Last Sunday afternoon, Bailey, my husband and myself all snuck back to bed. It was pretty blissful to climb under the covers for a secret hour of slumber. We made ourselves a nest and just hung out there for a bit, reading and having cups of tea.
Up until recently though, our bedroom wasn’t such a great space for relaxing in. It always seems to be where anything that hasn’t found a home yet gets dumped, and even though we have a good mattress on our bed we haven’t previously put much thought or consideration into our bedding.
Over the last month though, I have made some conscious changes to our bedroom in order to help us get a peaceful and natural nights sleep. One of the biggest being that we have upgraded all our bedding to natural fibres. We have invested in some linen sheets, covers and cases, plus we have also switched our duvet, pillows and mattress protector for ones filled with wool from ‘Woolroom’.
Where did you go to?
I miss the light you set free,
Time to come back please.
I have been sitting at my computer for over 30 minutes now, typing without really saying very much. It’s like a muscle gone un-stretched. It feels a little weird and wobbly to be writing here but, boy have I missed it.
Actually, May and June were full of typing with the freelance writing work I’ve been doing (super thankful about all of that and I’ll let you know when the pieces are out) and of course busy publishing The Slow Living Retreat – which was great fun. Connecting with you all on here feels very different though. And now that I get started, it feels as though there is lots to say, like it has all been simmering away under the surface waiting for the opportunity to be released. Too much for one blog post that’s for sure.
Anxiety and I are old friends, it likes to come and visit me every once in a while. Even though feeling anxious is familiar to me, I am baffled by my need to worry each time. It’s panicky nature is smothering and I wish I knew the secrets to mastering it and banishing it from life for good.
It’s been a while since I have posted and that is partly because I have been busy putting together The Slow Living Retreat. The free book is designed to help you slow down and reconnect back to yourself. It’s launching next week, so there is still time to join in and sign up to get your free copy.
I am often asked about how we manage to live slowly. It seems as though people think there is some sort of mystery to it. However, I believe anyone can benefit from some slow living. As a lifestyle it can conjure up images of retreating to the country and growing your own vegetables, but in reality it doesn’t need to include either of those things. Of course it is possible to live slowly in a busy city. No matter who you are and what your life is currently like, I am sure that by slowing down and becoming aware of those wholehearted moments in your day, you will improve your wellbeing and bring more happiness into your life.
It seems a little ironic for me to be writing this blog post, as over the last few weeks I haven’t taken much time to myself at all. Like most people I guess, when I am busy, the ‘me time’ is the first thing to go.
With the Easter school holidays, and our kitchen renovation (more coming on that soon), resting has been pretty sparse too.
Rest is of course, fundamental to our well-being, and everyone has their own way of unwinding and relaxing. Perhaps the idea of ‘me time’ for some folk sounds awful. The concept that we all need some time to ourselves to slow down and reconnect makes sense though, doesn’t it?