The Bend in the Road

If you live in the UK you will have noticed the Back to School signs are going up.  If you don’t live in the UK, here the children have a six week long holiday and school restarts in the first week of  September. In August, during a summer of fun all the shops put big signs up reminding everyone that it is time to go back to school.

For me, since before I had children but had long since left school I have always felt that September is a time to regroup, to see where I am with my goals for the year and work out what I could do with the final part of the year to be where I want to be by the new year.

Often, lets be honest, we’re not where we want to be. Sometimes, nowhere near. In the past I would give myself a hard time about this and believe it was my fault for being rubbish at managing my life.

Fortunately, some time ago I realised this isn’t a helpful method to move forward and now I step back and ask WHY?

The problem lies when we predict a straight line for ourselves and don’t take into account the bend in the road. The blind spots, the things we didn’t see coming.

This year for me I am not on track where I want to be in my life, WHY?

Because I have listened to myself and allowed myself to be directed to the things (books, art, music, creative processes) that provide the answers to the questions I didn’t even know I was asking, till I started to listen, and I found that I’m exactly where I need to be right now.

By doing this, I have had SUCH a revelation. By poking into my subconscious, which isn’t an easy task as a great deal of murk can live down there, I have understood one of my patterns that has been keeping aspects of me stuck for a long time (a very long time). It has made everything I do at times feel like pushing a boulder uphill.

So I have achieved a great deal in my life but I haven’t made it easy for myself.

Can you relate to this at all?

Once we bring these unhelpful patterns out from our subconscious and into the light, then we can reshape them into something, which allows us to gently roll the boulder alongside us and eventually let it go altogether.

This for me is like going back to school where I am the student and the teacher; I write and make art and meditate and visualise and I teach myself how to make sense of things. This is how I’m constantly finding out new things about myself, not just because I’m getting to know and understand myself better but because I now understand the ways that we are always changing. What I thought about and enjoyed twenty years ago is not what I’m going to want to do now. We are not set in stone, but sometimes society would like us to be.

It is like asking a child what they want to be when they grow up. So they pluck something from the air. My seven year old daughter wants to be a vet, maybe she will. My five year old son wants to be an engineer, I’m not sure he really knows what one is. I’m not comfortable with the idea that we decide what we want to do with our life before we are old enough to understand what those things are. Then we go to school, learn a load of facts, much of which isn’t relevant to the thing we chose. Then, supposedly, we grow up and do that job until we retire and then we can finally enjoy ourselves. Which is ridiculous when you think about it and we don't have to follow this pattern.

So, if you are questioning where you are in your life at the moment. If you are wondering why you aren’t in line with your goals. Why you haven’t bought the items or done the things you said you would this year. I invite you to think about previous years.

Is this a pattern or a one off?

How will next year be different?

Do you blame yourself?

In the light of my recent revelations and in the spirit of ‘back to school’ I have decided to open up some very limited spaces for one to one coaching with me, starting in September. You will get:

  • A clearer understanding of who you are.
  • Knowledge of how you were ‘conditioned’ and how that affects your decisions and choices now.
  • Realisations about why you behave in certain subconscious ways and why this is never your fault.
  • A list of affirmations and a series of beautiful art which you can put on the wall to keep you on track and remind yourself of the aligned life you are now living and taking forward with you.
  • A deeper sense of joy and appreciation of your surroundings.
  • New perspectives on areas of your life you had become familiar with, even if they are not serving you.
  • A new lease of creativity in your life, no matter how creative or not you have previously thought you are.

If you are interested in finding out more  please see my coaching page here.

If you'd like to have a chat about it then please book a call here.

Sophie X

Things I thought I couldn't do but did. Part one.

An exercise in confidence, liberation and reconnection. Of overcoming issues with body image, with visibility, self care and more…

There is an assumption that if you are not overweight then you are confident with your body. For example those memes you see that say things like: ‘I saw a skinny girl eating cake the other day so I punched her in the face’. Not helpful.

