by Krista | Feb 26, 2020 | Summer
Slowly but surely I’m getting back into the gentle rhythms of a life not marked by one catastrophe after another. I’m learning to breathe deeply again, to relax my shoulders and unclench my stomach and be at peace instead of desperately trying to keep afloat as towering waves crash and smother.
It takes time for a body to adjust to the security of knowing that our land is no longer in mortal danger, our animals are not on the cusp of death, and our community is no longer withering away before our eyes. You don’t realize how much energy is expended hanging on for dear life until you loosen your white-knuckle grip and see that the roller-coaster you’ve been on has stopped, the ground is steady underfoot, and you really can start to rebuild.
I love looking out my office windows each day to see the hills and fields covered in lush, green grass, vibrant weeds, and succulent herbs. Even after 3 weeks of this wondrous beauty, it is still a delicious jolt, a glorious surprise.
I miss seeing the kangaroos and wallabies grazing side by side with our sheep and goats, but I’m overjoyed to know they’ve gone back into our bush, safe and sound, with plenty of grass for them to feed on and leafy trees and bushes for them to rest under.
The wild birds that came during the drought have stayed, and we love having them. We toss out birdseed for the big ones and finch seed for the little ones and every day we are rewarded with the arrival of double-bar finches, zebra finches, satin bowerbirds, top-notch doves, wild ducks, and magpies. This morning they were joined by sparrows – the first ones we’ve seen in ages.
We love having our cuppas on the back veranda, watching the birds hop, swoop, and dance as they feast in the grass and bathe in the birdbath until the geese arrive, honking and hissing, to stake their claim.
We don’t know when the next rains will come, so we’re letting the farmyard and paddocks run wild, watching them get tall and thick so we have food for our animals through the winter. It is rather wonderful to wake up early in the morning when the wildflowers open and see the paddocks full of them, tiny shimmers of blue, orange, purple, yellow, and white in a sea of green.
We’ve let the gardens run amok too, excited to see what comes back, what reseeds itself, and what starts producing again. Tomato, berry, and pumpkin vines form a tangled and prickly web that requires careful stepping when I harvest. Leeks are getting tall and fat, eggplants provide a vast umbrella of leaves for the jewel-like purple and white fruits that dangle underneath, and the capsicums have finally started producing beautiful, plump peppers. Herbs that went to seed during the summer heat, drought, and smoke have returned in a haze of seedlings – basil, dill, mugwort, lemon balm, pineapple sage, and others I haven’t managed to find yet under the forest of weeds.
Our land looks wild and unkempt now, and I absolutely love it.
I feel myself rebuilding along with the land, animals, and plants as I recover from nearly a year of severe illness, surgery, and hospitalizations. I get so excited to feel my muscles grow and strengthen, my mind clear and calm, and see my calendar steadily fill with projects, meetings, and consultations that delight and challenge me instead of overwhelming and tiring me.
I’ve purposely rebuilt slowly, quietly, so I didn’t take too much on and end up back where I started. I’ve clarified what I want to do, how I want to do it, and who I want to do it with. It feels so good to be working with people I respect, enjoy, and trust.
My business partner, Shaun, and I have been working hard on a new website for the work we do. Until recently we’ve been happy to take on projects by word of mouth, but now we’re ready to grow and expand and we’re having so much fun putting together packages, designing our site, and choosing how best to share our work so it connects us with kindred spirits who share our love of creating thriving online spaces for businesses and bloggers. We hope to launch this week and I promise to share it with you.
I’m so grateful for this time of my life. This welcome and longed-for season of rest, renewal, and growth. Life is always sending crazy situations and encounters that unsettle or upset us, but it also sends amazingness. Today I’m especially thankful for the lovely people I’ve met, delightful opportunities for learning and adventure, and treasured chances to get to know myself better and get more comfy in my own skin. xo
by Krista | Feb 18, 2020 | Summer
It is a wonderful thing to feel at home with oneself. To feel safe and loved, comfy and at peace. For most of my life, I didn’t know what that felt like. My inner peace always hinged on whether those around me were pleased with me, approved of me, and validated my choices. When those affirmations were taken away, my peace went with them.
