Transformation

Cabin No. 2

It’s been almost a year since I ended my marriage.  A year full of twists and turns, highs and lows, chaos broken by a few moments of calm.  My beautiful yoga teacher Marianne Wells once said, the magic of life happens in that quiet moment between breaths.  The silent pause at the end of the inhale, just before the exhale.  Those words stuck with me and I clung to them often during the last 12 months.  Desperate to find answers in the stillness.

I found that same sense of peace and clarity at my sister’s cabin.  My safe haven, on a little lake coincidentally named Little Lake.  This gem is shaped like a heart-not a perfect heart  but one that is a little jagged and rough around the edges.  A heart shape similar to what I think mine must look like. One that is strong because of its flaws, that allows the light to shine through because of its cracks.

My best memories of the past year have happened at The Cabin.  Road trips with my tribe, holiday celebrations, birthday parties and quiet walks. Sipping wine by the fire pit, watching my kids enjoy our long ass Canadian winter on the frozen lake, epic puzzle competitions and finding my way back; to me, to my kids, to my family.

To love.

My life today looks nothing like it did a short while ago.  I feel aligned.  In sync.  Not just with the world around me but with myself.  That authentic self.  The one we try to suppress. To bury. To hide.

This March my sister bought Cabin No. 2.  Located on the same property as The Cabin, this new place will continue to provide our family with many treasured moments. And just as I went through my own personal transformation, so too will this little cabin, on a little lake.  I am excited to watch how my sis and brother in law will work to find the character inside these four walls and bring it to life.

You can view the progress by following @cabin_no.2 or “capture the unknown”  at Mother Nature Lures 

minimalism

Creating (Even More) Space

I teach a workshop a few times a year on how to cultivate more space in both the  physical area around you (home, office, car) as well as removing some of the mental clutter we all carry.  Using yoga as a means to explore our relationship with stuff, we work towards letting go of attachment.  The result is often a desire to simplify schedules and routines, to get rid of the clutter and an inner journey that leaves my students thinking about old beliefs, toxic relationships and ultimately leads them on a journey towards self love.

I thought I had this minimalist thing pretty locked down. In 2014, I did a massive purge of my home removing almost 70% of our stuff.  I recycle, de-clutter and donate on a regular basis.  But we are always a work in progress and this past year has taught me a lot. As my marriage of 10 years came to a end, I realized I too was holding onto to some inner baggage and needed to challenge old beliefs.  And so I did what I always do in times of turmoil.  I dug deeper into my personal yoga practice, surrounded myself by my tribe and prepared myself for the work.  Personal transformation does not happen without some heavy lifting and so I bunkered down to prepare for the storm which was now my life.

I am lucky in the sense that I place a lot of faith in the Universe.  I also have some very deep connections with a few select people who hold my foundation together when I feel as though it is about to crack.  And I have children, who despite what life throws me are always my biggest fans (and still need to eat, require drives and remind me daily that I have a job to do as their mom).

A week ago I moved out of our family home and into a condo.  From 2600 square feet to just over 600. And so the de-cluttering process began again.  After weeks of looking at my personal belongings through a new lens, very few items made the cut.  Amazingly the more I released, the more energy I began to feel.

Over the last year I have had to let go of what I thought my life was going to look like and embrace the life I am meant to be living.  I have peacefully said good bye to my home, my married name, some friendships (and a few that let go of me) and have parted ways with a lot of my belongings.

By doing this I have created more space for the people, values and things that truly matter to me.  And I now believe love grows best in little houses.