Falling in Love with Minimalism

Spring – A time for rejuvenation and renewal.

I openly discuss my love affair with ‘spring cleaning’ and ‘de cluttering’. Whilst I am not a fan of labels, I have come to embrace that of being a minimalist – well, one in the making.

A little over a year ago, we moved from our tiny ‘baby house’ that we had out grown with a walking toddler to a full sized family home. With it came the temptation to quickly fill it with things – furniture, art, stuff. After all, what was the point in having a bigger space with less things?

Our baby house was filled with our past. It was the first home shared with my husband and the first home I had after living with my family. I had never moved and felt the need to hold all of my memories within my possessions. As we packed to move, I started to feel suffocated by my things. They were no longer providing me happiness or meaning but instead they were creating an environment of frustration. I could never easily reach for things. Opening a cupboard could be an OH & S issue and my mind was often distracted with needing to ‘clean up’ because ‘stuff’ never looks tidy. I had mistakenly believed that being organised meant I needed to have everything on hand and prepared for a ‘just-in-case’ scenario with ridiculous just-in-case items – 40 billion shopping bags anyone??

The temptation to fill our new home quickly evaporated – stuff didn’t provide me happiness – instead it was distracting me from living.

The bigger space instead presented us with something far more beautiful than ‘things’ – it gifted us with mindfulness, gratitude, appreciation.

Our home has most importantly provided the space for clear thought and tranquility – our haven to come home and breathe out the day. It has replaced chaos with calm – busyness with quality family time and inefficient time with productive time – like writing or having a soothing, soul nourishing bath.

Visually, our home is calming. Each item purchased is carefully chosen –

Does it reflect us? Does it add value? Do we love it? Is it essential?

It has provided us the opportunity to ‘hunt’ for unique treasures, items that reflect who we are and what life we want to create.

It has provided us with a comfortable amount of space to celebrate events and life – to have family and friends around to enjoy being together – life’s important treasures…The soul of the home is already etched with memories of laughter, love and happiness.

Having a relaxed home has also given us the gift of adventure – the ability to step outside of it without the guilt of choosing to ‘go out’ over cleaning – the expectation of having a spotless house. There is minimal effort of maintenance with minimal clutter. It also provides a beautiful space to return home to with a heart full of adventure.

So in this moment, I can peacefully enjoy a cup of coffee – each sip without the distraction of needing to do something in this moment because I have replaced chaos with calm and life has become a whole lot more manageable.

~ F.P

 

Life, dreaming and what I have come to learn

On the eve of my 30-B birthday, I started compiling a list of all the lessons I had come to learn along those 30-something years of life. I struggled, not because I couldn’t come up with a list but because it just did not do justice to the thoughts of my heavy heart on this day – and my life isn’t really about lists.

In my quiet moments of reflection, I have packaged by thoughts into a nutshell and this is what I have come to learn:

Life is amazing – Life is too amazing not to be authentic about it …

… About who you are 

…About what you like 

…About what you do.

It’s okay to feel it – It’s okay to say it – It’s okay to do it (generally).

 

The rules are the ones we create for ourselves. Let’s for a moment replace rule with general guideline. In the practice of law, we often refer to issues being viewed in context and on a case by case basis – nothing is a one fits all approach, arguably, the only way upon which we can assess life circumstances on a case by case basis is if we are present in our own world. It’s easy to feel as though we are dragged through life and running to keep up. Things in life will happen – we may be seeking a higher meaning to justify a negative life event – to ease pain and sadness by blaming the universe – if this works, sure, why not! Blame the universe… full moon, life moves in cycles, there is a greater purpose… one door closes for another to open. Some things will never have an appropriate justification and you will be angry without direction and that’s okay – but whatever the life circumstance allow your soul to heal. Breathe through the sadness and give your heart the time and the nourishment to heal and to keep moving forward.

Feel confident enough to ask yourself the hard questions – does this life fit me? Are there things in my life that are counter productive to my happiness? Are there other things that I want to do and can do? 