Not anymore.
When my health collapsed so catastrophically last year, I had a choice to either continue flailing about trying to find outside approval or to call myself home and build a place of security, peace, and unconditional love inside my own heart, mind, and body.
I chose to return home.
Such journeys are innately lonely, for they require separation for a while, sometimes a long while, so the lines of communication, trust, and truth within ourselves can be reconnected, sometimes reforged from scratch. I spent a lot of time alone, first in a hospital bed, then at home on our farm, time spent getting comfortable with silence, time learning to listen to my own voice.
Bear was incredibly supportive, encouraging me to take all the time I needed to ground and settle myself in this coming home process. Sometimes he would sit quietly with me, holding my hand, just looking out at the trees and fields. Other times he’d pop in just long enough to bring me a cup of tea and a quick smile before leaving me to my silent retreat. He is a gift to me.
Such journeys are also choppy, going in spurts because life doesn’t stop for extended quiet. It barely even makes room for brief moments of silence because there are people to look after and jobs to do and chores to finish and animals to care for and things to mend and commitments to fulfil and laundry and dishes and cooking and, and, and. But I knew I needed it, so badly, so I made the time.
I said no to mostly everything. I withdrew from every non-vital commitment I had made. I cut back to only essential work. I let my closest friends know what I was doing so they wouldn’t feel slighted or abandoned. And I scheduled my days so there was always time for silence, somewhere, somehow. I let go of other’s opinions about how I ought to be spending my time and allowed others to step capably into spaces I had previously filled. In every way I could I became unnecessary to the outside world so I could become vital to my inner one.
My treasured silent moments became like links on a chain, strong and sturdy, forging a deep inner strength of mind and spirit that is not easily shaken by outside forces. No one can see it inside me, but I feel it, anchored and sure, vivid and powerful and alive. Such inner fortitude is a fog-clearer, a decision-affirmer, a path-clearer. It makes my friendships dearer, my work more satisfying, the future something to be excited about instead of dreaded.
Being at home with oneself is to always have a port in any storm, a safe place to land, a lovely dry cave of safety and silence where you can hear yourself think, work through knotty problems, and emerge with clarity of purpose.
Now I know the symptoms of wandering too far from home – insecurity, anxiety, nightmares – and when they pop up, as they always will in this wonky life we live, I can return to silence and call myself home again.
It is awfully wonderful to come home. xo
by Krista | Feb 6, 2020 | Summer
A gentle rain is falling softly and I’m looking out from the back veranda at what has been for so long an endless stretch of dry, parched ground void of any plants or grass. Now it is a sea of dark, damp earth with islands of bright green grass and wild herbs slowly but surely getting bigger as they inch towards each other. I hope that one day it will all be green again, the soil restored, the land healed, recovered, and vibrant.
I hope the same for myself. No, I don’t want to be green, but I will love to be healthy, recovered, and vibrant. That is my dearest wish in spite of everything life has hurled at me over the past year.
I had hoped that would begin at Christmas, but instead, I caught an uncommon virus that robbed me of my voice for most of the past 6 weeks and gave me blinding headaches, nausea, and caused me to randomly tip over thanks to inflammation of the inner ear. After finally getting through the hospitalization, cancer, surgery, and recovery of last year, the arrival of this virus was a kick in the gut. Combined with severe drought, the threat of bush fires, and all the difficulties those events entailed, it has been a rough time.
In the past, I would’ve downplayed how hard it has been, quickly shifting to all the good things I’ve learned through it. But not now. Hard is hard, pain is pain, and when life is difficult there is no sense in pretending otherwise. It’s right and good to be sad about sad things, to be discouraged and frustrated and overwhelmed. I know I won’t stay that way. I know that after the weep and the whinge and the woe-is-me-ness, I will take a deep breath (or ten) and feel better and braver. My courage will return, I’ll find light in my darkness, and I’ll be able to make something beautiful in the midst of the awful.
