Integration is a doing word
sometimes called "poetry" written by the ocean.
My husband moved our office desk.
From the cosy corner with the brick wall background to the expansive sky seat.
Now I can see the sea as I write.
I’ve included a photo for you below…
A huge thank you to
for the suggestion… We recorded a little interiors DIY surgery tour here if you fancy a watch. I’m slowly working through Hannah’s suggestions. One thing out of sight was some holes I needed to fill with polyfiller. I would have written about it if I’d done that job or not.✨
Home
I love this home, our home. We have lived here for nine years yet I have never seen the sea as I’ve written or worked.
I see it lots of times through the day; whilst washing up through the kitchen window, tidying the studio, out of the corner of my eye…
….but I’ve never sat by it with this view to write.
We have binoculars on the desk - an invite to see fantastical creatures closer up. Maybe search for new lands to live on.
Today, I’m bringing conscious attention to write by the sea… to see what bubbles up and casts waves my way…
I am also sharing with you a short poem that fell out of me on a drive back from a sea swim with friends on a hot day…
Let’s start there…
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The Seaweed of me
There is a wild woman.
She lives in the sea.
From there she sees landscapes in soft curves.
Wide smiles from beneath the ‘to do’ and ‘to be’ lists.
Free from what came before
And what’s after too.
Free from the heavy chains of words barbed and sharp.
Free from all of most everything except for this moment.
A goddess, an angel, a gift here on earth.
There is a wild woman.
She lives in the sea.
The wild woman is you and she is might also be me.
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Wellbeing, creativity and integration…
A summer of deep knowing and understanding…
It’s interesting to have claimed the title of ‘slow lived entrepreneur’ in the past. Interesting to me now because I feel like things sped up. Pockets of slow yes but all in all fast, faster and then gone.
There’s a pace to entrepreneurialism that is beyond what you set out to control. Your brain is asked to make MORE decisions, respond in more ways to different problems and it’s all (on the whole) glorious!
But there’s the part that meets motherhood and gives me whiplash most days.
I literally cannot be in the same space as all of it at once yet I am a lot of the time.
My phone is on silent but I check and there are over twenty notification, the air fryer beeps telling me it’s hot enough, the kettle boils for a reason I’m not sure of, the door goes… I can tell who it is by the knock.
I catch sight of a book I meant to read, paperwork I meant to file, a charity bag over flowing. The builders are packing up outside, the children are arguing, the TV is on, my husband disappears to do a job. I trip over someone’s shoes, again.
And then none of it is true and I’m in my own silent retreat at the spa or swimming in the cold north sea with friends, drinking a cup of tea that tastes of spice and comfort. That’s where the slow lives; that’s where I’m truly alive and integrating the things that went too fast.
That’s where the slow lived entrepreneur lives, that’s where she’s home.
Claire
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Better for your circadian health to face a window, too :) Looks like an inspiring place to write and you are making good use of it!
Oh to have a view across the sea! ❤️ I adore your poem, I see that wild. Xxx