It’s equally okay not to have all of the answers – It’s okay to have some answers – It’s even okay to have the answers but you haven’t implemented any changes. The reason it’s all okay, is that you are at the very least being an active participant in your life. That’s the authenticity in it.

This is life – your life – Own it – All of it, even the parts that aren’t fantastic or flattering or life events that make you cringe when you think back to your own actions. Own all of it because that is part of your life’s history and your blue print – it helps to shape your world, of which you get to choose how your life is shaped.

Today as I sit here… at the age of 32, I distinctly remember in my early 20’s thinking that I couldn’t wait to be 32 – It was an age I had come to believe would be the age where life would fall into place or everything would be figured out – I am confident enough with myself to allow the roaring laughter at naivety  – I probably have more questions than I did at 19! Again, that’s okay – I am likely to have even more questions at 42, 52, 62…

At 32, life is full of questions, hopes, aspirations, vision boarding, dreaming! All of these blissfully romantic thoughts sit along side the domestic life in my brain because at 32 my life is also full of clothes patiently waiting to be washed, a daughter who is fiercely independent but needs mummy cuddles (on her terms obviously), a thoughtful and loving husband, my awesome tribe of my dearest family and great circle of friends… my work, my writer dreams and glasses of wine for those challenging days…

 

Today will look different to tomorrow. Life will keep happening – whether I have caught my breath or not. I will continue to be shaped by experiences, both the positive and the challenging and that’s okay.

 

I work at life everyday to be in it and to steer it and to make it a life that I continue to feel blessed to live in all of its messy, chaotic and authentic glory!

 

~ F.P

Winter… and why I love it…

Winter

Winter mornings are crisp as the windows line with frost and the days are filled with long stretches of rain. Any sunshine appearing is like a promise from the universe that the warmth has not forgotten us.

This dear friend’s is our Melbourne winter.

Mother nature is incredible and whilst the warmer months are conducive to the surrender to nature in allowing myself to be swept up in its beauty and glory, rewarding us with bursts of energy, I remind myself that winter deserves a respect in the very minimum for balance. If we didn’t have these long enduring winters we would not have the fantastic summers!

I had previously written about summer and the way in which our lives respond and adapt. Given I don’t play favourites (I say as I am rugged up in winter socks, a blanket and the heater full ball recreating a tropical summer) I take a (reaaaalllly) long moment to reminisce why I love winter…and here goes:

– The rain pelting against the window during the evening is like a melody and even more so when it’s the lullaby lulling you to sleep.

– Summoning up your 7 year old self and splashing in puddles!

– Hot jam donuts!!!

– Toasting yourself with five blankets and the heater so hot you need to wear a tee shirt!

– Winter soups and comfort food!

– Watching t.v series marathons and movies – and not feeling guilty about it!

– Wearing thirty layers of clothing and feeling snug.

– Getting to snuggle into beautiful woolen scarves.

– The colours of rainbows after a storm.

– Hot chocolates! Any hot drinks… time to experiment!

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/82/85/cc/8285cc4247b1062fcc34b8237738d1e7.jpg

– The snow and all the fun that comes with it!!!

– Roasting Marshmallows

– Ice skating!

– Warm, fluffy socks

– Wearing awesome boots and jackets!

– Long hugs and holding hands!

– The smell of fresh air!

– The smell of rain approaching…

– Watching the Tour de France…

– Playing Board Games!

– Hibernating and catching up on sleep!

– Tea!!!

– The genuine feeling of absolute relaxation because it’s waaaaay too cold to do anything else.

Everything in balance… and while I cannot honestly say I’m not longing for the warmer months that are summer… but when we return there I will no doubt be wishing for the cooler months to grace us again, but in the meantime, I am embracing all of the beauty and simple happiness that comes from the basic things in life…

Grab a blanket, a cup of tea with the magic of honey, lemon and ginger to fight off those nasty colds and snuggle up to catch up on some much needed rest and relaxation… because in the wisdom of a dear friend… the bears have it right with hibernation… and we will need all the energy stored when the warmer months return again…

 

 

~ F.P

Hooray for Spring…

Spring ~

The mere thought creates a lightness within my soul.

