Showing posts with label The Red Dutchess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Red Dutchess. Show all posts

Monday, 23 January 2017

Our Lives are in Constant Motion...


I always feel like I’m on a unicycle, trying to gain
a balance in my life; learning and studying what moves it takes to gain that balance. Yet, it’s the very process of ‘finding’ the balance that consumes our lives...

We as individuals have a diverse set of conditions by which we live. These Conditions of Worth are set by those around us and ourselves. Most of the time these conditions are not talked about or simply not consciously acknowledged, but they are palpable in every household, society, school, etc. 
For Example, I always thought that 'I will not be content and successful until I graduate and have my graduation photograph on the wall between my brother and sister’s graduation photographs.' 

However, that being said, my parent’s never once put pressure on me academically, they always told me that my best was enough. It was myself from which the pressure came.
It’s surprising how we measure ourselves against the Conditions of Worth we set ourselves because most of the time these conditions manifest from what we see others doing.

People live and work within superficial mind-frames that only focus on how they can be better than others, rather than just bettering themselves. This is because they’re trying to find that balance within themselves, even though they’re not conscious of it. 
We would benefit from thinking about what it is we want, what part of us needs fulfilling.
I find that people yearn for substance in their life, and they think that alcohol and societal status, material gain and wealth is the answer. But it’s not.
I am a girl who loves her clothes and shoes and makeup, and I love shopping, but the feeling of buying something new is short-lived and the ‘buzz’ soon wears off... I know some people can identify with this, whether they like to admit it or not.


"Stand up in the midst of the turbulent water of life and regain our balance."


What I do find fulfilling is looking inward and listening attentively to what my soul and mind needs.
It’s important to attend to your holistic health, because when you tune into your mind and body and soul you will then begin to master the art of balancing your life and you will realise what matters.
Our balance depends on our values, adhering to them so that we know where we stand in the face of adversity and trial instead of being consumed by thoughts of ‘what will I buy when I get paid?’. 
Our values affect our goals, our decisions, our beliefs and behaviours. It lets us become more self-aware, to nurture ourselves and to understand ourselves so that we can rejuvenate.


Stephen Cox, the writer of the blog Balanced Existence, writes that “the waves come in, break and recede. Then they roll on in again. Instead of fighting and being tumbled painfully ashore, feel the waves coming and ride them out.”

So let me ask you to think of something...

➜Imagine yourself standing on the shore of the ocean, faced with the constant motion of our lives (the waves), and think of the waves as the changes of life.
Some may be small and others will come and crash into us, changing our position  and setting us off balance. To regain that balance we must be strong in our mind, our soul and our body. 
Being holistically strong and aware of our values, allows us to stand up in the midst of the turbulent water of life and regain our balance.


Wednesday, 13 May 2015

The Streets of Bavarian Germany

You'll find that when you go to Nuremberg, Germany there is an overwhelming beauty in everything, from the architecture to the food. A city steeped in Bavarian history, you'd be mistaken for thinking it was a film set from a Christmas movie, or a little cuckoo clock scene.
I've been to Nuremberg a lot of times and this time I went for my boyfriend's birthday as he lives there. As a vintage soul, I was delighted to discover that there was an antique market taking place all weekend. So I'm sharing with you the beautiful aspects of the city and all that the markets had to offer! 
I hope you enjoy!

































 
My other blog posts from my previous trips to Nuremberg can be found Here 1 , Here 2  and Here 3

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Wednesday, 22 April 2015

The Sting


On sunny mornings I’ll usually stand in my garden and breathe in the smells of the new Spring.
This morning, following this routine, I walked out into my garden and saw a huge bumble bee sitting on the garden table. I walked on, and then stopped in my tracks, stopped by some force of nature, and returned to where the bee was.
I instantly remembered about the time I wrote an article for local magazine, Local Women, for the Valentine’s edition. In my unconventional way I didn’t write about romance or love, well love in the traditional way. I actually wrote about how St Valentine is the patron saint of Bee Keeping also.  In the article I chat about how bees are integral to the existence of mankind. No bees, no pollination, No food. 

Albert Einstein once said “If the Bee disappears off the surface of the Earth, man would have no more than four years to live.’’

Upon remembering this reverence for the bee, I owed St Valentine, I had a duty.
So I looked. The Bee, not moving at all, was quite possibly dead. The cause of death? A mystery.
Standing in the dewy morning in my mis-matched pyjamas, and a child-like freckly face to match my child-like curiosity, I bent down and observed the situation in my Sherlock inspired inspection pose. I suddenly remembered that I heard somewhere that bees can become exhausted and to give them sugared water to revive them. With excited anticipation to see if the theory worked (my own little scientific experiment) I went into my kitchen, got sugar and some water and put it on a teaspoon. I went back out and sat the teaspoon down right in front of the bee. No movement.
I pushed the spoon further towards the bee and poured out some of the liquid onto the table. A tensed few seconds passed under my held breath.

There it was, the movement I had been scanning for.

The Bee, faded and slow, began to soak up the sweet water with what looked like a long straw and a little tongue bobbing in and out on the end of it. 


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I had never been so close to a Bee before.
The Bee sucked at the sugar particles, and at that I remembered ‘Honey, we have honey’.
I ran back into the kitchen to retrieve the honey and brought it back out, put a dollop in front of the Bee and stared in amazement at how this bee reacted to the honey as if it were a drug he was in withdrawal from.