I have never been overweight; I have taken great care not to be. I began refusing food as a pre-schooler and lived with varying levels of anorexia for most of my life. Not in the way people think, in that you keep getting thinner until you are forced to get better. It didn’t work like that for me. I would begin to eat again when my weight dropped too low just so that I could lose it again. Otherwise the game would be up. That wasn’t the only self destruction I undertook from a very early age; I self harmed a great deal too, something I’ve never admitted, although it is obvious if you look.

My body is now in it’s forties and has grown two children, so as well as being much less toned than it once was, it has two c-section scars alongside many self inflicted ones. Plus I have Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease, which, as well as affecting my circulation in cold weather, also weakens my feet and legs and they look different to other peoples.

Over the years these things have caused me huge amounts of anxiety, something that I suffered from in the first place. I had panic attacks when I was younger than my children are now, which fed into the other issues in a big self destructive circle.

Five years ago we moved to the coast, to a lovely blue flag beach, which is safe for swimming. Every summer I say I will get in the sea but I have never done it. Until yesterday. My husband came with us to the beach because our children wanted to go in the sea and I didn’t want to take them both together and someone needed to watch our things.

I’ve worn a bikini on holiday before, where we don’t know anyone and everyone else is in a bikini too. But this beach is a five minute walk from our house and the chances of seeing someone I know are high and most people tend to have more clothes on. My kids bump into their school friends there and I could meet anyone I see on the school run every day.

It was a glorious hot day and in my haste to get the children ready and out of the house I neglected to bring the sarong I was going to hide behind. When we got to the beach the tide was out and it was a long walk to the sea from the dry sand we pitched our blanket on. I realised that a great thing about being in my forties is I no longer care so much about what people think of me, which is something that wound tightly around me when I was younger.

My daughter, who is seven, wanted to go in the sea first, so hand in hand we walked down to the water, me wearing what was essentially my underwear; my daughter oblivious in her pink swimsuit with a tutu. It was completely liberating feeling the breeze on my bare skin and I felt an unfamiliar strength in doing something I didn’t think I would feel okay about. My daughter tiptoed in the waves, being careful not to step on anything sharp; feeling a pebble she bent down and a wave splashed her in the face which she was pretty upset about despite having her swimming goggles on! So we walked all the way back to our blanket where my son was eagerly awaiting his turn. My son is five and went leaping off toward the waves. I caught him up and we had a great time screaming and laughing every time a cold wave caught us. The beach is very shallow and he splashed and giggled and ran away and got back in a few times until he too got a wave in the face which he was a bit upset about despite having his sister’s swimming goggles on!

On the way back to the blanket he decided he needed me to race him. So now not only am I in a bikini, I’m running alongside a very bouncy small boy. A part of me is mortified, then I tell it to be quiet, no one is looking and it doesn’t matter if they are. I’m having fun with my boy and that is what matters.

But then the moment comes when it is my turn to swim in the sea on my own. This means that my husband, who has grown up alongside this sea and has no desire to swim in it, in fact he can’t even swim, is going to make sandcastles with the kids while I finally get to have my swim in the sea. This means I have to walk from our blanket to the sea for the fifth time and this time without a child alongside me.

But I’ve wanted to do this for five years; the sea didn’t feel that cold when I splashed with the kids. So I went for it.

Did I mention that the sea in question is the North Sea? That if you went to our beach and got on a boat and sailed in a straight line you would eventually land in Denmark? Which is why we are battered by arctic winds for more of the year than not. And I wanted to swim in it. I have always been drawn to swimming outdoors and I’m not afraid of cold water. So I waded in and kept going as strong, chilly waves cascaded over my body higher up and higher until I could ride each wave before it broke. The sea was still quite shallow, the sun shone intensely and I felt a space and a serenity I haven’t experienced for some time. I took in the view of our town from this new perspective, salt water washing over my face and in my hair and I felt thoroughly cleansed.

Eventually I decided it was enough and then struggled to make it out of the waves because the tide was pushing against me and my left foot, which is weak from Charcot-Marie-Tooth, couldn’t right itself in the strength of the water. It was a sharp reminder that my body has limitations I tend to disregard and I could probably look after it better.