And I am.
The virus is a weird one. My doc told me it is nasty and lasts a long time but that it ebbs and flows until it finally ebbs away completely. Somehow, this helped me. Knowing that I would have a few good hours or even a good day now and then made all the difference because I could plan happy things for those good moments, little adventures that would comfort and delight me and make all the bad stretches easier to bear.
Since those moments have been scarce and unpredictable I wanted to make the most of them, so I wrote a list of things I love best that didn’t require any talking. At the very tip-top was being outside – forest, mountains, water – and that is what I planned for. When the good moments came, I was ready.
- I put my hiking gear within easy reach.
- I kept my car filled with petrol so it was always ready for last-minute adventures.
- I researched hiking trails in our region and made a list of options according to my strength levels.
- Not Much – sit on a bench in the rainforest.
- A Little – 15-minute walk to a mountain stream.
- Pretty Darn Good – 1-hour trek through the bush.
Being voiceless and ill for so long can be terribly lonely and isolating, but getting out in nature, taking pictures of beautiful places, feeling strength return to a body that has been through the wars, makes a huge difference. Even a few minutes can yank me back from the brink of self-pity and grief and remind me of all that is good and wonderful and worth fighting for.
Bit by bit I’m getting better. 8 months ago I was stuck in a hospital bed unable to stand, walk, or even sit up by myself. 6 months ago I had my head cut open to remove cancer. A few weeks ago I stopped falling over and regained my balance. Last week I did my first solo hike in the mountains. 4 days ago I got my voice back, albeit a bit raspy and creaky. I’m deeply grateful for this progress and look forward to the day my head incision finally heals, my muscles are strong, and the last vestiges of this virus disappear.
In the meantime, I continue to embrace a quiet life.
Even though my voice has returned, the doc said to use it as little as possible so it can heal completely. I cherish silence in ways I never did before. After the initial frustration and discomfort of not being able to communicate verbally, I now enjoy our very quiet days of naps and book-reading, bird-watching and drives in the country. I’ve heard all sorts of new stories from Bear since he’s the only one who’s been able to talk, and it’s rather nice to hear him tell me all the details of his day and the projects he’s tackling and dreaming about. I’m getting pretty good at charades-style communication, much to Bear’s amusement and total confusion and I’m thankful to lovely friends who don’t mind doing non-verbal things with me like going to the movies, reading together, and going for walks.
We are deeply grateful to friends far and near who have supported us so kindly and faithfully over this past year. We are eternally grateful for the money you’ve sent to help keep our farm going while we hope and wait for the rains to come and end this horrible drought. You have comforted and cheered us through your emails, texts, and care packages, given us hope when we were hanging on for dear life, and shown us what true love and friendship look like. When I look back on this incredibly difficult year, it is your love and care that I remember most clearly.
by Krista | Dec 6, 2019 | Summer
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird –
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
I love these words by Mary Oliver. So much. When life feels wobbly and overwhelming, I read them and remember my work: love the world, be astonished, mostly rejoicing, grateful.
I want to hug that little word “mostly”. It leaves room for the other parts of our humanity: grief, pain, loneliness, fear, discouragement, exhaustion. It allows for hibernation, retreat, and rest. It reminds me that life is never “only” anything. It’s never only happiness or only loss, never only abundance or only panic. Even in our greatest joy, we feel the tug of sadness, and in our deepest pain, there are little kindnesses and beauties to give us courage.
So, no matter what, each morning I wake up, pull on my boots and go outside to look for things to delight in. Dogs rolling gleefully on our 2 strips of green grass, tomatoes ripening on the vine, and goslings splashing in the trough, their feathers aglow in the first rays of sunshine shimmering over the horizon.
