Strive to be better than you were yesterday 💗 Been reading Tony Robbins books and they’ve got me feeling all inspired, one thing all this rain is good for!⠀
Any good book recommendations for me? What was your favorite book this year?!
As fast-fashion speeds up and the price for natural fibres rise, we need to take action! 💪 We are proud to offer beautiful garments that make a positive difference to our planet. 🌳 That is why we’re freezing the price of our socks despite rising costs.
Last Sunday before the storm of Christmas hits and you better believe I’m drinking my coffee slow and going back for seconds. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Does anybody else love everything Christmas brings but has anxiety of all the things to pack and the things you may forget to bring and or pack and you don’t need? I’m that girl. I basically pack my house and bring it with us just in case but guaranteed I’ll forget diapers. 🤷🏼♀️ #christmashustle
Was thinking this morning of how he will remember his childhood someday. I want to create such a warm, loving home for him. I hope he remembers building cars out of legos on the floor together, dancing in the kitchen to “He Lives in You”, my smile when I hear the pitter-patter of his tiny feet as he runs into my arms. I just hope he remembers how much he was loved and always will be loved, how important he is in this home. ❤️
Today we paddled in the calm of Norfolk Bay, and played in the surf across the dunes in Pirates Bay where the waves smash against the shore, the water is still cool and the rips channel out with powerful force.
Today we dug a fortress in the sand which stood, briefly, as an island only to be completely erased by the incoming tide.
Today we collected beach treasures, #lovelydeadcrap and arranged them in the sand. We avoided (but gazed upon) the iridescent beauty of bluebottles washed up by wild easterlies.
Today we ate good food, laughed, talked, read, played, walked, spent time together.
Today we watched the sea mist envelope the landscape like an intimate embrace. Felt the humidity in the warm air, a promise of rain and storms that never came.
Living the questions | Coming to the end of the year can be complex. Celebrations and some rest can bring joyous relief. But this time can also be complicated for all sorts of reasons from uncomfortable feelings of grief around family members lost or divided, to loneliness and doubt about whether we are where we wanted to be or think we should be, or if we’ll ever find our way. Especially with all the end of year round ups and new year goal setting. ⠀
While it’s definitely not all bah humbug, for some reason I felt like speaking up for what isn’t always shiny and bright at this time of year. Because maybe that’s your experience and that can feel isolating when those experiences are hidden. ⠀
When I’m struggling with uncertainty, these words from Rilke always put things in perspective. There is great compassion in the reminder of our shared humanity in this struggle, a more expansive sense of time and the invitation to ‘live everything’. ⠀
Rilke wrote these words a century ago and they resonate today as much as ever, don’t you think?⠀
Letters to a Young Poet | Rainer Maria Rilke⠀
“I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”⠀
Wrapping presents + sending packages these next couple of days 🎁✨
I can’t believe Christmas is next week! My family and I are going to the Christmas Eve service at our church Monday night, and celebrating with my dad’s side of the family on Tuesday — which means tamales for dinner?? 🤞🏽
When I was a little girl, my mema (that’s what I called my grandma, from my mom’s side) told me this old Mexican legend about how 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴: There was a poor girl in Mexico who had no gift to lay at the alter for baby Jesus at the Christmas Eve Church Service. As the girl (very sadly) walked to the chapel on Christmas Eve, her cousin tried to cheer her up. He told her “I’m sure that even the smallest gift given by someone who loves him, will make Jesus Happy." The girl still had nothing to give, so she picked a handful of weeds from the roadside, tied them together w/ a red ribbon from her hair & made a small bouquet. As she walked through the chapel to the altar, she remembered what her cousin said. She knelt down & put the bouquet at the bottom of the nativity scene. Suddenly, the bouquet of weeds burst into bright red flowers. Everyone knew they’d seen a miracle. Since then, poinsettias are known as 'Flores de Noche Buena', or 'Flowers of the Holy Night'. ✨
I LOVE this story bc it’s a sweet reminder of what Jesus does w/ the things that (we think) are small/insignificant. I’ve learned that when we give & do w/ love in our hearts, Jesus makes the result of our efforts even better than we ever imagined! Here’s to not forgetting about Jesus -the reason for the Season... And, here’s to him turning all of your “weeds” into poinsettias!