I walked back to our blanket exhilarated from my swim and disappointed that the experience had been challenging. I found my husband and children digging a hole, which my son then got into and was delighted as his dad and sister covered him in sand while I lay on a towel to dry off. The sun was hot but I felt cold beneath the heat and as we got our things together to go home, my fingers became numb. This has happened before in the depths of winter and as we walked back home for lunch I noticed my hands were red and my fingers white, as my circulation couldn’t keep up with the cold from the sea.

It struck me that what I’d thought would be my first sea swim of the summer would also be my last. I took a hot shower while my husband made sandwiches for us to eat in the garden. As my body warmed up I made a new resolution toward better self care and self love; something that also didn’t feel like an option for me once upon a time. Although I’m much kinder to myself these days, there is always room for improvement.

It is amazing what an excursion outside your comfort zone can do for your self esteem and understanding. I didn’t meet anyone from the school at the beach, but I did meet myself, and I remembered that I like her. 

 

If you need help getting back in touch with yourself and achieving things you want in life but think are out of reach for you. Click HERE to find out how I can help you. Click HERE if you want to talk about it. X 

The Power of Pebbles

The Power of Pebbles

My seven year old daughter found a pebble near our local beach with a footprint painted on one side, on the other side it had the word ‘smile’ with three hearts on it. She was delighted and took it home with her, in agreement with me that she would have to replace it with a stone of her own creation. A week or so later I was out walking on the seafront, something I often like to do in the summer after my children are in bed. I was feeling a bit tired and frazzled and I noticed on a stone bench somebody had left a pebble that was painted with a pink heart and the words ‘shine bright’.  I chose to leave it there as a message to anyone else who might need it.

This inspired my idea for gratitude pebbles. I had seen or read about people using stones to remind them to be grateful. I created a series of designs which I transfer printed onto pebbles, they say things like ‘today I am grateful for…’ and ‘don’t forget to smile…’ The first few that I did weren’t quite up to scratch so now I have one, my husband has one, my son and daughter have them too. They live next to our beds and are a daily reminder to be thankful for so many things.

 Last week my five year old son wasn’t quite well enough for school, to get some fresh air, I took him for a walk to the beach. Our beach is large and sandy with a variety of smooth, white pebbles among a line of shells and shingle. He wanted to take some home, so I let him choose a couple. On the way back he found a large stone painted like a bumblebee, with the name of the artist on the back, it was by another five year old. He loved it so much he took it home; again he would have to replace it.

It turns out in our little coastal town there is a project growing: children are painting pebbles often with messages of positivity, and leaving them for people to find. Other kids are moving them or replacing them with their own. A Facebook group has begun where parents are posting pictures of the stones they have found with the location. This project encourages children to be creative, away from their computer screens, they interact with other kids, make friends and get out in the fresh air looking for and leaving stones. My daughter painted a lovely heart one to put back by the beach, and my son has swapped his bee pebble for his own ladybird creation. 

For me, making pebbles is a nice interlude between sessions at my computer. I enjoy providing positivity to people and find great pleasure in creating something beautiful. Sending the pebbles when they sell gets me out of my studio and to the post office. And I am grateful for that, especially when I can walk there by the sea, where I never know what other treasure I might find.

PS You can buy my pebbles HERE. X

 

 

 

 

Procrastination! Why do we do it?

You know how it goes; you get back from dropping the kids at school with the best intentions of ‘getting stuff done’; you might promise yourself you’ll have the next chapter of your book written or make some new stock for your Etsy shop. Maybe you’ve resolved to try a new gym class or tackle the mess in the back room. The next thing you know it is time to pick the kids up already and none of the things on your list are ticked off, where did your day go?

The answer lies not in the how but the why.

In order to begin moving forwards with your life and not from side to side, round in circles, or, even worse – backwards, you need to find out what is causing you to procrastinate in the first place. The little cogs that operate your subconscious have their own agenda and they couldn’t care less about your best intentions. You can’t get in alignment with your actions if you don’t know why you’re not doing them! Once you’ve identified the cause, you can decide on what you want to do, why you want to do it and when it will be done by. You can tell your subconscious what the deal is and refuse to listen to its distractions.

