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My conscious life blueprint – Community & Giving

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At last, the final section of my blueprint! I’ll need to find another source of inspiration for the rest of the month…

This final section starts off with what seems like a very odd question, considering the topic.

“How can I take my yoga practice off the mat and into the world?”


I suppose I could view every surface I come into contact with as a potential mat. Forward bends at the photocopier. Sun salutations while I wait for my lunch to heat up in the microwave. Tree pose in the supermarket queue. The possibilities are endless. Maybe this question is not meant to be answered quite so literally. If that’s the case, then I’m stumped. Any ideas?

Next question – “What small upgrades can I make to my lifestyle that will positively impact the world?”

  1. Eat more veggie meals to cut down reliance on greenhouse gas-producing meat sources
  2. Shop local for the meat I choose to eat… fewer food miles and less transport stress for the animals
  3. Eat veggies that are in season instead of relying on imports – again reducing food miles
  4. Keep bees – we need our pollinators

Actually that last one is more of a large upgrade. I’ve been fascinated by bees for as long as I can remember. I love nothing better than when a bumblebee lands on me… I could spend hours watching them. I did just that during the summer – completing bee surveys for the Royal Horticultural Society. I’d love to be a bee keeper. Apart from my love of bees, I always end up smiling at the thought of being covered in bees… one of my favourite Eddie Izzard sketches.

Anyhoo, back to the matter in hand.

“What do I feel passionate about and want to support more openly?”

Menopause! Wouldn’t it be great if women going through perimenopause had a mentor/buddy who could provide support, an experienced listening ear. I wish I’d had a menobuddy when it all started. It would have saved me months of terror, imagining I was about to die of some hitherto undiagnosed medical calamity. Just think of the savings in prescription costs for all those antidepressants.

And finally, “What big community goal could I set for the next 12 months that would greatly help others?”

As I am not a fan of running anywhere (my chest takes on a life of its own, even in the sturdiest of sportswear!), I have made a deal with my daughter that we will run a 5K race for Cancer Research UK next year. I’m not interested in how fast I can run, only in can I complete the race.

Well I guess that concludes the epic blueprint. All that’s left to do is to make it all happen.


Have a wonderful weekend everyone x

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Things Can Only Get Better…

What happened to my loving, playful puppy? She’s just turned 7 months old this week and it’s as if someone has flipped a switch in her head, turning her into a grumpy, sullen teenager with a bad attitude. No longer will pup respond to commands as she used to. She will respond, if and when she feels like it, giving me a look as she does so. I’ve seen that look before from my human kids.

When we take her for a walk and let her off the leash to play, she used to come back when called, especially if I had a super-tasty treat in hand. Not anymore. She’d rather chase bees, wasps, fluff, and leaves than come back for food. Fancy that! A Labrador more interested in stuff than food.

Last week she has excelled herself, leaving a trail of destruction and dog hair in her wake. Hubby’s gardening crocs have been ragged to death. Two mugs have been stolen and smashed on the patio. Maybe she didn’t like them. I used to have a pair of crimson glass candle holders. Not anymore. And as for my garden wildlife, puppy is targeting it too. My beautiful lilac Buddleia (butterfly bush) is being stripped of it flower clusters, the remains strewn across the grass. Even the grass hasn’t escaped pup’s attention. She found another bumblebee nest and has attempted to excavate it. Fortunately for the bees, I caught her in the act and have repaired the damage.

As I write, the perpetrator of these crimes is stretched out at my feet, snoring her head off, paws twitching. I can’t help but wonder what she’s planning for this week. It’s like having a teenaged toddler in the house. We have to move everything out of reach where possible and we’re running out of hiding places. Is it a coincidence that the song playing on the radio is D:Ream’s Things Can Only Get Better? Let’s hope they do.