Scottish Independence

As The Scottish Independence Referendum vote hovers to within a breath away, I’m fascinated as a Celt by the reactions around the world and closer to home.

I’ve never known such interest in my country, nor been asked outright on my views. I say views, really there is only one question, ‘are you a yes or no vote?’

My answer has been ‘It’s not that simple.’ For me there is so much we can’t see, or we are absolutely not being told. There are deals, wheels in motion, contracts and goodness knows what ceilidhing around the political homes of many. Whatever the outcome I’m proud of a nation of people who speak up and say ‘do you know what? This is rubbish, we can do it better.’

In a way isn’t this what we all want for our own lives? To big our brave and stand up for what we believe in. If Mr Cameron and his Etonian besties were to be removed from the street of Downing and the cabinets of others I wouldn’t be sad. I don’t believe our politicians are doing us proud, their best is not mine; I am disappointed in what politics has become.

There is no soul to it, no intelligence, nor entrepreneurialism; it is without conscience. Poverty, health inequalities, crime, rape, domestic violence, challenged education, fiscal integrity are at an all time low and yet there is so much light, so much positive change afoot it is time to start talking about this.

It is time for new thinkers. Our world is not what it once was, our systems are no longer correct for the way in which we live. There is potential for us all to thrive; for pay, educational, health and housing gaps to decrease; for board rooms to be equally balanced with women in power, leadership and creative deliverance from this male approach which no longer works. For this and the next generations to wield new thinking.

Ours is a time of great pain, yes, but it is also a quick moving tipping point. We know the definition of madness is doing the same thing over and over and achieving the same results, tomorrow is about breaking this habit and shifting for change. Scotland is a wobbly-legged foal standing up for the first time, finding its feet and sensing the support of its mother in her inhabitants and family.

It saddens me to think we as the UK can’t make it work, but equally if you’ve been in an abusive relationship with your lover for umpteen years and you break it off only to discover they’ve moved right next door, I’m not sure this is a good outcome either. There are positives to all options; it is about whether we can progress together or not. Our small islands are steeped in challenge, battle and blood. It’s not so long since the blood shed held itself at bay, but history has not been kind to any of our Celts, Scottish, Welsh or Irish. There is more to the Wallace cry of Freedom than we can understand, it is arguably in the DNA of some people, freedom will always be sought, independence demanded and adventures secured. If I had children I would want to bring them up to understand these values and I would expect no less of the people who took responsibility to nurture and advocate for my interests., my country Is this not a better way to describe a government? To speak of people who ‘run’ a country is antiquated and ego driven. To converse with a team of great thinkers, strategist and producers of change, these are the people I would stand beside. Scotland like a mentor or motivator is looking into the wounds of its people, staring capitalism in the face, telling the parliamentary chorus boys things are not right and I’m very proud of this.

There is so much more to this I know, but as a Celt living in London without the capacity to vote it does leave me wondering about all our futures. If any house divides there are challenges, equally a new approach can be a breath of fresh air and with only a few breathes away till x marks the spot, we’ll see what the new brings and whether we are stronger living together, or living together apart.

A little extra…

People often think their humour is bewitching when it comes to questions about Scotland, here are a few things I’ll tell you for free and perhaps some people might think twice before asking ‘Why do Scotland want to go it alone?’ There truly is so much more to the country than some people understand.

• No I haven’t ever eaten a deep fried mars bar
• No I don’t know who actually invented them
• No I don’t live on Irn Bru (this is a soda drink for those who haven’t met the orange beast and yes I said orange)
• Yes I have a tartan in fact we have a couple as we don’t all come from one single clan
• No, not all men go bare bottomed under a kilt and yes it is rude to check
• Yes I can dance jigs and reels no I don’t do this at home all the time
• Yes I can speak other languages
• No, Gaelic alas isn’t one of them, although I’d love to be fluent
• No we don’t all say och aye the noo. All. The. Time
• Yes I was educated in Scotland, our education systems are fantastic and yes I am a successful product of that system.
• Yes I’m sure I’m from Scotland, this is what some of our regional accents sound like
• Nope, English people are not beaten up in Glasgow just for being English.
• If you act like a prejudiced racist numpty then no I can’t guarantee the fiery souls of a Celt or two won’t advise you of their emotion at that point in time