Maybe the truth is you don’t feel like you’re good enough to write a book, and you’re struggling to get the words down because self doubt has come in. Or your Etsy shop has been quiet lately so what’s the point of restocking it? You are worried the gym class will be too hard and you won’t be able to keep up. All of these hidden fears get in our way, they make us feel uncomfortable and our subconscious is very clever at distracting us from the discomfort so we don’t even notice!

Once you are aware of what is literally driving you to distraction, you can look for solutions. With the examples I have listed above; there are writers groups both on and offline that might provide you some support and encouragement. Perhaps you could try swapping Etsy for a different outlet or you could ask your customers what they want more of. Instead of avoiding the gym class, see if you can persuade a friend to go with you or start with a class you know you can do, and move up from there. You know the back room will feel great when the mess in it has gone, but you resent being the only person who will do anything about it. If so, then who made the mess? Can you make it a team effort, a game or issue a reward to whoever clears it up, yourself included.

Once you know what is causing you to procrastinate, you can move past that block and start getting it all done. For me, mindful creativity allows my mind to slow down and hear the solutions to things. Because I’m also focusing on making colours on the page, while mulling over the issue at hand, what happens is my honest brain tiptoes out of it’s hiding place and tells me the things I need to know. The bonus is, in the process of this beautiful self understanding, I have made a lovely piece of art too. This process has literally changed my life!

I used mindful creativity to combat my own procrastination (I was actually secretly scared of just about everything!) and I’ve made a Procrastination Workshop to help you get over your issues too. You can buy it as a digital product from my website. It usually costs £25.00 but as you have taken the time to read this far, you probably procrastinate. So to say thank you for getting to the end of the page, and because you will benefit from it, you can buy it today for just £5.00. Click HERE to buy. X

(offer till midnight GMT on Sunday 13.5.18).

Creativity, Culture and…Football

How creativity and culture challenged a team to change.

In my work I use visualisation and creative exercises to help women to change their perspective and by doing so, change their life. The power of visualisation in sport has been well documented for improving performance; if we can visualise success, we can create success.

As well as being a creativity and mindfulness coach, I am also a football fan (Crystal Palace). I love the atmosphere at the game and watching a goal go in just a few feet away is an incredible feeling. I don’t live in London any more so when I do get to a match it is all the more exciting. But for the most part now I watch on TV, often with my husband (Liverpool).

What’s this got to do with creativity and culture? Well…

Recently my husband and I were watching a European match between Arsenal and Swedish side Ostersund, whom I’d never heard of before. A tiny team from a remote part of Sweden, Ostersund had somehow beaten Arsenal in the first leg and were now trying to maintain their lead to remain in the Europa league. Just getting to this stage was a feat in itself and we wondered how they’d done it. A bit of investigating revealed a wonderful and interesting story, which I wanted to share:

Ostersund’s manager Graham Potter is a former Southampton player who took over at Ostersund seven years ago when they were in the fourth tier of Swedish football, at the bottom of the entire league. As well as being a football player, Graham Potter has a masters degree in social sciences which enabled him to take a different approach to football management. Together with Daniel Kindberg, the club’s chairman they have created a ‘culture academy’ which focuses on holistic development to ‘develop the depth of a person’. Where most clubs focus on developing the players, Ostersund develop the people first and the confidence and self-belief they gain from this then translates onto the pitch. Evidently.

Without a budget to expand their team, Ostersund took players who had been rejected from other clubs and nurtured them through creativity to achieve success and believe in themselves. Inside the culture academy all the team put on live, public performances, it is compulsory for all the staff members to join in with the players and management.

Among other creative endeavours, the club have celebrated the indigenous Sami people through the medium of hip-hop, put on a production of Swan Lake - yes, a production of Swan Lake! They performed a gala concert in solidarity with refugees, the opening of which had the manager singing the Lapland national anthem in a local dialect, which is exactly the kind of challenge that has encouraged the players and team to grow. By being removed from their comfort zones, the team realised what they were capable of and believed they could achieve much more. They weren't wrong!

Ostersund eventually capitulated to Arsenal’s power but their amazing achievement goes to show the power of challenging yourself creatively. Time to get out of that comfort zone I think!

If you’d like to challenge yourself creatively, start by downloading a free creative meditation here and shine the spotlight on yourself. What do you believe you can achieve?