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Not five minutes after giving the bee the honey, my close observance was interrupted with the instant buzzing of the bee. He moved, stretched his legs, tested his wings, and at that he flew off…
When the bee flew off I felt a sense of happiness that I was able to help this creature revive and continue its path in the course of nature.


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It also made me think of something else. It made me think of people. It made me think of the people in my life who I’ve given my help, time and love, just as I had given to this Bee. And like the bee, they leave.
We have people in our lives, some come and stay and others go. This bee today, upon leaving me could have stung me, but it didn’t. Some people, upon leaving our lives, do sting us, without us previously never knowing that they could have such a poisonous sting.
Why, if we give love, the rich sugar and water of our lives to these people, do they hurt us and leave? Why do these people, on this Earth, stop by in our lives, take of us our resources, what they need and then just unexpectedly leave?
What do we do?
People who are stung and hurt are often left feeling foolish for investing so much time and love. They feel that they are empty because they’ve no longer the sweetness or vitality that they once had, because they shared it with someone who was no longer there.
What should we learn about such circumstances?

We need to learn that it’s not a shame to have dedicated your best self to another, it’s indicative of the kind and sweet soul that you are. The shame lies in the person who stung you.

Learn that just because we are stung, it’s not necessary to sting back. It’s more necessary to stay as the person you are, the giver of the sweet life that revives.

I’ve learned that upon feeling the pain and hurt from a sting, I found myself being revived by another sweet and pure soul who invested their time in me.

I’ve learned that I could never sting a person who revived me, because I know all I need is already in front of me.
I’ve learned to stay true to myself, and the right people will come into your life to stay.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

My Birthday

It felt so special to spend my birthday in Australia, and being in such a beautiful city like Melbourne I knew my birthday would be like none of my previous birthdays.
On the eve of my birthday my brother, his girlfriend and my boyfriend and I had dinner in a rustic restaurant called 'The Boathouse' in a place called Mooney Ponds, the next suburb from where my brother lives. I knew my birthday had begun once my brother surprised me with a Chanel bag, and inside it was a voucher to spend in one of the Chanel shops in the city. Chanel is my favourite designer, not only because it's a luxurious label, but because of the story behind the name, and the incredible woman who built the empire. For me, Chanel is art.




The next morning I woke up totally forgetting that it was my birthday until my boyfriend wished me a ‘Happy Birthday’ and sang to me in one of his many amusing accents. Highly entertained, I set off to begin getting ready as my boyfriend informed me that he was taking me to a place that required quite an elegant dress code, I was so excited because I had no clue where he was taking me.
I wore my makeup heavier than usual because I knew I’d be out all day and I wanted a dramatic look as it was my special day. 


I decided to wear my dress that I bought in the night markets the week before. It's from a beautiful brand called ‘Grandma Funk’ and I bought a few other things from them before I left. They're an amazing group of people. I wish I could buy their entire shop. The brand name basically sums up the style as it’s unbelievably chic, elegant but with added funk. Check out their page here- Grandma Funk


The Man

Chanelling in my inner Blair Waldorf
Still not relenting to my constant questions about where we were going, my boyfriend took me to get the train and at each stop pretended to get off, until we actually got off at the ‘Parliament’ stop, which is basically the chicest part of the city. Whilst walking through the gardens he stopped and pointed to the most luxurious building, The Windsor Hotel, and said “We’re going for Afternoon Tea’’. I squealed as I knew it was Australia’s most highly-esteemed hotel with Beyonce having stayed there during her tours. After I settled myself down and maintained a decent level of excitement we entered The Windsor. 





We were greeted as if we were Beyonce herself and were led into the Tea room. We were given a flute of fine Champagne and encouraged to pick the kind of tea we wanted. I typically chose a strong black tea and my boyfriend enjoyed his coffee. We were then brought out the most ornate display of finger sandwiches, desserts and scones. After 'ooohing' and 'ahhhing' over the explosive flavours and textures of the desserts I found myself being induced into a sugar coma until I was surprised with a 'Happy Birthday' dessert from the staff, it was so special and I did actually eat the Macaron, with the help of my boyfriend.




Pina Colada Cup

Madagascar Manjari Chocolate Mousse

Vanilla Strawberry Slice


Internal thought- "How the hell am I going to eat this"



After the afternoon tea my boyfriend and I explored the hotel and enjoyed reading the history of how it was built and prevailed over the previous years, I loved feeling like royalty on my birthday.

After that experience I was then faced with the beautiful prospect of going into Chanel and spending my voucher. I had my mind set on one of the unisex scents exclusive to Chanel boutiques, and therefore not easily accessed. After much deliberation over which scent to choose (poor sales assistant) and sitting down due to being dizzy with smelling every fragrance (my boyfriend included) I settled with 'Coromandel'.






A beautiful sight
We then went and had the most delicious dinner in an Italian restaurant called 'The Spaghetti Tree' where I was presented, again, with a birthday dessert. But oh that didn't stop there, on the flight back, and a teary parting from my boyfriend, I was victim to another birthday dessert because my boyfriend had informed the airline that it was my birthday and 30,000 ft in the air I enjoyed another beautiful dessert.

Flying high dessert

I had a beautiful and meaningful day spent in a beautiful country with amazing people.

I hope've enjoyed this little insight to my birthday and how it was celebrated.

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