INVIRONMENTALISM 🌷

Here is something I have learned about healing. It is often therapeutic, cathartic even, to see a reflection of our souls in the outside world. One that accurately represents our inner state. This is the power of art in all its forms ~ it is also why I love Winter. If you have ever taken solace for your depression in a brittle, dark grey sky, or bolstered your happiness with frigid sunshine, perhaps you can relate.

And yet ~ no matter how much you may love a deep if tempestuous slumber, eventually, you have to think about Spring. Spring is about daring to hope, regardless of how ridiculous that may feel. It is about having the courage to wake up, pull yourself physically back from the tendrils of sleep and the comfort of dreams, and face the real world again in spite of the fact that you are in excruciating pain.

You have to decide ~ against all past setbacks, trials and mistakes ~ to try.

And that is why I came back to life in 2025. 

I believe that deep down we all want the same things ~ to be accepted, to be loved, to feel that we belong and that we are connected. To feel joy.

And then there are the small things that hold it all that are in fact not small at all ~ good food, a pretty coffee mug, a new notebook, gratitude. 

This year, I would learn just how fundamental to human life these ‘small’ things actually are and how they form the foundational bar above which everything else can be built.

I would indulge in these surprisingly revolutionary yet quietly powerful practices of self-care with the inevitable guilt that I wasn’t ‘doing’, ‘being’, ‘achieving’ more.

But that’s the thing about building from the core up. You come to the reluctant realisation that there isn’t any further down you can burrow, and accept that you need to gather every tool and last bit of strength, have some lunch and rest until you are ready to lay the first brick. Until you are truly ready to get up and go. That’s when you will finally know.

“If I hadn’t gone as deep, it wouldn’t be as sweet” is my mantra now the year has been and gone. I look in the mirror and see a girl who has held herself many times over on a path that appeared dimly lit and impossibly long. The road is brighter, bolder now. I square my shoulders and walk on.

In Love&Light, FS XOX