 

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

Managing the Mundane with Mindfulness

As someone who is not best friends with all things domestic, discovering mindfulness helped with the balance of my day. A busy mum and business owner working from a home studio, I often feel challenged by the needs of the house. Every time I get home from the school run, the house reminds me it is growing dusty, or needs vacuuming. The dishwasher demands to be filled, the shopping list grows and there is daily laundry to be done. I used to find this very frustrating and resented all these tasks that took me away from my art and my desk.

Now I enjoy it. I arrange my day so a list or a project gets done, I measure this by task or by time, I’m quite flexible with it. Then I punctuate my day with whatever needs doing most in and for the house. Sometimes I put on music, I might plug into an audio book or podcast depending on what needs doing and how long I think it will take, this allows me to view the chores as ‘exercising while reading a book’ which, while not strictly mindful in and of itself, it is a practice that has allowed me to alter my perspective, giving me permission to relax and enjoy something I don’t really want to do.

The real difference I have become aware of is when I slow down and notice. I find this most with the laundry. Instead of rushing through it all, now, if I’m standing at the washing line, I feel the fresh air, listen to the birds, or notice how a plant has grown. I allow the experience to nurture me. Indoors, I like the blast of warmth I get from the tumble dryer, the smell of clean washing and the soft feel of the clothes. The heat and hiss of the iron are a friendly break from my desk and my screen. If I’ve been sitting still for too long, a whizz round the house with the vacuum cleaner gets my circulation going and warms me up nicely. Not to mention the satisfaction I receive when it is done, the house thanks me when it is clean and working properly, it is cosier and more inviting.

Another thing I realised by engaging mindfully with my daily experiences is that these chores that loom, that we put off and allow to hang over us, often only take about five or ten minutes, which can be a fraction of the time we spend feeling annoyed about having to do them in the first place. So I invite you to embrace the beauty of your home and your surroundings. I promise you will thank yourself.

This is an extract from my kindle book ‘Find Yourself with Attentive Art: An Introduction to Mindful Creativity plus Five Exercises for You to Try’ You can buy it HERE.  X

 

View Through the Window

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When we moved into our house five years ago, I knew it was the right house for us but I wasn’t sure how long for.

It is a tall town house, over four floors.

On the landing from the first to the second floor there is a window. I didn't pay attention to it at first, it is just another window.

The reason I wasn’t sure about the house was that we moved in five weeks before our son was born and while both the children’s rooms were the same size, I wasn’t sure how it would work with his room being on the floor above ours. Our daughter was two, and as our son, when he arrived, would be in our room for a few months we thought we’d cross that bridge when we needed to. When we did, we needn’t have worried, it all worked out well.

Being over four floors, our house has a lot of stairs and this brings me to the window.

The window is at the top of a flight of stairs, slightly to the left so it doesn’t fully reveal itself until you reach the top and turn to face it. This is why it has such impact.  

Last night, not for the first time I physically gasped when I looked through it. I was presented with a gentle sunset filled with a murmuration of starlings performing a spectacular ballet across the sky. I stood transfixed until I’d forgotten what it was I went up there for and realised that this window has given me so many gifts.

It got me thinking about all the other times I’d been wowed by that window.

One night when my son was a baby, I was waiting for him to finally go to sleep, exhausted at three in the morning. Sitting on the stairs outside his room I was mesmerised by the most full and beautiful moon. In my tired state I soaked it up and communed with it until my little boy slept and I could tiptoe down to my own bed and try and sleep before my daughter got up.

Before Christmas my children picked up every bug going from school and gave it to the other one. Each time I thought we were over something, one of them came down with something else. After six weeks of this and wondering when it was going to stop, we were all pretty frazzled.  One Thursday morning I trudged up to my son’s room, wondering if either of the children might be well enough for school and I was stopped in my tracks by the window:

Everything sparkled white and the sky was the deepest most glorious blue of not quite dawn yet. I stopped and drank in the sky; the surprise snow carpeted the rooftops and gardens and I felt the collective spirit of the household lift, despite being the only one up. One mention of the magic word ‘snow’ had the children leaping out of bed, both keen to go to school.

