It’s been three years since our last blog entry. Rest assured, we’ve kept busy navigating ever the winding road(s) of life’s journey.
Whether you're in mid summer or mid winter, we are all at mid-year, and this is a beautiful time to take stock of where we've been, where we are, and where we are going.
7:16pm. I pause a moment, revelling in how cathartic it was to get out all of the above. My fingers haven’t stopped moving since they started. If you ever wonder if something is worth pursuing, see if you can drop into it for 18 minutes without distraction. Watch this space.
These are a few of my musings from the last four weeks or so. It’s a journey, and if I’m honest it feels a little strange to be writing en route, rather than upon reaching a destination. But here we are. And I think that’s probably the best place for us to meet – right here, where we are. As we are.
We’ve shared copious cups of tea together. We’ve taken long walks together in beautiful places. We’ve curled up on cozy couches and exchanged long messages from the heart. We’ve swapped thoughtful gifts of all kinds, and they’ve championed my efforts when I’ve fundraised for various projects. I sure do love my soul mamas.
These are a few of my musings from the last four weeks or so. It’s a journey, and if I’m honest it feels a little strange to be writing en route, rather than upon reaching a destination. But here we are. And I think that’s probably the best place for us to meet – right here, where we are. As we are.
We’ve shared copious cups of tea together. We’ve taken long walks together in beautiful places. We’ve curled up on cozy couches and exchanged long messages from the heart. We’ve swapped thoughtful gifts of all kinds, and they’ve championed my efforts when I’ve fundraised for various projects. I sure do love my soul mamas.
Each of these women, alongside countless others, have instilled in me a love of learning, a thirst for adventure, a mission to serve, an implicit trust in good, a zest for life, a capacity for compassion. I owe it to them to pay it forward to my nieces, girlfriends, and so many more women of the world. I am grateful that the month of March prompts us not to take our rights for granted, but to cherish the wisdom, beauty, and strength inherent in every one of us.
A Hearth Space evokes a sense of expanse - openness of physical space, perhaps, but more so the mental room to think, dream, reflect, and share. A tastefully, thoughtfully outfitted beachfront cabin overlooking the open ocean is a great place to start. Sandy toes, the rhythm of the water as the tide comes and goes, and the sleepy feel of a coastal town are all ingredients for inviting pause, presence, and possibility.
As someone who values mini moments of time out, pockets of space amidst every day routine, I’ve felt a pull to add further intention to my designated time away. It doesn’t have to mean loading up a to do list; rather, simply bringing an awareness to the space available and allowing that space to spread itself out.
When you take a moment to pause, to sit quietly with yourself, what beckons you? Maybe it’s a “gentle nudge” or perhaps it rings loud and clear. Whatever it is, even before you’ve given voice to it, I urge you to listen to it, nurture it, let it grow. If it comes from the heart, it can’t help but take expression in a truly beautiful form.
I’ve been thinking about the importance of sharing, and the inevitable gift of mutual blessing when we share from the heart. The emails, texts, and messages you’ve left on our posts have let us know that what we share here is resonating and finding its way from our hearts to yours. In turn, we find ourselves heartened as we see this process of sharing becoming a beautiful gift for many. That’s the essence of Hearth, to find home as heart meets heart.
One week and the freedom of four wheels and 1,500 kilometers of narrow, winding roads. A tent stashed in the back, a nose for the nearest ice cream stop, and a playlist of sing-your-heart-out tunes to keep me company. No set plans, just a makeshift map of recommended and repeat places I was itching to visit.
My dog’s taught me a thing or two during our year and a half together, and she happens to be super clued in to what really counts in life. Utilizing what I think must be the most beautiful teaching style: a calm, gentle manner, clear directives, and incredible consistency, she’s been the one training me.
