrote ‘life’ …..My psychotherapist self doesn’t
think so strange) Maybe they have churros in Philly… anyway for someone with so
little self-proclaimed excitement I seem to have masses. FYI I will be there
for two hours where I will have to collect my luggage take it through customs
and then re check it in, old school style.
Last night I felt genuinely terrified at my sheer brilliance
in organisation and packing I was unnerved to find myself washing the toothpaste
marks off my toiletry bag to cellotaping my toiletries up so they don’t leak
and placing it alongside my small travel essentials bag and of course my travel
bands…
Good thing I packed my headphones too as apparently on US
airways you have to buy a pair if you fancy watching anything, I’m not sure how
I feel about that, this lunch better be good.
And yes before we get ahead of ourselves yes I am currently
sitting on board my flight, with my mac, my water, my book, in my comfy attire
with travel bands on full display. If someone asked me how exactly travel bands
work, I would probably mumble something about pressure points and then boldly
state they always help me…however I have no idea if they do work or how the
work or even why the work and feel a bit like one of those poor sickly children
whose mother fusses over them with inhalers, emergency medicines, probiotics,
and now some kind of new age travel bands (I have all of those things) is this
going to far, or have I become anxious over anxiety.
Nevertheless I have worn my travel bands before, on a ferry
not on a plane, I didn’t get sick on the ferry and as my family can adhere to
that’s pretty miraculous…nevertheless this is not why I wear the travel bands.
I wear them because the first time I ever put them on, on a ferry to Holland,
they felt so weird and I felt so weird that that I laughed so uncontrollably my
boyfriend had to help me take them off. Unfortunately that have never again
filled me such level of euphoria or even a mere giggle, but I live in hope. As
a result I continue embrace the embarrassment of looking like a neurotic
traveller for now. Because I will look a
lot saner when I wear travel bands and laugh hysterically whilst alone…(John
that’s a joke). Ok now I am actually starting to laugh.
( I went through the seven concourse airport in search of Guava and Java only to find they had no guavas or guava juice, and I am not exactly sure what java is, other than some secret code language, but they didnt look like they had that either. )
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