And it helps. It helps me to have those beautiful and joyous images in my mind when we figure out how to manage on only 6 litres of water a day, how to feed animals when hay prices are 10 times what they were before the drought, and how to prepare for our future when there’s not a drop of rain in the forecast.
When things are especially difficult, I grab my camera and go out and record good things so I have tangible proof that all is not lost, that we will make it another day, another week, another month. We go for drives in the countryside and point out all the ways the amazingly resilient people in our region are not giving up. They’re looking after each other’s animals, opening their gates to wildlife for water and feed, digging dams, tilling fields, and putting in bores. They’re promoting each other’s businesses so they don’t have to close down, spending precious money on coffees and lunches to keep local cafes open, salvaging shower and dishwater to ensure a few plants and trees stay alive a bit longer.
Struggles are so much easier to bear when you know that others are in it with you, looking for solutions and doing their best to make things better.
Creativity and deliciousness also help me feel like our little world is a bit brighter. Bear is of the same mind so we’ve been doing all sorts of projects that delight us. He’s been working on a beautiful medieval chair and a rather fabulous dagger with a fierce wolf’s head on the handle. I’ve been wood-burning and baking and hauling out favourite decorations to make my office extra cheery for Christmas.
For my birthday, Bear took me to Costco and got me a membership card. It may seem like a little thing, but to me, it is pure bliss. We had so much fun together wandering up and down the aisles finding all sorts of treasures from decadent French truffles and Italian cheeses to dried cherries, Scandinavian ginger biscuits, and a box set of Enid Blyton adventure stories. Every day since then has been made a bit brighter with a nibble of this and a smidgen of that as we sit on the back veranda with our cuppas and see who can spot the most interesting birds or the most kangaroos.
I’ve also been experimenting with herb-infused cocoas. I love hot cocoa for Christmas, but here it’s far too roasty-toasty for such things, so I’ve been making iced versions.
I’ve made lavender iced cocoa, rosemary iced cocoa, and, our absolute favourite, spearmint iced cocoa. It is so refreshing and fragrant and makes a blistering Australian summer day feel a whole lot closer to something resembling Christmas.
I use my treasured, Only-For-Special-Occasions Van Houten cacao powder because it is so luxurious and divine that it doesn’t need any milk and only a hint of sugar to bring out the flavours. And, since cacao is a natural mood elevator and anti-depressant, it is the perfect thing for cheering the spirits and giving a bit of oomph to the courage we need to face hard things and do a bit of rejoicing. xo
PS – if you like cacao powder as much as I do, you might also like my Dark Chocolate Cranberry Pudding or Dandelion Mocha.
Spearmint Iced Cocoa
(serves 2)
Ingredients:
- 2-3 cups water
- 2 Tbsp Van Houten cacao powder
- 2 tsp white sugar
- 2 large sprigs fresh spearmint leaves (2 tsp dried)
- ice cubes
- 2 small sprigs fresh spearmint leaves (garnish)
Directions:
- Place water in the kettle and put the kettle on to boil.
- While it’s heating, place cacao powder, sugar, and spearmint leaves in a heatproof container. When the water has boiled, pour over ingredients, stir well, and leave to cool.
- Place ice cubes in 2 cups, divide chocolate mixture evenly between them, stir well, top with fresh spearmint leaves and serve immediately.
by Krista | Jan 8, 2019 | Summer
Learning to make a vision board is simple and fun and a wonderfully creative way to set goals and dreams.
But it is also a deeply personal process that requires self-awareness, courage to display the truth about ourselves, and the strength to prioritize what is meaningful to us.
What is a Vision Board?
A vision board is a visual reminder of what we value, a gentle nudge to our subconscious to look for ways to bring our values to fruition.
It can keep us focused on goals, help us stay true to who we are, and inspire us to reach for Big Things by taking tiny steps in the right direction.
Physically, it is a board (cork, foam, cardboard, or wood) covered with a hodgepodge of images, words, and various pieces of detritus that remind us what we value, what we want to experience, and what we want to do, make, acquire, learn, etc.