There have been many other moments of wonder through this window that have me running down the stairs for my camera. It has a habit of presenting beauty to me in a way that I feel privileged to be party to. I have a unique view that nobody else can see and I love it. 

When we first viewed the house five years ago, I had no idea that such an inconspicuous looking window would have so many treats in store for me and has taught me to slow down and appreciate the little things in life.

 

Sophie x

 

 

 

Why do People Keep Smiling at Me?

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Why do people keep smiling at me?

I’ve talked at some length about my experiences with PND and isolation so I'll keep that bit short: When my daughter was two, we moved 140 miles to a place I hardly knew, five weeks before my son was born. It is hard to explain how much of a wonderful time this was while at the same time on another level I was hardly functioning. But this is how it was.

I went around in a bit of a bubble and found it hard to make friends. I had this assumption that how I felt on the inside – like I was totally failing in every area of my life, would be somehow visible to people and nobody would like me. So it would be safer to keep myself to myself. I enjoyed going to playgroups with my children and I did get out and talk to people but I still felt really isolated.

When my daughter started pre-school I was terrified of the playground and the school environment, I didn’t know what the correct procedures were or what the right etiquette was. The other mums all seemed to know each other, and also all 'seemed' much younger than me (I was 40).

I tried to smile at people, but also kept my head down, I was sure nobody would want to talk to me and my difference to them was painfully obvious. Many of them were in their early 20’s and I was in Yorkshire with a London accent. If they didn't return the smile I felt crushed, when they probably just hadn't seen me.

Gradually I spoke to other parents and got to know some of them, I was surprised that they were nice to me and started to realise how much of my reality was in my own head.  Then I started to study psychology and mental health and learned about mindfulness.  I slowly began to heal. I questioned my thoughts and turned them on their head. I felt better and soon my son was old enough for pre school and I wasn’t a newcomer any more.

One day I was walking back from dropping off my children and noticed that several other parents smiled at me; I was confused by this until with a huge jolt, I realised that I was smiling. I was walking around with my head up and a smile on my face because I was happy and thinking nice thoughts. When had this changed and how hadn’t I noticed?  What must I have looked like before when I spent all my time staring at the ground and hiding behind a hat or a huge pair of sunglasses? Now I always make a point of smiling and saying good morning to people, I realise I can't be the only one who has felt that way and that as parents, the school environment can be awkward for everyone. 

I learned first hand the power of perception and the simplicity of a smile. 

If you have lost connection with yourself, particularly after having children, let me help you reconnect. Take a look at my Self Reconnection Package, and please email if you have any questions. 

The Mindfulness of Mending

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This weekend I tackled some things that needed mending. Things that need mending go in a pile, or are shoved in a bag; tucked out of the way and forgotten about for a while. To tend to them seems like a chore. I am annoyed with them for being broken or torn or having created a hole in themselves. To fix these things feels like an irritation, time I could be spending doing something more worthwhile. 

Common culprits for me are tops. I have a massive aversion to labels in clothing, to the point where just cutting a label back isn't sufficient. So often, no matter how delicate I am with my unpicker, there is a hole in a new item of clothing. It turns out my children don't like labels either. 

Yesterday afternoon I mended a top, a pair of silver sparkly tights belonging to my daughter, which were a present on her seventh birthday last month. They were fine until she started playing with one of our cats, Sid. So Sid made a hole in her tights but somehow I blame the tights. Next I swapped my thread to pink. My four year old son has a giant pink teddy called Big Pink Teddy. He won it at a charity event we went to last year. It is bigger than he is. The constant sitting, rolling and jumping on of Big Pink Teddy has caused one of his seams to split, poor Big Pink Teddy. So I stitch up the broken things, I don't mind, the kids are playing and the TV is on. With some satisfaction I put the needle and thread away and return the no longer damaged items to their places and carry on with my day in the knowledge that my mending is done, for a while at least.

This morning, my husband was taking the children to visit his parents nearby. I was getting a rare treat 'The House To Myself At The Weekend'. I thought of all the options that didn't involve work or housework (apart from doing the laundry, changing the bed sheets and cleaning the inside of the shower whilst having a shower). As my daughter, a vision in different shades of pink floated past me in the dining room on her Shopkins scooter I noticed the bobble was loose on her hat. On closer inspection, half the hat almost unravelled. I gently removed it from her head, the only non fully pink thing she had on, and replaced it with, yes, her pink one, promising to mend the other one while she was out. 

