Because it’s never too late.
Hello!
My name is Teresa and I write for women who are seeking a more intentional, self-fulfilling, and creative lifestyle. After years of meandering, seeking validation, and procrastinating, I realised that only I can take my steps to becoming true to myself. I invite you to take these steps with me, so that together, we may find our way to a gentler way of discovering and treading our paths.
I hope that you will see how being further along the road of adulthood, is a fresh start. I hope that you are ready to really start living, for your beauty to shine, and your many gifts to finally manifest themselves, now that the rehearsal is over.
Do you believe that you made the wrong decisions in your life?
Perhaps you are where I was before I began to pull back the weeds from an overgrown path and started to explore an unconventional path, a different way of taking up space in this world. Perhaps your decisions were the right ones at the time and brought you much happiness, but you have changed and want to explore who this new person is today?
This is a home for all of us who have ever thought that it was too late
I’m muddling along but am trying to look after my needs, my passions, my integrity, a stylish cosy minimal home, and a sense of self. I want to share what helps me, how I go about things, and any tools I pick up along the way. I also want to learn from you, so that the sum of our parts creates true magic; so that we step forward with confidence and optimism into the world we call ‘our future’.
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A Poem
Secrets are the silent cells that weep wetter than eyes
He imagines he sees a woman walking away from him. Her bare white feet leaving frosty prints in her wake. Long tendrils of white iridescent hair escape from under her hooded cloak and fly untamed behind her.
How do you tap into your creativity? Whether we are embarking on a new project, or we are seasoned in our craft, we can often get into a pit of ‘stuckness’.
What should I write about? (or paint? Or sew? Or compose)? I feel like I have exhausted my well of interesting ideas and there’s nothing left to lift my soul, nor that of others.
I have strategies that might help, one of which I would like to share in this post: the focus on senses. This is a deep dive into the juicy pool of sensory pleasure and exploration, focussing on smell as an example.
It was time to bid her ‘farewell’. She walked away until only their fingertips touched, the image of her sister slowly fading, until the mists that separate them grow too thick and heavy with opacity to see.
We have many choices. More resources than ever for whatever we might need. There is an option saturation that keeps us looking and depletes our time.
Finally settling for one choice would help. Only if this didn’t keep us worried about keeping our options open since we might be missing out on something even better.
Believe me, there will always be critics, hovering, waiting for an opportunity to strike. You will face rejection; your writing will not be accepted; your project is given to somebody else; your painting is still waiting for a home; no one is eating your cake.
I was very lucky recently when a friend offered me the use of her woodland lodge for a night. I arrived early and left in the evening the next day. As I stepped onto the balcony and found myself engulfed by trees and birdsong, the emotions that spun through me were palpable. Totally alone, immersed in nature, I could almost hear an almost silent tinkle of fairy-dust showering me with lightness and clarity. The rush of excitement danced with the calm of tranquillity and the blend was a perfect partnership.
If you feel that you will not measure up to your own expectations, be kind to yourself. You may be clinging on to lies about your abilities because that is safer: if you allow yourself to acknowledge positive truths about your potential, you simultaneously risk experiencing the shame of failure if things do not go to plan. So we step back and stay in that safe place. Often, we are our harshest judge and jury, but please hear that someone else will drive that car and have that amazing trip, regardless of whether or not we put the key in the ignition.
I would like to buy a bench, said my husband’s Mum.
My husband is a headteacher and had sent out a request for donations towards a lovely garden area for students. It would be a place for them to meet, chat, and enjoy a few moments during break and lunch.
My mother-in-law was very clear that her donation was to buy a bench. It meant a lot to her and I questioned why it had to be a bench in particular?
There was an entire story in her response