Going back to Canada

We are on our way back. After two amazing months here in Hungary, the working-holiday has come to its end. I’m both sad to be leaving Zsolt’s incredible family, anxious for the next set of scans, and massively excited for an upcoming opportunity I’ll tell you more about in September. So, let’s just say, I’m a big jumble of emotions. This is resulting in many naps today and a total lack of appetite. The packing needs to be finished, the room needs to be cleaned, and all I really want to do is sleep . . .

Sleep and share some pictures with you. :) This are from my instagram account.

As Zsolt says, it’s like we are starting all over again from scratch – for the third time. I would actually count it at four, considering England, but there you go. This time I have some wonderful things to look forward towards, as does Big Z, but it’s still hard. Leaving is always hard.

 

#NickArt #Pecs

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Not happy to be leaving #Balaton.

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#Balaton in Hungary

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Digital age artist! And tea drinker, of course. ;)

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#Pecs #Hungary

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An effort of three generations to pick these peaches! :)

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Love that in Balaton, every bod is a bikini bod.

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The First (and the only) Mindful Monday

I don’t ever do a mindful Monday, but a friend sent this quote to me the other day around blood, vibration and motherhood. She was at an event, and this passage was read, and it made her think of my novel, Claire Never Ending. (I’m quite honoured that she made such a wonderful connection). I read the passage and it made me think: DAMN THAT’S POWERFUL. Now it’s your turn to read it and feel your own response. I’ll link to the origin of the post below.

It is often said that the first sound we hear in the womb is our mother’s heartbeat. Actually, the first sound to vibrate our newly developed hearing apparatus is the pulse of our mother’s blood through her veins and arteries. We vibrate to that primordial rhythm even before we have ears to hear. Before we were conceived, we existed in part as an egg in our mother’s ovary. All the eggs a woman will ever carry form in her ovaries while she is a four-month-old fetus in the womb of her mother. This means our cellular life as an egg begins in the womb of our grandmother. Each of us spent five months in our grandmother’s womb and she in turn formed within the womb of her grandmother. We vibrate to the rhythms of our mother’s blood before she herself is born. And this pulse is the thread of blood that runs all the way back through the grandmothers to the first mother. We all share the blood of the first mother – we are truly children of one blood.

Layne Redmond

From When the Women were Drummers,
found on Gaiman Life

P.S. Did you ever consider how you originated in your grandmother? This is some literal linkage here! And the vibrating! I’ll say it’s the ripples of Claire, but you can call it whatever you like. :)

 

How to start a podcast

Here’s a touch of happy news. My article “8 Simple Tips for Starting a Podcast (from a total amateur)” was picked up as a featured post over on BlogHer. Love it! Please let me brag for just one moment with some pride, when I say this is my 3rd featured post!┬áThis makes me feel pretty darn good.

Read 8 Simple Tips for Starting a Podcast

Image: Patrick Breitenbach via Flickr

 

Other past featured posts include:

25 Reason Why I Love the Internet

and

10 Thinks To Do While Waiting For Test Results

(Apparently, lists are a good thing)