So, once 'all of the things that needed doing' had been done and I finally had some time to myself, I put on an audiobook and sat down to mend the hat. I parked myself on the sofa and picked up the needle. A few stitches in I paused. I was in the moment of calm, of total tranquility. The sun was beaming through the bay window highlighting the house in a beautiful way. The room was quiet and my other cat Nancy had curled up next to me. I mended with intention, savouring each stitch, taking great pleasure in knotting the lost loops back together. So absorbed I was almost disappointed when it was done. 

In future I will treat the mending pile with a little more respect and save it for a Sunday morning when I have the house to myself. I will even look forward to it. 

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THE Mindful Living SHOW

Last Week I visited the Mindful Living Show in Manchester UK, I wanted to go because I was looking forward to connecting with people who shared my passion for mindfulness and creativity and I also wanted to find out more as I intend to take part in the London show later this year.

It was a three and a half hour train journey each way, which seemed a bit mad but it was important to me that I went. I then saw the cost of the train ticket - to Manchester from where I live in Yorkshire you can only buy a one month open return, it isn't the sort of journey you would normally do in a day. I took a deep breath and booked the train tickets online, then went with my four year old son to collect them the next day - he always loves an excuse to look at trains. As I checked my phone for the purchase code I noticed an email from the estate agent in Liverpool who sold my house there seven months ago. I hadn't expected to hear from them again so I opened it. Inside was a remittance note to say that on the day I would be travelling to Manchester, they were going to pay some outstanding money owed to me. It was the exact same amount as my train ticket, to the penny! 

So I knew then it was going to be a worthwhile trip!

Here are some of my highlights:

Meeting the editor of In The Moment magazine, which is one of my favourite magazines (I read a lot of them). It was great to talk about all things mindful and creative. I plan to stay in touch.

Talking to people who do mindfulness based activities for children, including Max Mindpower the Bear - a teddy that talks you through a meditation when you squeeze his paws, he even breathes with you! There is a brilliant series of children's books about dealing with emotions. I also met the people from Relax Kids who have a whole programme of brilliant resources for kids and they kindly gave me some fabulous wall charts for my children.

I watched a talk by Christine Bailey on Eating to Enhance Brain Performance and Memory which was fascinating and reminded me not to overlook the importance of good nutrition as I can often do. 

I met the people at Mindful Resilience Enhancement and took away plenty of information, including the learning zones of the brain, a more in depth look into what I've been studying in Modern and Positive Psychology.

I had a lovely chat with the people selling and promoting Thich Nhat Hanh, some of whose books I have read and they shared with me a lovely pebble meditation which I will do with my children over the school holidays next week.

I took part in a fun and insightful workshop by a company called beanddo. We had a minute or so to fill in a page full of circles into whatever we could think of, each circle had to be different. I had read about this exercise online so it was great to actually do it. We also did some blind contour drawing (drawing the person opposite without looking at the paper) and drawing our own portrait by closing our eyes and tracing with the finger of one hand and drawing with the other, then swapping over. 

I met Naomi Kendrick, an artist who is running a project at Manchester Art Gallery called 'De-Stress and Draw'. She had a huge area of plain paper, dotted about with beanbag cushions and headphones. Along the side were pots of coloured crayons and pastels. I was in my element as you can see above! As well as thoroughly enjoying the experience it was great to connect with a fellow artist who thinks along similar lines and gets what I do. Manchester Art Gallery has a whole programme around wellbeing over the next few months and into next year, Naomi's De-Stress and Draw is a part of that. My day in Manchester didn't afford me the time to visit the Art Gallery as well, but I will definitely be going back. 

Your Blank Canvas

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Hello and Happy New Year!

Yes, this is a picture of a blank canvas. As an artist, why would it make sense for me to share a blank canvas?