There are too many achievements, discoveries and inventions to list of Scotland and her inhabitants, across all industries however here are a few:

• The bicycle
• Telephone
• Elecromagnetics
• Radar
• Insulin
• Universal Standard Time
• Field Intelligence
• US Navy
• SAS
• The first purpose built portrait gallery
• Characters such as Sherlock Holmes and Peter Pan

Todays top 10 things, which make me happy…

1. Knowing I’m eating real honey gifted from a local(ish) hive, because honey bee’s suddenly appear in the kitchen.
2. Finding out I’m not quite a bee whisperer yet and therefore negotiating with bee’s is trickier than expected…
3. Finding out because of things like honeybee’s, bird song and my singing to food whenever I cook at any home, my mommy bear tells friends her daughter is a mix of Snow White or Giselle from Enchanted. I suppose added to the fact she calls me baby bear also feeds into my fairytale inspired existence!
4. Vanilla and cinnamon candles…. every day I light one, the house and studio are with deliciousness
5. DFV dresses, a new love and the woman is a genius, hail to the curve (finally!)
6. Post it notes….all colours, shapes and sizes….the joy of scrunching them up when a task is completed is glorious
7. Long hair…well longer hair…after chopping my long hair in the post locks apocalypse that was London Fashion Week A/W 2013 my top knot will soon be reinstated…bliss
8. Clients, I adore thee, you give me all sorts of wonderful things to ponder, solve and squint about whilst finding the road map for you. I salute you.
9. Days off, I’d like one, a whole one from waking to slumber with nothing but joy sandwiched in between. I remember what they are…I think…the next one will involve mimosa’s and possibly spending the day people watching and nibbling tasty treats on the deck of somewhere like London’s Charlotte Street Hotel…
10. Being able to write a list of things, which make me happy. I’m ever so grateful life, thank you.

Not writing is hard….

