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February 17, 2016 By gwynyth

The First Step:

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Last week I made plans that conflicted with my regular yoga class. I really didn’t want to bail on my twice weekly commitment to myself, so I clicked on the earlier restorative option and headed for the studio. Normally I see the restorative time slot and keep scrolling for something with more oomph. If I’m only going to make it to two classes a week, restorative sounds a bit like cheating.

Guys. Do you know about restorative yoga? Have you all been keeping this to yourself?

I went in there and slowly, very slowly we sank into poses that felt like luxurious stretching after a long nights sleep (well, what I imagine that to feel like). Then after all that “work”, we propped pillows around ourselves, covered up with blankets, sand bags and eye pillows and melted into how great that felt. Then the teacher came around and massaged us. Seriously. I left feeling slightly drugged.

O.k, O.k, so I had a lovely relaxing hour…what does this have anything to do with writing? Stay with me…

As parents or people who have other time and energy consuming responsibilities — or both, it can be a challenge to slip into a creative mind state. Our minds are going a mile a minute with tasks and concerns and when we do have some down time we feel like we need to jump on the opportunity and continue to accomplish with say a vigorous exercise routine, a family blessing project or maybe those creative pursuits we are always insisting we don’t have enough time for (no? Just me?).

I don’t know about you, but when I sit down with that frenetic quick! I’ve got an hour! energy, I feel like I’m racing to finish a school project at the last minute. That’s not the kind of energy I want to bring to my creativity, and I think the muse wants a little more for her time.

It is understandable to feel pulled into these little free moments with a desperate It’s now or never panic, but I think before we can create we need to restore and clear an open channel for the muse to sail through.

I’ve been polling friends, asking how we can slip into that open state of creative flow when we only have snippets of time to work with around families, jobs and relationships. I’ll write more about that soon… but before we can tap into these shortcuts, we need a deep and full well, a baseline with a consistent beat so we aren’t meeting the muse with frazzled hair and a twitching eye. This is where the restoration comes in.

Maybe for some of you, restoring will mean a sleep habit that puts lights out by ten with at least an hour before that of no blazing screen in front of your eyes. Maybe it is a standing appointment with a wellness practitioner, maybe it’s sacrificing an hour of sleep in the early morning for meditation and witnessing the miracle of the sun rising day after day. Or maybe it’s trading in a vinyasa flow class for the tucked in experience of restorative yoga.

Whatever you choose, make a pact with your muse to do it. Show up for your essential recharging the way you would show up for any other loved one. Don’t trick yourself into thinking this is cheating or slacking off — this is part of the work, part of the creation. Experiment for a while, then watch and listen for the gifts that start showing up.

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Commit! Tell me one thing you’re going to do to recharge and restore this week. And if you already rock this habit, share your wisdom — what is your recharge of choice?

February 13, 2016 By gwynyth

Old Friends

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Dear blog,

You know those timeless friends? The ones whose presence may be separated by years and miles, but seem to have never left your side when you’re reunited?

It’s been two years, a move, a blog on the side, and a whole babyhood since I’ve been here, but lets just fall back into step old friend. I’ve missed you.

So…what have I been up to?

I’ve been holing up in my beautiful life tornado-adjusting to four kids, continuing the homeschool journey that keeps picking up speed and needs as these monkeys grow up, nurturing friendships, growing new ones, taking writing classes and having a love affair with short stories.

At the moment I find myself catching my breath and looking down a new road. After eleven years of pregnancy, nursing and child-rearing and after much deliberation, we have decided there will be no more babies joining the party. I know, four kids. I’m arriving here a bit later than most.

Some mamas just know when they are DONE. I’ve come as close to that feeling as I think I’ll ever get. The finality, the no going back has always felt unsettling to me. I want choices, I want to be able to change my mind, All.The.Time. But a quiet voice was also telling me that it’s ok to close doors, to find out what’s on the other side, to let go. Eliminating the maybe one more, has settled peace over the matter and gotten me excited about what lays ahead.

I’ve got project ideas, travel plans, a burgeoning yoga practice and I see widening spaces of time to give these things to myself.

As much as I love and am grateful for the circumstances of my life, I have also struggled with making the time, finding the energy and giving myself permission to have my own things while the kids are so young. Sound familiar?

I read a great post by a friend of a friend recently on GUILT. I think this is a specialty of parents, of primary care givers in particular. I have certainly carried a lot around with me over the years. But I think guilt often travels with another familiar companion: FEAR. Fear of entering the unknown, fear of taking chances and being vulnerable. It is easier to say I don’t have time, my kids need me, maybe later. And there are admittedly times when these are absolute truths. But I also believe there comes a time when you serve your people better when the scales are evened out a little. When a vocation, desire, curiosity or maybe your sanity demand some attention too.

So my intention is to step out a little more, take some risks with my writing, cushion myself with trust, and share a bit of the journey here with you. Writers, artists, creatives, dreamers, explorers, parents, I hope we can connect here and walk this path together. After all, as Ram Dass says,

“We’re all just walking each other home.”

* Tell me friends, What is something you’re holding back on right now because of guilt or fear? Can you take a step towards that something today? Is there a door you are ready to close? It doesn’t have to be a cliff dive or a finger breaking slam, Teeny-tiny baby steps and gentle goodbyes, are powerful too.

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