Vision Boards are reminders of what is most important to us.
How to Make a Vision Board
Choose the right setting for you
Making a vision board is a personal project. The images, words, and items you curate will be meaningful to you and you alone. It’s not about shoulds and musts and have-tos. It’s about quieting your mind and environment and letting your innermost wishes, dreams, hopes, quirks, and fancies bob up to the surface. No judgment, no coercion, no raised eyebrows, tsk-tsks, or doubts.
This is the time to let your inner child do the creating, giving full flight to whatever delights you. This is the time to trust your gut, your intuition, that inner voice that says, “YES!!! I LOVE this!!!”
I like to make my vision board by myself and not show it to anyone until I’m done. This allows me to answer only to myself and not let my vision board be colored by the opinions and ideas of others.
Other people thrive on making them with others, enjoying the collaborative process. If you do make your vision board with others, just make sure that they are supportive cheerleaders who will affirm and delight in whatever hair-brained idea you stick on your board.
Collect, Collect, Collect
To make a vision board, you need images, words, and little things that can easily be affixed to your board.
Throughout the year I pick up beautiful old issues of magazines from thrift stores or library sales. I go through them at my leisure, cutting out pictures that do one of the following:
- conjure up a feeling I want to feel.
- depict a skill I want to acquire.
- display a place I want to go.
- remind me of a topic I want to study.
- convey an experience I want to experience.
- showcase something I want for my home/farm/life.
- contain words that capture something I value or want to develop.
- advertise classes or workshops I’d like to take.
I also collect other little things and keep them in a special drawer, box, or big glass jar:
- found objects from nature: rocks, feathers, seeds, dried flowers, shells, bark, etc.
- mementos from travel that remind me of places I want to go or return to: flags, key rings, postcards, brochures.
- things that remind me of craft projects I want to tackle: bits of fabric, ribbon, buttons, wool, or string.
- colorful paper prints.
- recipes or techniques I want to try.
Collect Your Supplies
To make a vision board, you will need the following:
- a large board (cork, foam, wood, cardboard, etc)
- images/words/things to represent what you love.
- scissors
- tape, thumbtacks, pins, small nails, whatever you need to stick things to your board.
Take Your Time
Making a vision board is not a quick project, at least not for me. As I rifle through the stacks of images, quotes, and bits and pieces I’ve collected, I find that things I valued 12 months ago have altered significantly or disappeared altogether. I like to sort through those collections and get rid of anything that doesn’t resonate with Now Me.
I lay everything out first, shifting and replacing as needed, and then start pinning/taping things into place.
I like to leave some blank spaces, or fill them in with colored bits of paper that can be replaced by new images/words that I find over time. Know that you can change your board at any time to suit any changes in your belief system, worldview, career, or relationships.
Be Gentle
Sometimes the process can be quite emotional as different images trigger memories from the past, or the mere process highlights what you have lost, broken, or missed out on. Sometimes I need to take time to grieve, to forgive myself or someone else, to admit I’ve strayed from what matters to me or put precious energies into things that don’t matter one bit. It’s all OK, and part of a lovely process that can lead from regret to unabashed joy as you refocus on the things you treasure most.
Have Fun and Dream Big
This is dream time, hope time, what-would-I-do-if-I-could-do-anything time. You may not know how you’re going to do it or if you even can, but that’s not the point. If it makes your heart swell, stick that baby up on the board.
If you’re flat broke and barely making ends meet, but the thought of going to Italy or France makes you giddy, put up an image of the Eiffel Tower or the Amalfi Coast.
If you can’t draw to save your life, but the sight of an image of paints and paintbrushes elicits a happy sigh, stick it on.
If you want to learn Russian or wood-carving, take a self-defense course or make cheese, study Viking runes or make croissants from scratch, put those things on your vision board.
Place Your Vision Board
Your vision board is YOUR work of art, a visual representation of your dearest wishes, greatest goals, and quirkiest delights. Put it in a place of honor, a spot where you can see it every day and be reminded of what you’re working towards and planning for. As you ruminate on what you DO love and value, the other things will drift away, making more room for the things that truly matter to you.