It’s been a few weeks since my last piece and it is really, REALLY hard for me not to write, explore and comment on my world. I’m drawn to the keys, the stories play out in my head, I see so much more now because I’ve began to observe in a different way. I’ve listened to what I’m being asked to look at.
We are a funny old species, loving all things on hangers and shelves, filmic and sugar filled at times, drawing duvets further over our heads as we’re too tired/hungover/unmotivated/ill/sad/toxic with whatever we have agreed to hang in our cells, we wage war across umpteen self-inflicted borders, attacking one another, our children, which is unforgivable, experimenting on innocence in children whose voices are not yet defined never mind presuming they may have the strength to speak up and call out. We focus on cures, not prevention; pharmaceutical industries play the pied piper to disease after disease, creating more unrest, fear and guilt.
I’ve had to curb my news watching and listening for a short time; it’s in danger of breaking my heart, my light and me. This is its intention and our producers of ‘newsworthy’ sensationalism are alas part of the issue of consistently terrorizing and belittling our connections. Of course we need to understand what is taking place in with our neighbours, but what if we were to understand all the deeds done my our kind, what then? News was once upon a time neither good, not bad, it was just news, today it is inevitably or things poor, which we perpetuate. There is much good in our world we need to seek more of this to heal, help and prevent further destruction of our species. Now is our tipping point and for others and I the reason we are in such a reactive flurry is because there are now more of us on the side of peace than ever before, working away in all the dark curves of the world. We are the change we want to see in the world and we are making change, there’s a tiny glitch in the matrix in that where stories of peace and wonder should be are you tube clips of cats and cute things; don’t get me wrong I enjoy a cat clip as much as the next person. Just imagine if all the millions of views and sharing were for peace, for the truth of where we could be living. Isn’t that newsworthy? Something to ponder perhaps.
For every act of ill will, there are umpteen acts and stories of light, joy, perseverance and positive change, the only difference is, somewhere a team of folk decided a time ago this isn’t what people wanted to know about; tap into their fears and play there, that’s the way to communicate with the world. Is it indeed? I beg to differ; in fact I differ loudly, not only on a soapbox, but standing shoulder to shoulder with the millions of people working for and in a peaceful world. There are lots of words and names associated with such work and interestingly for those humans with increased layers of skepticism and indeed fear that there is good in all, these lovelies are likely to act out the most. They will be the nay sayers, the teasers, the eye rollers, the arm folders, the grimace faced of all your tribe and it is here our tests begin.
For me I see the good and light in all, I also see fear, concern, suspicion, but then again I see more most, not all, but certainly most of those of I meet. I see this simply because I look. I read a facial tick or fleeting mood behind the eyes in the time another would blink and potentially miss it. I read the neck itching, the internal abdominal jump and change in temperature as easily as others notice they are hungry. I hear shifts in tone; recognize when someone is using their words and when someone is speaking another’s, I feel discomfort, awkwardness and joy as if they were jumpers I was layering on. There are many people more tuned into these tiny tells than I and I aspire to move towards a greater capacity for this level of observation. People read me in lots of ways, I see the struggle to identify with my openness at times, I’ve taken a lot of crap from people who don’t like to be seen, but they can’t work out what it is about me. My approach is to see things as what they are, things or situations, which are neither good nor bad. Again don’t get me wrong there can be good or bad situations, but sometimes if you define it, you name it, make it real and make it harder to move on from. If you want your life to improve we can make this happen, if you want to keep living in fear and feeling shit you go ahead, enjoy that bed of thorns, let me know how that works out for you. No-one will thank you for it, least of all you; what if you’re hear to do something amazing, the niggling feeling in your gut telling you that you’re destined for greatness is real as are your ideas, dreams, hopes.
We share two very definitive and simple fears. The first I’m not good enough, the second I don’t deserve to be loved. From here everything spirals up and out into one world or another. We may live and share one planet, but we are each living in very different worlds created in part by our experiences and the duality of experiences that the current decision makers wish us to live. Say yes to your gut not a conflicted politician.
I’ve been told many things and will continue to be; I hold many stories in me, they are amazing, courageous and brave. I’ve been gifted much joy and I work for it as well. The people I know inspire my life, my stride from point A to be B, they make me want to continue to improve, be stronger, fleeter of foot and creative, to love fully, live truly and always connect. When you step out into your world today see the good, find the joy and switch the news over, pop the kittens down for a minute and search out a good news story, check out what wonders your species is achieving. Be the change you want to see in the world.

Positive Days Challenge Day Five, the final three from me to thee

I’ve loved this little challenge, I don’t think challenge is the right word to be fair it’s more of a gift than anything and today I can enjoy nominating three people to enjoy this present.
So as far as this writing goes here are my final three…

1. Waking up already listing what I’m grateful for, add to this my hands were also in prayer position and you have yourself someone with a new positive gratitude habit baby.
2. Yoga, I’m off to see my teacher for a 121 today and I am eternally grateful for the lessons I’ve learnt thus far and continue to learn. After the weekend I’ve realised how very far I’ve progressed and it has renewed my energy for consistent primed action steps. I’m grateful to all my teachers, guides and mentors, thank you all.
3. Love, love, love, all of it filling my heart and body, my life, home, relationships, writing, business, health, wealth; tumbling, spilling, spiralling, swirling, floating, connecting all of us together.

With love in mind I am showing myself further self care and will be signing off from writing for a couple of weeks as I’m committing to editing my debut book, Love Perfumes Inside Here; writing and editing at the same time are like being pulled by willful horses in opposite directions and I’m giving myself permission to stay still and enjoy the editing process. It’s a little like being engaged to be married; you need to enjoy every second as the fiancé stage is over in a jiffy.
Watch this space dear ones, the book, she is arriving very soon and I hope you love her as much as I do.

