Tomorrow is my 49th birthday. In a lot of the spiritual circles I move in people talk about the importance of the number seven and how our lives flow in seven year cycles. Today is the last day of my seventh seven year cycle and the significance is not lost on me as I arrived in France yesterday to start my new life here.
When I reflect on where I was in my life seven years ago I am reminded that it was around that time when we realised that dad had developed Vascular Dementia and much of the interim period has been focused on sharing his care with my brother and sister. Dad eventually passed away last summer and just before then I had started to hear an inner nudge which was telling me to “make space” in my life. I had no idea why but I know not to ignore those soul whispers and so I took the apparently crazy decision to step back from the 1-1 Life Coaching work which had sustained me financially for eleven years. I stopped taking on any new clients, gradually wound down my coaching practice over last summer and took on a team of accredited coaches to carry on the work I had been doing.
At almost exactly the same time my only child, Georgia, graduated from university in Belfast and moved to Dundee to live with her partner and embark on her Master’s Degree. Within the space of a few months I realised that I was no longer caring for or supporting anyone for the first time in twenty one years (notice the end of another seven year cycle!) and the word FREEDOM kept rattling through my consciousness.
And now I sit here in a campsite in France inside our motor-home with no fixed abode, no home or garden to maintain, most of my possessions sold, a large lump sum in the bank, three businesses in Ireland which I can run remotely and total freedom to do and be whatever/whoever I want. A bit like when I started writing this blog, I have a big blank page in front of me and I can make the next seven year cycle into whatever I choose.
So, what will it be? What will I create now? What next? Continue reading “Happy Birthday to Me!”
We left all that is familiar to us 48 hours ago and drove out of our home in Northern Ireland for the last time in Mirabelle, our new motor-home. I am writing this on the ferry from Dublin to Holyhead having spent our first couple of nights in Mirabelle – one in a layby near our friend’s house in Newry and the second in a campsite on the beach just outside Dublin.
We are slowly getting used to life in Mirabelle and our new living space which is smaller than any of the bedrooms in the house which Eoin, me and our 2 dogs, Samson and Delilah, have shared for the last 4 ½ years. It is compact and pretty cosy when shared with 2 large dogs and I am glad that they are only travelling with us in it for a week before they go to stay with friends in the Dordogne for the rest of September.
The dogs seem to be feeling a little like we are……discombobulated is the best word for it! Everything is new, everything is unfamiliar and every time we stop and open the door of Mirabelle the dogs step out into a new world. They have led very sheltered lives since we rescued them both. They have lived in the same home, with the same garden, the same walks and the same smells for the last 4+ years. They haven’t travelled, they haven’t visited other peoples’ houses, they haven’t been in a motor-home, they haven’t stayed in a campsite and they certainly haven’t been on a ferry. They are off their food and Delilah is seeking constant reassurance.
I am feeling much the same as I ‘unplug’ from the life which we have just left. All our normal daily routines have disappeared and I still haven’t adjusted to the daily move from one place to another. I am still getting used to our compact living space and trying to find ways to make it easier to live comfortably in it. My body is getting used to our new bed. I am a light sleeper so I am easily woken by Samson’s vocal doggy dreams, car doors banging outside, people chatting around us and Delilah barking every time she hears a noise outside. At this moment in time I feel hung-over even though no alcohol was consumed last night. Sleep deprivation has that effect on me. I am jealous of Eoin who has just sat down beside me on the ferry and gone straight back to sleep. He has the gift of being able to sleep anywhere regardless of what is going on around him.
I wonder how long the discombobulation will last for and how soon life on the road will be become the new normal for us? Continue reading “Chaos and Reorganisation”
When I become very conscious of this fact – that everything passes, nothing is permanent and this could be my last time – then my present moment becomes much more vivid and much more alive. Because I want to remember it.
I let go to feel the fall
And know that I’m alive
I see my breath and think of God
And everything I have
This could be my last day
This could be my last day
From “This Could be My Last Day” by Duke Special
With only 10 days before we leave this beautiful home and all that is familiar to us here at Eden we have started into the ‘last times’. The last time we will go to the supermarket here. The last time we will walk on our favourite beach. The last time that I will bake a cake here. The last time that family will be in this house…….
Today I was lost in thought as the dogs and I walked over the fields around our home here in the lush, green, damp Co. Down countryside. The to-do lists at the moment are enormous as we prepare to emigrate to France next Friday and let go off 3/4 of our possessions before then. My mind is busy and in full planning mode which I am very grateful for, if not a little exhausted by!