There is something truly magical about the transition between the seasons ~ there is something particularly special about the transition between winter and spring.

Images of pretty blossoms, the warmth of the sunshine, bright and uninterrupted blue skies dance within my mind. The smells of the freshly cut grass, of the spring trees all immediately calm my soul.  Spring was made to allow our souls to soar in adventure and playfulness.  It is our reward for surviving the harsh conditions of winter we are forced to endure.

 

As I shed my winter self, I stand upon the grass barefoot.  My breath digs deeply into my chest as my feet embrace the grounding.  Spring reminds my body to reconnect with the earth.  My face is bathed in the warmth of the sunshine. The gentle, warm breeze licks my cheeks as my eyes remain closed.

My life source is being recharged and my soul has thawed it’s way back to life.

Here’s to the season that truly makes my soul dance…

~ F.P

Commuter Etiquitte & the recommended Commuter Survival Kit

If there is one thing train commuters have in common, it’s that every single one of us has a minimum of 3 crazy, I-can’t-believe-that-just-happened experiences.

Just like many Melburnians, I am a work commuter. On average in a week, I spend ten hours – just under half a day on the train! That is a whole lot of time! But for those of us curious about human behavior, this time gives for ample opportunity for observation. And boy does it deliver! Just for clarification, I am no a psychologist.

First and foremost, commuter etiquette is entirely time dependent. This may sound odd, that’s because human behavior on the train is often that; odd, unusual, surprising and entertaining.
Take a morning, peak hour commute (6.30am to 8.30am)(during the day time, the level of ‘woooaaah reeeally?’ can hit a whole new level), you have a number of scenarios playing out in pockets of the carriages. You have people eating breakfast; women (and some males) applying their face of make up for the day. You have conversations between people who have coordinated their commute, however in the often near silent journey, their conversations are amplified. You have the sleepers who desperately seek the window seat as something to lean against. You have the readers and their ever changing facial expressions in response to their material; you have the students shuffling through their school homework, all crumpled and then re-shoving it in their bag. There are the workers, busily and stressful typing away on their laptops. The Facebookers who scroll away through news, games and gossip to occupy their time. If you listen (often without any attempt), you will hear the music preferences of those around as well as personal conversations people must make and regardless of how quiet they are – and to those commuters, don’t be fooled – we can all still hear everything!
So after 8 years of on the job, observational experience, these are my tips on etiquette.

1. Minimization.

I refer to your luggage that you haul with you on the train. Be mindful that should you wish to be seated in the normal seats, the allotted space to you is the space between your legs on the floor and whatever you can hold on your lap. That is all. Not the seat beside you nor those in front. Should you require more train real estate, you may be required to stand. Or deal with the deathly glares of the standing commuters.  For those commuters who are lucky to live close enough to the city destination, yet cursed with the ill fortune of having to stand as there are no available seats during peak hour, commuter etiquette is still applicable.  Should you wish to read standing, be mindful that you are not forcing your fellow commuter to read the same materials you have virtually shoved in their face.  We are all aware that while your body is learning great balancing skills in not falling on your face and onto your fellow commuters when the train unexpectedly sways and I concede it is very much a skill to ‘train surf’ within the carriage, there are designated locations to hold on.  Here is where the important train etiquette comes in – be mindful not to lean against the pole, taking away opportunities for others to hold on for dear life; move down the carriage if there is room – there is nothing more annoying than hearing someone yell from the train platform to ‘move down the isle’!  To those yelling to push people down the isle, be conscious that they may not have something to hold onto…

The message of minimization is to be conscious of your personal space and to know that sometimes on the commute, you won’t even be afforded that much space.

2. Eating Consideration

Be considerate of your breakfast choice. We are all hungry when we have no time to scoff our breakfast before leaving the house, however perhaps opt for less poignant options. How about just a solid suggestion of no eggs! Simple. Whilst any other food source is acceptable, let’s take that back to basic – eat with your mouth shut. Simple.