Positive Days Challenge Day Four

A Sunday, filled with experiences and learning, some of which I don’t necessarily have to repeat…
Today, the three things I am thankful for are,

1. Car Boot Sale in the South of London; today I witnessed more miracles in seconds than I thought possible. The short version of this morning is Mr S and I packed up the car to head out and enjoy selling items we no longer had use of. As soon as we entered into what can only be described as the gladiator pit of boot/yard sales our goods and we were swarmed upon. Human after human came clambering ant like onto the goods, the car, into the vehicle, into our space and further inside our own private space. I was surprised and overwhelmed, flabbergasted and joyful, it was bloody amazing to behold. The turning point was when somehow someone had found my bag and emptied it, and then they brought all my stuff to me including my phone and various bits and bobs. ‘ How much do you want for this stuff?’ She asked. ‘ Oh,’ I replied, ‘Um actually that’s all mine.’ Quick as a tribe can gather a circle of women defending me gathered around me. “That’s the girls things.’ Said one. ‘ Good God, ‘elp her out.’ Said another. ‘Listen girl look after your things you silly girl. ‘ere we’ll ‘elp you.’ And so it was that a group of strangers became my matriarchs and they watched out for me as vulture after vulture swooped in to grab, peck and potentially steal; these kind strangers held me in their hearts and protected me; from a car boot sale. Yes you read it right, from a car boot sale. Moral of the story? Be who you are, heart and eyes open and folks will help out if you let them.
2. Donating to charity post car boot sale, always a gift and a blessing
3. Digging up the carrots you are going to eat in 15 minutes with a friend in their garden. Delicious.
Blessed be on this Sunday, until tomorrow day five.

Positive Days Challenge Day 3

Day Three

I kid you not it is really hard for to only nominate three things a day I’m grateful for, I can’t say it’s always been this way, well I’ve always been thankful, just not as consciously as I am now blessed to be. I wonder what life is like without gratitude and loving mindfulness; I know I’ve come along way when I consider these elements of my life. Where once I read many meanings into the things people said, now I read none, I enjoy conversations at face value, if I think there’s a duality to the words I ask for clarity. I’m celebrating how far I’ve come in designing and shaping and shifting my life, it’s a full time job, but what a job; beautiful, loving, generous of spirit I’m letting my soul shine bright. Give it a go and be the change you want to see in the world.

Today, the three things I am thankful for are,

1. A long lie as it’s Saturday, which wasn’t actually a massive long lie as I woke up at 8.30, it’s more the fact it’s the weekend and I didn’t have to be awake if I didn’t want to.
2. Home made maple syrup pancakes with roasted banana and French roast coffee. Yum.
3. Playing in the park with my beloved. As in swinging from trees on gymnastic rings, hugging trees and sitting cross-legged on mamma earth watching the world go by. Bliss.

Happy Saturday, until tomorrow.

Positive Days Challenge – 2

Day Two

As you know I live my life in conscious gratitude, as I walk around wherever I am in the world I run my gratitude lists and have been doing this for some time. Before I go to sleep I give thanks for the day and on waking I’m always appreciative of a good nights rest, dreams, morning messages in my mind and the gift of the day ahead.
Yesterday was no exception in terms of events to be grateful for, the three things I am thankful for are,

1. Not being able to actually get into Marianne Williamson’s last minute talk in London, as she hopped out the car opposite my friend and I addressed everyone, said hi and hopped into the venue. Said friend and I went to enjoy a bite to eat, then a glass of champagne at The Covent Garden Hotel Bar, who should walk in Marianne and her team. We sent a drink over and as a result spent some time with the lady herself, all smiles, warm embraces, my copy of her latest book is now bursting with her beautiful loving hand written words and we have the in on the her next surprise adventure to London. I’ve loved Marianne’s work for years and have always looked forward to the date we’d meet, yesterday was that day and it was AWESOME!! If you don’t know her work check it out, she ran for Congress this year, her goal to bring consciousness back into politics. The woman is a legend.
2. At the bar, my chum and I were talking about having a decadent girls night out, dressing up and bringing a touch of the Middle East to London. Then I found a 500-dirham note, randomly, which paid for our drinks with change.
3. I found a Native American Indian necklace my mommy bear gifted me some years ago; I’d misplaced it in the recent de-clutter of 2014 and there it was on my dresser as if it had been there all the time, knowing me it could have been there all along… It’s my latest good luck charm and will be frequently found around me in the coming days and months as with it I met Marianne and more.

For these wonderful adventures, family, friends and charms I am incredibly grateful, who knows what wonders will arrive today. Blessings to you all.

