It’s the summer holidays, and after the craziness that is the end of a school year, my family find ourselves thrust into endless days with no routine (a place we longed for but now we’re here don’t know quite what to do with). We’re all feeling a bit discombobulated (love that word!)

But I’m trying to embrace the discombobulation, and this post will reflect that, it will be as we like to say here, a bit all over the shop.  It feels like so long since I’ve blogged that I’m struggling for a single topic, not because I don’t have any, but because I have too many!  Do you ever get that feeling in life? When there are so many paths you want to take that you get all confused about which way to go first, and end up standing still? 

In a bid to get unstuck, I’m leaning into the chaos and writing about anything and everything!

Bye-bye bees

The wild bee hive outside our bedroom window has reached the end of its lifespan, the new queens have flown the nest and the thrumming and humming is no more.  I miss their night-time buzzing, but I’m pleased the hive was successful, hopefully there are lots of queens out there preparing to hibernate and start their own colonies next summer.  A pied wagtail has been visiting our garden and reminding me that life goes on.

The infectiousness of a laughter

There’s workmen in our village at the moment, they’ve been there for months laying new water pipes and are now part of village life, as often happens in small communities.  I was walking past a group of them recently and they were killing themselves laughing at something, even though I had no idea what about I couldn’t help but join in, I do enjoy the infectiousness of laughter!  When they’d recovered their breath, they told me they were in hysterics at their foreman, who was asking them something in a Newcastle (Geordie) accent that they couldn’t understand.  Despite being from up North, I had no idea what he was saying either! It reminded me of my recent post about accents, and the magic of a good belly laugh.

Tiredness

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been feeling pretty tired this past couple of months.  I’m feeling the need to hibernate, and yet the summer holidays is not the time of year for a Mum to hibernate!  There’s been so much going on, and some of the creative practices that normally keep me energised (like writing) have fallen by the wayside.    I know this happens, I’ve written about it before, and I know the best thing to do in this situation is to go with it, and yet I’m feeling a lot of resistance: I’m trying to go with it, but I also keep trying to be active and creative; the combination is very draining!

Pilates and Vikings

Me and the kids have been Van Life exploring in Cornwall this week and my daughter and I found the coolest witchy shop in Tintagel (a magical place, I can recommend a visit if you’re ever in the vicinity).  They were playing some rousing Nordic chanting and it stirred something in my soul, so this week I’ve been doing my exercise accompanied by a Nordic/Viking music playlist on Spotify.  Interestingly the movements flow perfectly in time to the beat, and I feel like I’m working out in an episode of The Witcher (minus the monsters).

Synchronicities

A whole bunch of random synchronicities have been showing up in my family lately, so random they seem meaningless, but we do enjoy a good synchronicity!  For some reason, I ordered an extra tub of salt on my shopping.  When I visited my Mum, I took it because I had the feeling she might need it, and she said she’d just recently been thinking she needed that very thing!  On Tuesday, despite being in different parts of the country, my parents, me and the kids and my brother and his family all enjoyed a Thai curry for dinner, with no prior communication about dinner options!  I had a dream I was in a bakery choosing a scone with raisins and the next day my sister-in-law presented me with a scone with raisins which she’d got for me to try.  I have no idea what it all means, but I choose to believe that me and the family are very connected at the moment. 

Riding the waves

As I attempt to ride the waves of chaos showing up in life at the moment, it occurred to me that when I write about what’s going on in life, it strikes a chord with other people because they’re in a similar place, or have recently been there.  Emotions/moods/energies, whatever you want to call them, seem to move through the human population like waves, so that many of us feel or have recently felt similar things.  Did any of my discombobulated ramblings strike a chord with you today?