3. Hygiene

Learn about your personal hygiene. Basic. If your nose is running, blow it! With a tissue! Especially in winter! To sit for an entire train ride to hear someone trying to catch their escaping nose occupants with a full and hearty snort that turns the egg eater off their breakfast may be karma against the egg eater but stomach turning for the rest of us. Further, overt nose pickers minus a tissue will be stared down with laser beam death stares. Public service announcement: Carry tissues at all times! It should be part of your survival kit for public transport (you will find my survival kit recommendations below).

In regards to your body odour, my basic tip on etiquette is one simple rule.  Shower. Shower.  Shower.  Apply deodorant – after you shower.  I’m all for living liberally and appreciating the environment and saving water, however I find it near impossible to hold my breath for a 50 minute train ride because my nasal passages are heavily assaulted by the waft of your lack of hygiene.  For those with genuine body odour issues, I apologies if you take offence with my honesty and lack of sensitivity, however I cannot tell the non-washers apart from those with issues.  In the overall scheme of the issue, I am trapped in a confined space unable to breathe.

4. Personal Grooming

Be considerate about what personal grooming you engage in. Make up application is (in my opinion) inoffensive. I particularly find it fascinating watching a beauty make over during my train ride (I inadvertently run commentary in my head like those extreme makeover tv shows). However, do not confuse make up application with such activities as cutting your nails, shaving unwanted hair and plucking eyebrows (although the latter is borderline for me)… There is nothing more concerning and disgusting than shielding yourself from rogue cuttings flinging all over the place!  I am considerate of the personal choices for the use of commuters time, however there is a clear line between getting things done on the train that saves time (ie. eating and make up application) and things that should be carried out in your personal space such as cutting nails and shaving…no idea how that is ever acceptable…

 5. Human Consideration
This next part will take you back to the time when you were in primary school and your parents or teachers would give a lesson on basic human consideration.  Respect those around you.  On the train, I am astounded by how many people turn away and pretend to be so occupied by their phone or the window to avoid eye contact with the pregnant lady or the elderly passenger.  It frustrates me to no end that able body people who are heading into an office where they will be sitting for the next 8 hours, cannot give up their seat for someone who actually needs it.
Common sense unsurprisingly plays a huge part in how random strangers are expected to interact in a confined space – but that is somewhat more of the exception than the rule.
Commuter Survival Kit
Now, I hear you scoff at such a suggestion, however just as every boy (or girl) scout is ready for any situation, as a commuter the very same rules apply.
You can never be too prepared for a train emergency of varying degrees, whether it be a very delayed train; a train cancellation whilst you are on the train and you have to walk a distance; a runny nose; a sardine packed train carriage or anything really – the possibilities are endless!
Here are my suggestions for your very own Commuter Survival Kit:
1. Always make sure your phone has enough battery – you never know when you will need to:
(a) Call work to tell them you are running late;
(b) Call home / friends / appointments to tell them you are running late;
(c) Call someone to collect you when the train literally refuses to take you any further;
(d) Call someone to keep you awake on the train in fear that you will fall asleep and drool on the person beside you;
(e) Entertain yourself with Facebook, Pinterest, games and all the other magical ways you can waste time on the train; and
(d) To provide you a space of personal music concert if you have music on your phone…remember the headphones!  Been caught out many times without the headphones – and before you ask – unless you are open to criticism from the entire train carriage and willing to play music that everyone likes and will enjoy – no headphones no music…
2. Have paper material to read in the event that your phone has died and staring out the window will not entertain you for long enough.
3. T I S S U E S !  I cannot stress this one enough – basic!
4. Hand sanitizer – post commute – sometimes the old trains leave you feeling like you need a hydro bath!
5. Sensible shoe options!  I recommend thongs or ballet flats in your handbag.  This will allow a quick change over in the event you are forced off the train and need to walk a fair distance.
6. Warm clothes – all year round.  If you are fortunate enough to be a window sitter, there is the most awful blowing cold air that rains down on you for the entire commute!  It’s almost just the compromise that if you get window seat, you get the coldest part of the train..
7. Always remember to bring your manners!
Happy commuting!
~ F.P