Positive Days Challenge – 1

Positive Days Challenge

Day One

Today a beloved kinsman nominated me and two other friends to take part in a social commentary project, which is bobbing about Facebook at the moment, you may have seen it, it asks folks to write about what makes them happy, grateful, thankful and of course this is right up my street, rue and avenue.

The rules of engagement are simple.
1. Nominate three chums
2. Invite them to write three things they are thankful for once a day
3. For five days
4. On the fifth day nominate some of your chums
5. Enjoy!

Today, the three things I am thankful for are,

1. A beautiful nights slumber, waking to dappled sunlight reaching through the horse chestnut tree in front of our window and morning smiles
2. Watching a short documentary on the Burning Man festival, told by Emily Fletcher, actress and founder of Ziva Meditation and being reminded of all that is humanly possible; everything is possible, joyfully, beautifully so.
3. Running water, drinkable from the kitchen tap, washable from the showerhead and brushable for my teeth in the bathroom sink.

For these three things and many more my entire being, soul, heart and all my cells are entirely grateful; until tomorrow dear ones, until tomorrow.

Treasure Hunters

Sometimes relationships can feel so easy so simple you wonder why everything in the world cannot be this way. Some chums and I have set sail on a little adventure, the ease of which is so joyful we know we are bound for great things.
Ease of approach, shared values and a love of strategy between said treasure hunters makes for further simplicity in developing our ideas and our maps. The project isn’t about money it’s about helping people find a certain type of information based on our research and our questions to other people ‘what do you seek?’ We’ve researched the gaps and found another little niche to dive into as winter approaches. The waters may be getting colder, but the pull of the outcome is strong and hot.
I’m not calling this a start up even though technically it might be, I’m calling it a smart up; together we’re taking our smarts combining them and serving something fresh. The added bonuses, we are made up of artists and manager/leaders with entrepreneurial flair, a rather marvelous combination of natural talents, ideas and business savvy. If you want to succeed then the best crew on the planet is needed.
A plan has been hatched, thinking and development time is in play, design and content afoot, shared values and language underpinning; we know what we’re cultivating and this makes for an exciting treasure map. We have our X, we have a plan, we’ll travel one degree at a time.
I’ve had a chance to share and flair in manner of a cocktail yielding bar tender Business Master and will continue to do so. My own business is evolving, the outlines of my dreams are colouring in and soul sister journeys are riding along beside this treasure hunter ship in manner of beautiful sea creatures, mer-folk and dolphins. The hunt is on my friends and I’m finally at the helm of my adventure, standing side by side with my beloved and our crew of treasure hunters. Our heart songs yield the same tune and our sea shanties are in time with the north winds and ocean waves as we sail towards our prize islands and beyond.

How do you know when you’ve had a good idea?

Within Business Mastery (BM) we learnt a lot, there are more sophisticated way to say this, but a lot sums up my child like enthusiasm for the whole adventure. We were given oodles and oodles of tasty thoughtful treats, gifts of knowledge and how to utilize our knowledge build action steps out if and take massive action towards being the best version of ourselves and our businesses.
Two such treats, what is business? Simply put it’s innovation and marketing. This means finding out what your customers want, asking can you do it and if you can give it to them. As I wrote earlier this week don’t give people what you think they want, give the customer what they actually want.
Innovation has been a buzz word across many sectors for a long time and can often illicit a rather empty feeling when only the word is used, but the ideas are withstanding, so how do you know you’ve come up with a good idea? You’ve done your research, you’ve sat in your thinking space, you’ve asked really great questions and thought around everything you can, you’re notes tumble around you and your writing hand aches with the effort of capturing everything on paper, of everything is front of you what’s good and what’s meh? For me it is literally the light bulb moment.
I trust my knowledge, the research, the process, my mulling time as I call it when I’m commuting. Wherever I am, the great ideas feel as if they come from the back of my brain and push through into my minds eye, I see them clearly, I sit up straighter and blink repeatedly. Sometimes I get goose bumps, other times my heart rate increases, sometimes I get both and occasionally a head ache, it’s always followed by ‘That’s it,’ and I know it’s the idea I need.
How do you know what a good idea, in fact an outstanding idea? Where in your body do you feel it, see it, sense it?