Category Archives: Parenthood

What if we all could choose peace?

 

Patrea King’s memoir, Up Until Now, quote Dr Jerry Jampolsky

I can always perceive anger in myself or in others as a call for help, rather than as an attack.

She asks: Can we look past frayed tempers and harsh words rather than hurling back a defence that serves only to escalate the upset?  [Can we] choose peace rather than conflict, peace rather than being right, peace rather than a cure, peace rather than hanging on to what has become second nature to us?

She suggests that ‘the peace that passes all understanding is attainable for each of us’.

When I don’t choose peace, remind me of this dear friends.

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Would you live on the high-seas?

Another beautiful interview, this time with the amazing Shevonne Hunt from Kinderling Radio in Sydney. She’s found her passion and when it comes to her interviews and podcasts, you know Shevonne’s found her Dharma, her path in life, as not only her eyes, but every cell of her body sparkles. Encounters like that make me happy. Thanks Shevonne and everyone else, enjoy the short and sweet 10 minute interview.

School vs Home-school

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying good-bye so hard!

Winnie the Pooh

Last week I had a moment when I dropped our five&1/2-year-old off at a PlayBall camp organised by lovely friends of ours. That same bench in the park which was loaded with kids’ lunchboxes, balls and drink bottles, something like 8 years ago was where Pablo proposed to me. Had I known back then that little later I’d be standing here with three toddlers back in Sydney after a three-year sailing adventure…

Where has the time gone?

And tomorrow Noah will start big school and I’m feeling rather sad about it. Last minute doubts and reconsidering all the home-schooling pros and cons. Yes, a hard time letting go. When we’ll be back on a boat, no doubt we’ll embrace home/un/free-schooling in the smoothest manner suitable to each family member. But being land-locked for a few years – I’m keen to equally embrace all that schooling has to offer here in Bondi Beach.

Besides a few hick-ups, I have great memories of school myself and that is despite (or because) of changing school and country many times. Have the ‘hick-ups’ screwed me up? Probably a little, but not less than what the great memories, experiences and friendships  have allowed me to become the person I am today.

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Where I’m at right now?

Living in Sydney, it feels to me home-schooling my boy who’s 150% ready and keen to throw himself into our local community’s amazing, sustainable and creative school environment would be egoistic more than anything else. When we’ll be travelling again and the world and its oceans will be our home and classroom, it will be a different cup of tea – an extremely stimulating environment more prone to something less structured. And yet, a little bit of structure no matter where and how – although labelled as the ‘baddy’ or ‘creativity-killer’  in most home-school circles – I have found provides children with safety, and through that more smiles, less tantrums, a higher self-esteem and ultimately even more space to explore their creativity in different ways.

As a last word it seems to me that there is no one solution to fit all. Every child is so different. And like in Yoga and Ayurveda, the paramount to optimal well-being on all levels, and there within the optimal space to learn and grow, is taking the individual into account and finding the most suitable approach at the time.

Education is a social process. Education is growth. Education is not a preparation for life. Education is life.

John Dewey

Learn. Grow. Love.

Sunday morning writing time. FIRST readers in Malta can look forward to the September issue which will include an insight into my personal journal of crossing the Australian Outback. (Blog readers will find a copy on my Media page a few months down the track). Finishing the article, I tumble across a quote which stayed with me from a visit to one of the remote Aboriginal communities out there in the vast, red land . An obvious fact which unfortunately has become less obvious in the obscure and crazy materialistic world we live in:

We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love and then, we return home.

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Sleep Deprivation

To all sleep deprived mums and sleep deprived sailors out there,- it’s hard! It’s bl#$^% dangerous. It’s lonely. I totally forgot how tough it is. Brain turns into soup, life up side down, and nothing makes sense anymore when your body-mind doesn’t get a regular, consecutive x amount of sleeping hours over a 24 hrs period for an extended period of time. I’m surprised driver’s licenses don’t get suspended for such occasions…

Sailors have the advantage of knowing once the passage is over and the anchor is hooked, they can catch up on their sleep. Mums have the advantage of the hormones to help them through the days.

Both generally keep going – even if it’s just on a frail spider’s thread, cause of the love for their boat, cause of the love for their kids. And in my soupy brain I wonder, can anyone understand love who hasn’t sailed or mothered before? With all due respect, dads, it’s not the same for you. You can have a break, go out and get drunk with your mates – what we used to do together in the old days… – and pretend for a moment life was different. Mums generally don’t have that option. We just keep swimming (and sometimes diving) like the little Nemo in the Disney Movie. And maybe that’s what life boils down to after all when you are forced to cut it back to basics: A giant Disney Movie, with the uncertain and bad moments to give it a plot and a bit of tension – but always with a happy ending and some nice music every now and then.

I feel with all you other mums and ocean crossing sailors out there… one day, me too, I’ll be sailing away again, emerging from the dive, island hoping and seeing the sun once more. Until then, I try and focus on the music.

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Once you chose hope, anything is possible!

Sail On… and Do Something nice today

Unexpected deeds of generosity are what touches people most and gives life colour, especially in moments when all colour seems to fade. Doing just one nice thing, social, environmental or other, has been in everybody’s mind through various Do Something initiatives lately. Stop the cycle of negative news!

Closer to home, during one of my post-partum days a surprise parcel brightened up my day. A lovely yogi and blog reader from the UK, Susan Sternkopf, had sent us two copies of her beautiful kids book Sail On. In fact, the short rhymes contain messages for everybody, regardless of age.

It’s been one of the boys’ favourite bed time stories and the never ending questions of, ‘Why Mummy, does the book always say ‘sail on’ after every rhyme?’, has kept the whole family wondering, and pondering, discussing – and may I go so far as to say, sometimes given us the courage to dream again when it seemed that our big dream had prematurely ended and we were lost in no-man’s land where no other adventure seemed to be tempting enough to compare with a life at sea, ‘en famille’.

Thanks Susan. You can contact her here if you would like your own copy. Let me share a couple of pictures and one of my favourite passages from the book these days:

Even getting lost can help you learn to find your way. So don’t be guided by your fears. Just inch along until the weather clears… Sail On… []

Sometimes there’ll be no wind at all. Sails will lag. You’ll think you’re stuck. Stay calm. Anothehr wind will change your luck… Sail On…

by Susan Sternkopf & Glenn Halak

Disclaimer: Susan never asked me to write this review, nor do I get any commissions on sales. It’s just a heart-felt ‘like’ which deserves a post and a thought and a smile;)

And now, what nice thing am I going to pass on today? Just making some lunch for a friend and took the neighbours’ bin in this morning. You?