The Tapestry of Melbourne Commuters…

The crisp air of the morning hangs subtly in the face of the deceiving glow with the rising sun. It is early. Melbourne is waking from a restful slumber as the train station begins to fill with pre peak hour commuters. Standing patiently, I watch as lights come into view, slithering along the tracks. The train slows and eventually comes to a halt.
Beep Beep Beep

The train sounds in quick succession. The circular button on the door is surrounded by lights, beckoning those on the other side to enter. A woman standing to my immediate right is already leaning across me, frantically pressing the button without waiting for the light to come on. The doors are barely opened and the woman is already jumping through them without taking notice of the commuters trying make their way onto the platform and out of the train. As I step aside allowing them to exit, a man steps in front and barges in without any thought to me standing there. Subtly shaking my head in a disapproving manner, I make my way onto the train. The train remains near empty. The ridiculously early time means that there are many seats available…everywhere.

I take my seat by the window and settle with one bag on the floor and the other on my lap. I take out my Kindle and scroll through the saved books until I find the spot I left off at. The silence in the train is pleasing at this hour. I refrain from filling my ears with music and immersing myself in a land and time far from the environment I currently find myself. The silence gives my mind space to concentrate on my reading, a very rare occurrence on the train.

We slowly take off, briefly stopping at each station along the way. Three stations later and the train environment is dramatically altered. Three young school girls enter. I hear their loud giggles and amazingly quick speech long before I see them. Whilst I enjoy the sounds of giggling, their energetic conversation is loud enough to also be enjoyed by the entire train. The gossip is distracting. I re read the same sentence 6 times before I concede defeat. Staring out the window, I watch as the morning sun starts emerging from behind the heavily pregnant clouds. The rays stream through in orange and pink streaks. I allow my minds eye to dance along the possibilities in life generally and smile. My vision is captured by the graffiti art that lines the fences facing the tracks.

The girls stories are too loud to block from hearing and without intention, I try to follow the stories of Maddison and Katie and all of the other girls that came with colourful and not all flattering descriptions.

As we move from another station, a larger man takes the seat and a half in front of me. His breathing is laboured and he settles into his seat, leaning his hand against the window he immediately falls into what appears to be a deep slumber. The laboured breathing immediately becomes a low, rumbling snore originating from the depths of his throat. Attempting to return my attention to the book, I am astounded at the noises emerging before my eyes, assaulting my ears. Testing my level of tolerance, I take a breath and slowly exhale trying to focus on my own breath in an attempt to block out the disturbingly unhealthy sounds. This is a level of tolerance I have not yet attained, regardless of all the years I have practiced meditation. Standing by my belief that everyone has the right to regulate themselves, I retrieve my ipod as a means to save my morning sanity.

Closing my eyes, I hope the train speeds quickly through the remainder of the journey. Opening my eyes moments later, the gentle sounds soothing my mind stop abruptly. Looking down, my ipod screen is void save for the offensive bolt of lightning indicating the battery life has run out. The snoring, amongst the loud chatter of the woman beside me on her phone and the other school children have invaded my peace.

Looking around, the obvious tapestry of Melbourne commuters is represented on this train.

One woman watching a music video without the assistance of headphones for all the train to share in…

One eating an interesting train breakfast choice of eggs and bacon…

Those talking in loud volumes on their phone…

There are the commuters staring…

Many actions appear without regard for the remainder of the train. This raises a question.

Are the behaviours of the commuters indicative of the approach and disregard they have in life and allthose that surround them…

Interesting thoughts about the extent of the quality of peoples attitudes, attributes and approaches to life… are they genuinely negative and nasty people…

In the powerful words of Mahatma Gandhi…

Be the change you wish to see in the world…

~ F.P