I caught a cold but my book arrived so hey though my body was loving all the movement I will let my congested mind to get lost in the words and surrender with sweet meditations in my ears still blooming 

Love to all 🧡

a beautiful back to back nearly caught up to I know I didn't need to but I wanted to it was the perfect indulgence with a day off and no commitments but self love; back to earth, short & spicy, plow flow, creative flow. not thinking about chocolate again or anything 😋

so I'm on a cheeky little catch up of classes cos I love all the feels I have couple more days off work to deep dive and submerge in the sweet sensations of the last few days like spoiling myself with the box of chocolates someone forgot about from Christmas my kinda chocolate!

Here we have a brand of chocolate called booja booja,  anyone know it ? Meghan you my friend are booja booja and I'm revelling in it 🍫 ultimate respect 🥰

Ahhh!

Hey hey and happy new year 🧡

So it takes a beat a breath a wriggle.

I come to the end of the year with feeling a sense of achievement. A continuous awareness of a shift. Feeling good health, sharing Christmas differently my son grown all I apply my energy for the younger batch Aunty Power comes in to flow how can I help there!

I leap out of bed yesterday inspired my journal questions inspire the leap after a short wriggle but promising myself another wriggle later (paitience)  I seize the day to sort the now spare room. Boxing little lost legos, whatnots other expression of self this room has held space for I place them with order of subject for him feeling the precious stories absorbed into transitional boxes of holding for their next story of course for him to choose, pack up fold away joy, no ok see yer! Trek to the charity shop trek back and paint ! 

Every stroke an excitement vibrates. This space this space this room in this place all the magic that can shape this space this space will be great.

So it’s just a room but it’s a room which has adapted the precious son has grown and flown and the room has been crying at me these few months no one to hold no one to shelter.

I look at the January bloom I buzz and hum with yum can wait to feel a flow in this space. I am behind but I am in front it’s ok Mary you go this the room whispers.

Big love beautiful bloomers!

MC & the gang gratitude love  bombs and long armed loving hugs to squeeze you ♥️✨🙏🏻