I have mine on my bedside table, leaning against the wall next to my reading lamp, polished stones and sparkling crystals, flickering candle, and a little bird figurine. I see it every morning when I wake up, every night when I go to bed, and each time I see it, something else stands out and strengthens my resolve and restores my hope.
The images and bits and bobs mean nothing to anyone else, but they are precious to me. I’m the only one who knows what they represent and what they’re guiding me towards. When I get overwhelmed and stressed, it does me much good to sit awhile with my vision board and remember what I love.
What is one thing you would like to put on your vision board? xo
by Krista | Jan 3, 2019 | Summer
It’s a gorgeous summer morning, clear and sunny, quiet and still, baby goats and lambs running and leaping about like adorable but demented marionettes before the sun comes up and they make a beeline for the shade. The cuckoo clock is ticking steadily and the fan is whirring gently as I make my first cuppa of the day. I love these peaceful moments before it’s time to feed animals and start the to-do list.
The drought continues here, but, thanks to Bear’s foresight in putting in a bore and extra rainwater tanks, we are OK.
I put extra drip hoses in my gardens this year, and they’ve been amazing, keeping things alive when there’s not a lick of rain for weeks on end. Even in drought we have fat leeks, abundant tomatillos, and beetroots the size of softballs. Rainbow silverbeet, tomatoes, and fresh dill add colour and deliciousness to our scrambled eggs in the mornings, and mounds of pineapple sage, lemon balm, and spearmint make the most refreshing and nourishing iced teas. These things cheer my soul as we watch the grass shrivel and dry.
I’ve been harvesting a lot of seeds from the garden this week: dill and Romaine lettuce, sweet white onions and sweet peas. I’m steadily filling glass jars with our own seeds to use for cooking and planting and preserving, adding them to kitchen shelves already lined with home cured olives, pickled cherries, and innumerable jars of chili sauce. It never fails to give me a thrill to see something I made or grew all by myself. I feel like a little kid waving a hand-drawn picture as I proudly show Bear a jar of this or bottle of that.
I spent most of the holidays in self-care mode. I was exhausted, burnt out, run down, all the descriptors of “please don’t make me move” that you can think of. It was a dickens of a year with so many of those moments that felt like, “This, this will be the one that does me in.” To my utter astonishment, they didn’t. I got to Christmas bedraggled and battered but very much alive, with a glow in my soul that comes from battles fought and battles miraculously won.
Self-care was the thing that got me through that whole ghastly year. Five minutes here, an hour there, they made all the difference in getting me from one day, one moment to the next. As Christmas loomed ahead of me, I knew I just needed to get there, I just needed to finish, and all would be well.
And I did. And it was.
I slept. I napped. I sat like a zombie. I went to my healer and talked with Bear and read good books and wrote and painted and drew and made smudge sticks, then slept, napped, and zombied some more. And slowly my body relaxed, my mind calmed, and that long-dampened spark inside started flickering, stronger and stronger until it was glowing like the sun.
I started work again yesterday with such incredible joy and excitement because I did something I didn’t realize I was allowed to do: I asked for help. I don’t know where I got such a fool notion that I had to do it all by myself, but it nearly did me in.
Not anymore. Now I have help.
I have 3 sub-contractors who are smart as whips and jolly and kind to boot. I have an accountant who dazzles me with her skills and has taken my financial fumblings and made them sleek and manageable. I found a lawyer who is amazing at drafting the documentation, terms and conditions, and contracts I need to run an excellent business, and a business coach who is helping me build the processes, emotional intelligence, and support systems I need to run a business peacefully, happily, and successfully.
Help. It makes me teary every time I think of it.
There are moments I wish I could’ve learned this 20 years ago, but then I forgive myself, again, for not knowing what I didn’t know.
I know it now, and I’m flourishing in the knowing. xo