Well, it is all to do with attention, or awareness. When you pay attention, you are able to question. When you question, you can begin to look for answers. There may be more than one answer and that is fine, it is a matter of deciding which one to try first, then repeating the process, or trying out a different solution. This is how the blank canvas of your life becomes filled with what you create. The canvas will fill up anyway, but if you aren't aware, aren't questioning, then you aren't in control of what you place on your canvas or what it looks like.

You might not like what is on your canvas hanging on your wall, but you have looked at it for such a long time that you don't even notice it anymore. The same applies to your life and habits. 

If you keep doing the same things then you will keep getting the same results. By paying attention to your processes you can look at how to change them.

One way to do this is to practice mindfulness. This could involve daily meditation or reminding yourself to pay attention to each moment in the day to avoid thinking too much in the past or future.  I like to use meditative creative practices such as stitch and painting where I become so absorbed in the process that my mind feels as though it has ‘switched off’ for a while and I feel refreshed and energised afterwards. I believe this is what is known as ‘flow’. According to Wikipedia, Flow is defined as ‘…the mental state of operation in which a person performing an activity is fully immersed in a feeling of energised focus, full involvement, and enjoyment in the process of the activity. In essence, flow is characterised by complete absorption in what one does.’
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi describes it as when ‘existence is temporarily suspended’, and claims it is the ‘secret to happiness’.

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How will you fill in your blank canvas this year? 

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Bye for now and all the best for 2018,

Sophie xxx

 

Who Are You and What Do You Want?

Numerous studies have concluded that when we truly know the answer to this question, well two questions really, then everything else falls into place. At the very least, we know what we are aiming for, and, because we are aligned with it, we are likely to have more success in achieving it.

I made a piece of art around this subject earlier in the year; identity is a big theme in both my artwork and my creativity coaching. Here is my painting, it is made on a large canvas, about 1 metre x 1.5 metres, each letter has been hand cut from reflective fabric and machine stitched on to a painted person, each person is then hand stitched on to the painted canvas. As you can imagine, this gave me plenty of time to ponder the question of identity!
 

Who Are You and What Do You Want?

Do you know who you are and what you want? 

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Bye for now,

 

Sophie X

ARCHETYPES

Hello!

This week I’m studying archetypes and it is thoroughly fascinating. I’ll share more about them later.  For now here is a basic wheel of the different types. You might recognise yourself as one of these but in truth we all adopt more than one archetype and use them as we need to depending on our current situation.

 

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Here is an amazing quote from an archetype expert called Carol Pearson.

“The natural way to activate inner potential is to shine a light of consciousness upon it”

YES! That is exactly what I do in my Mindful Creativity Programmes! If you have read and completed my e-book, that is what you will have been doing as well.

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What areas of your life would you like to shine a light onto?

Bye for now,

Sophie X

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Perception

I recently visited the Ferens Art Gallery in Hull. In the foyer was this. 

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What is a pile of rocks and stones doing in the Foyer of an art gallery? Well, first of all this is a work of art. Secondly, the rocks are not rocks. They are indeed picked up off the beach, but are actually worn down pieces of float foam and fibreglass, collected by artist Alexander Duncan.

This is a challenging point in our perception of our environment: What we perceive to be products of the natural world, are in fact litter, rubbish.

Where else is your perception inaccurate?

For me it is my perception of time and what I can realistically get done. I am always overestimating what can be achieved in any hour/day/week/month/year.

I love to write, make art, do yoga, swim, and read. I read a lot and realise I will never read all the books I will want to read, because there are so many out there already and so many being written all the time.

Until I remember that in the same way, just because a book exists, it doesn’t means I have to read it.

I am not required to cover every canvas in existence in paint and beads. (although I might try!)

I do not have to visit every country in the world even if I think I want to.

This is where mindfulness comes in and helps me to be less frenetic all the time, to savour things and notice them with curiosity. This in turn allows me to see an alternative perspective. 

We can choose what we want to take as our truth.

How much of your perspective is based on what you were told?

Are you sure everything you believe is really true?

Would you like some help in finding out?

YES

If you’d like to make some friends and share your mindfulness experiences, what creative pursuits you enjoy and maybe even join in with my enthusiasm for visual journaling, join the Attentive Art Facebook group, I'd love to welcome you. 

Much love,

Sophie X