Last night, I experienced rare solitude during a thunderstorm, realizing the joy in being alone. Today, I’m embracing change and reflecting on my reading choices, finding solace in the bright skies. Wishing all awakened mothers a beautiful Friday.

This is completely wild to me.
On January 21st, 2024 I decided to start writing daily as a way to prioritize my mental, emotional, and spiritual health and to reclaim my identity which was lost in the title of “mother.” It was inspired, in part, by the book Little Stories of Your Life, and has become a central piece to my daily life – something I look forward to, something I long to dive into, and something that represents an honest and authentic piece of my soul. It is such an absolutely honour that more than 500 unique eyes have looked upon these blog posts and that, at nearly the exact one-month anniversary of me beginning this blogging journey, over one thousand views among my pages by those 500 plus folks. Thank you for being here. Thank you for being a part of this growing community. Thank you for sharing in this journey with me, and hopefully seeing pieces of you reflected in these pages.

Last night I was alone for quite literally the first time in three months. Yes, you read that correctly. At 21h, my husband left the house to go pick up his brother from the train station (a 20 minute drive in either direction) and with the baby fast asleep, I was alone with myself for one hour. Since my husband has been working from home since December, and since he is truly my best friend and I enjoy all the time me and my family spend together and do not find joy in going out during the day on my own, I haven’t been alone.

As an introverted spirit, I had grown to forget how rejuvenating true solitude could be. I was so busy worrying about my husband returning to the office that I forgot those pockets of moments where I was alone and enjoyed the time I had with myself. It was like my battery was plugged into a “super charger” and would revamp just a little faster than usual.

When my husband left last night, a thunderstorm rolled in. I love thunderstorms; I find them to be perfect reflections of my spirit in the moment and they always seem to appear at the perfect time, like a juxtaposition of myself in the awakening sky. And when that thunderstorm appeared, it was like my soul started booming louder than the thunder itself and said: Remember me. Remember the joy you can find in your solitude. Remember to look at these changes with fresh and positive eyes, and fall back into how invigorating this time for an introvert can be. Become friends with you again, find yourself again, find yourself in the storm. I am a living reflection of your own strength, power, and capability. Yes, aspects of this change will be harder – winds will blow in directions that you have forgotten, and storms come with surprises – but it will also be cleansing, you will have me, myself, and I: a strong trio. And remember how you love yourself, so deeply.

Also, in my book the Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady, every month she posts little mottos and proverbs, and for February I found it quite interesting that it states: “In February, if thou hearest thunder, thou shalt see a summer wonder.” I await with an eager spirit what wonder the summer will bring!

This morning, the skies are blue and the sun is piercing – a true sky example of there is always sun after the storm, and an excellent peak to the example that nature is trying to teach me. Change is hard, routine shift – especially when you are attached to them – is difficult, but you’re capable. You’ll figure it out. You’ll notice the positives in the struggles and you’ll feel the beautiful energy in the solitude. The forecast calls for rain in the afternoon but it’s hard to believe it with how bright and beautiful the skies are, right now, as I write this. I hope the rain holds because we want to take my BIL to explore Geneva, today.

I stared reading Birch, Oak, and Yew and have come to the conclusion that it simply cannot be the central book to my stack. It states that it will take nine months to completely digest this book (!!???!!) and that, like a tree, it’s meant to be worked through very slowly, meaning one month for each chapter. I can’t even wrap my head around this let alone guarantee that I’ll successfully make it through the book in one season because I’m a mood reader. If I slide out of this genre and get pulled into another, all is lost. I will, once again, need to choose a new center to my stack.

I have begun to read Tea Magic which is one of those “fun” books in my stack – not because the content is lighthearted but because I am half-in when it comes to magic. I don’t believe in spells and I want nothing to do with charms and the like. I believe in intention, rituals, honouring, and altar spaces. But magic and spell casting is not a part of my spiritual practice and it’s an avenue I am cautious about because I don’t like the dark side that this world can sometimes step into. I keep all my practice rooted in love and in light because that’s where God sits. There is no magic recipe for protection or healing, no right or wrong way to navigate what you want to manifest in your life, you just need to ask the Universe for it and make meaningful steps in the direction towards it. That’s it.

Not much else in me, this morning. I will leave things short and sweet today, and post this, as is. It’s time to prioritize a few pages before mom-mood starts back up again. Wishing you all, awakened mamas, a beautiful Friday.

xx C

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Ignore this, but it would be: the future is nothing like you expected – it is so much better. Continue to be true to yourself; the people lost along the way add nothing to your story, anyway. My title is rather fitting: there is joy in solitude.