But then I was stopped short by the joyful dance of flock of swallows who were diving and skimming along the long grass which we were walking through. I was suddenly drawn right back into the Here and Now and intensely aware of the beauty of the present moment. I stood for about 10 minutes watching the swallows, admiring the Mourne Mountains in the distance, seeing the green, undulating landscape with fresh eyes created by the knowledge that this was one of the last times in my life that I will walk this particular walk which I know and love so well.
That got me thinking about all the last times in my life so far that I didn’t realise were last times until it was too late (bear with me…it will make sense!) Continue reading “This could be my last day”
It has been a crazy week here at Travel Light HQ.
We now only have 2 weeks left until we hand over the keys for our home here in Northern Ireland, put the remaining 1/3 of our possessions into storage and hit the road in our new motor-home, Mirabelle. Last weekend we had our final family gathering here at Eden which was a really lovely experience with our 5 kidults plus ones plus first grandchild, Sophie all here. They all left on Monday morning and the letting go started for real…..
Within 48 hours my car, 3 beds, my desk, several chairs and lots of other bits and pieces were sold and collected. The house is now starting to feel a little empty and it should be a lot more empty after our House Clearance Sale this Saturday. Eoin has made me promise that I won’t sell our bed until the 23rd August!
Most of the larger pieces of furniture have little if any emotional hold over me but there are a few things which do. Saying goodbye yesterday to lovely VW Beetle convertible, LuLu, brought a tear to my eye. She and I have had lots of fun adventures and she has brought me a lot of joy.
Then today I made the radical decision to burn all my old Vision Boards. I have been making a Vision or Dream Board every year for the last 10+ years and, as Life Coach and Law of Attraction Coach, I used them as evidence for my clients and students of just what can manifest when you get clear about what you want. As I looked through the Vision Boards today I realised that nearly 90% of the images and words on each of them has become reality which is pretty amazing. Continue reading “Letting Go of the Old to Make Way for the New.”
This pic is an oldie but very relevant to me today!
Lots of people seem to think that spirituality is all about sitting on top of a mountain chanting and meditating all day. If it was that easy, everyone would be an enlightened master (or mistress).
But my version of spirituality is an integrated and lived experience based on finding a way to lead an authentic, healthy and even joyful life whilst still participating fully in this world. That means using every single experience which comes my way to deepen my spiritual practice and to build my trust muscle in a way that is grounded and real.
It may surprise you but I am not a fan of ‘woo woo’ spirituality where you disappear off into the realms of angels, fairies and spirit guides all the time. I am not here to have one big spiritual orgasm after another although I have had many, believe me. Whilst I believe passionately in living in a whole-hearted, loving and peaceful way, I also still believe in keeping our feet firmly on the ground and staying in touch with this physical world which we live in.
Continue reading “A curve-ball from the Universe”
On 25 August 2017 my partner Eoin and I leave our home in Northern Ireland for a new life in France. We have sold our home, sold one of our businesses, are selling or giving away most of our furniture and buying a motor-home to live in until we find our new home. We think this will be somewhere in the Dordogne but we aren’t 100% sure yet!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
This blog is dedicated to the start of a whole new life for me at the age of 49 and will be inspired by our adventures, my passion for food, nature, France and all things beautiful.
I hope it inspires you to follow your dreams and step out of your own comfort zones to create a life you love.
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It started when I was 5 years old…….
As I write this I am travelling down the south-west of France from Bordeaux to Bayonne on a train with my beloved, Eoin. We left the Dordogne this morning where we were house-sitting in a beautiful restored 18th century farmhouse surrounded by sunflower fields and vineyards. We are now off to visit my sister who live in the foothills of the Pyrenees and we will be staying there for a few days before flying back to Northern Ireland. Once home we have 4 weeks to pack up our lives, say our goodbyes and leave in our new motor-home in search of our new life in the Dordogne. As I type those words I am filled with a mixture of huge excitement and a tinge of overwhelm because there is a LOT to do in the next few weeks.
However, we have spent much of the last fortnight house-hunting, getting to know the Dordogne better and making some lovely new friends so any doubt or fear which I had about making this massive move has disappeared altogether. What I am left with now is a deep certainty in my soul that the next phase of my life is to be spent in France. I feel so at home here. Continue reading “My love affair with France”