Life is good

I’ve been in Bristol for a few days to visit my family before my maternity leave is over and Gregg takes over in caring for our son, Jenson. It’s been a lovely, relaxing time and I’m sat here before I set off back to Brighton thinking about how good life is and how fortunate I am.

My dad and I were talking about travels we’ve done over the past year and our favourite moments. He spoke about how he learnt to windsurf in Jamaica and, whilst surfing along, had a visit from a turtle who popped up next to him. It reminded me of a memory I have from when I lived in Japan – a snapshot from my time there which I still remember vividly and fills me with such happiness.

I was training for a half-marathon and was going out for a run along the rice fields of Toyosato, the town I lived in. The sun was shining, I was in my stride and was listening to one of my favourite artists, Ingrid Michaelson. I was in a state of flow, just present in the moment and only aware of my immediate surroundings. My heart beating, my feet pounding, the feeling of the warm sun, no particular thoughts in my mind.

And then a beautiful butterfly suddenly appeared next to me and flew with me for the duration of the song.

It fluttered, almost dancing along and in that moment, I knew that I was truly blessed in life. Life was good.

It was such a small thing – the presence of this tiny thing of beauty while I ran – but summed up how good life is.

How I had my health, as I still do.

That I had no immediate, burdening concerns in my life, like now.

How life is ripe for the picking and filled with moments of beauty and grace. If only I open my eyes to them.

I knew in that moment that all was well in my life. And I know this is true for my life now.

And in many ways, my son is my butterfly. Bringing me back to the present moment, showing me the beauty of the world in his gorgeous, gummy smile and helping me to see things anew as her shows such curiosity and wonder at each new experience he has.

Sure, life can be full of hardships – suffering and struggles, pain and predicaments.

But life is, for me at least, fundamentally good. And I’m so very grateful for it.

The promise of spring

A few people have asked me if I mind going back to work just when summer arrives. You see, I’m sharing my maternity leave with my husband and he’s taking 6 months off from July onwards to look after our son instead of me taking the full year off.

I have to say, I’m not sad about ‘missing’ summer at all. Because I’m so glad that I’m out and about with my son and get to experience all of spring in it’s splendour. It’s the season I love the most.

There’s so much promise for me when I look at the spring season starting to unfurl. Trees sprouting little buds of leaves, cherry blossoms coming into bloom and the sun appearing earlier and setting later.

Unlike many people, I don’t get fed up of winter and the cold, because I get to enjoy the frosty and festive lead-up to Christmas when it starts to get dark and cold and once New Year has passed, I can already see the early signs of spring starting to appear. The slightly later days and early birdsong you hear on a mild winter day holds with it the promise of spring.

I’ve been thinking over the last week about how the experience of spring gives me hope on a wider level and reminds me that whatever is going on in my life, new possibilities are always around the corner. As much as there are seasons of hardship, there are also seasons of new beginnings never too far away.

When Jenson is going through an unsettled spell, I know that it will pass and he will soon be back to smiling and being content.

When I’m frustrated that I don’t have enough time to devote to taking on lots of new coaching clients, I know that there will come a time when I have my evenings and weekends back to be able to do so.

When I feel sad with the lack of community as I shared in my last blog post, I know that things will change and I’ll one day find my tribe of people in Brighton.

I’m so grateful for this season and all the promise it holds and hope you enjoy the beauty of spring too, dear friend.