To all the wild women 💕 This is a beautiful post, Claire. I've wished many times that I could write facing the view, whether of the water, mountains or green, but the scale of the light overwhelms my eyes and I can't see my screen. Seeing uses up a vast amount of brain resource, especially seeing something rich in detail and movement, like the sea. It so overwhelms my ability to concentrate. Think I'll have to stick to my dull corner, taking plenty of inspiring sea seeing breaks.
Aww 🥰 sea breaks sound nice. The ocean is like a 10 min drive from me so it’s not distracting from where I sit. Daydreaming of when the builders stop making noise next door though 😂
I lived in Westcliff on sea in Southend 2020-2021, I was a block from the seafront and could see the sea from my bed and balcony. Then I moved to Whitstable and had the penthouse apartment on the harbour 🌅 stunning! I miss it so much x
How beautiful that you’re able to access the wild woman within when you have a moment to notice. It’s such a gift when we can remember our own inner wilding amidst the chaos of daily life💛🙏🏼
Love this passage: "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."
Ooo I absolutely love how this all led to the concept of integration, the fast findings integrated within the slow. And your poem, ahhh speaks to the core of me💜
I laughed at the kettle - not knowing why it was boiling 🤚🏽
Beautiful poem about the sea ✨
love the poetry of the wild woman and the sea
Thank you Jane ✨
To all the wild women 💕 This is a beautiful post, Claire. I've wished many times that I could write facing the view, whether of the water, mountains or green, but the scale of the light overwhelms my eyes and I can't see my screen. Seeing uses up a vast amount of brain resource, especially seeing something rich in detail and movement, like the sea. It so overwhelms my ability to concentrate. Think I'll have to stick to my dull corner, taking plenty of inspiring sea seeing breaks.
Aww 🥰 sea breaks sound nice. The ocean is like a 10 min drive from me so it’s not distracting from where I sit. Daydreaming of when the builders stop making noise next door though 😂
Oh blimey. You have my sympathies.
Yeah it’s been a lot for my processing tbh thanks love ❤️
Claire, what a truly beautiful and inviting poem 🤍
Oh thanks Jenna - the sea inspires me so much - it's a dream living here.
It really does sound like a dream 🤍
I miss having a sea view and I had one from 2020-22. It’s stunning 🤩 I loved your poem too ✨
Oh did you Ruth? Where abouts?
I lived in Westcliff on sea in Southend 2020-2021, I was a block from the seafront and could see the sea from my bed and balcony. Then I moved to Whitstable and had the penthouse apartment on the harbour 🌅 stunning! I miss it so much x
Aw wow Ruth... lovely experiences to have had all the same hey? The sea is medicine. xx
The goal is to go back to the sea. I moved to Hertfordshire to be with my ex. It’s home for now but definitely will be returning to the medicine 🌊
How beautiful that you’re able to access the wild woman within when you have a moment to notice. It’s such a gift when we can remember our own inner wilding amidst the chaos of daily life💛🙏🏼
It's true. xx
Love this passage: "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."
What an inspiring spot to write at. Enjoy!
Most days lol
Oh yes, I’d definitely be wanting to overlook the sea whilst working 🤎
Such a dream honestly although to keep it real they are building an extension next door.
I love this intention of writing with a view of the sea! 🌊
Special!! xx
I love this, Claire! Very happy to be able to help and I’m so envious of your beautiful sea view. Binoculars on the desk are a brilliant idea 🌊💛🌊
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Ooo I absolutely love how this all led to the concept of integration, the fast findings integrated within the slow. And your poem, ahhh speaks to the core of me💜
I laughed at the kettle - not knowing why it was boiling 🤚🏽
It's a wild life hey?
To the wild women 🥂
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Beautiful - I’m so glad you have found a way to connect with the wild woman within! And in the expansiveness of the sea too!! 😎✨
So expansive love.
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!
💎 💫 it really is isn't it - much better - I haven't had a cold since we moved the desk.
Oh to have a view across the sea! ❤️ I adore your poem, I see that wild. Xxx
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