What Are Your Restorers?

What restores you? What brings you back to wholeness when you are utterly depleted?

A warm bath with rose petals
A steaming cup of chai tea
The therapy of watching the rain from your window
Reading beautiful poetry
Dappled light dancing on your face
The romance of stargazing from the porch on balmy evening

Your restorers are simple things, soothing things. They are things that rebuild your tired body and mend your soul. They are gentle healing touchstones that resuscitate your inner life. They say that ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’, which makes it easy to reach for the destructive things that could send you further down a spiral of negativity. But, do you know how to reach out for the things that restore your balance or refuel your inner juices instead?

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What do you turn to at the end of a long day?

A hug

A heartfelt conversation with a friend
A healing crystal

Dancing to your favourite song

A vase of flowers on your night stand
Beautiful soft cotton linen
Lavender under your pillow

The more I explore conversations with women around self-love, self-care and depletion (especially during times of extreme emotional turmoil), the more I see how we don’t create space for the sacred ceremony of restoration. Instead, we wait until we reach the messy edge of quiet desperation, a place that all too familiar. A sentiment constantly reinforced is that there are so many things that demand our energy. We are the givers, lending our hands and hearts to those who need us. We are the hard workers, pouring everything we have into the beauty we wish to create. We lose ourselves in the process. We forget to nurture ourselves back to fullness and so we run dry. But why should it take takes reaching breaking point to heed your soul’s call or for you to remember to breathe easy, be gentle, nurture and restore so that the chambers of your heart fill up with the energy, light and inspiration your need to keep going?

If there is one profound lesson that reaching back to life from the edge of burnout, of dealing with lost pregnancies and those taxing moments midst of my fertility journey has taught me, it’s that  – I need to be my own nurturer. Sometimes, it’s harder to choose what serves my well-being over what will cause more harm, because those bumps in the road can become excuses for all the wrong things (overindulging in sugar, not exercising, not meditating, relinquishing important commitments, etc). This understanding inspires me keep asking questions about how I allow moments for restoration daily in order to nurture my well-being and where I can integrate self-care rituals so that they become a natural part of my life that continues to raise my vibration or keep me both spiritually and emotionally grounded.

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I’ve found these two questions are powerful anchors that guide me back to myself and I encourage you to explore them for yourself too:

What is the most healing or nurturing thing I can do for myself right now? and What restores me?

Take stock of whatever your restorers are. Remember them, write them down and keep them close to your heart. Make room for them at the end of each day. They will serve you. They will heal you. They bring you back to life when you are on the brink of falling apart. And if you do fall apart, because sometimes you need to, they are the balm that will piece your fragmented soul back together.



I Don’t Want to be Seen

I feel safer hiding in the shadows, speaking in soft whispers and treading my footsteps lightly so as not to disturb…

At times I’ve felt that it’s a form of kindness – me not wanting to shake up things around me in case I end up disrupting, disrespecting or hurting anyone. Maybe that’s true sometimes, but I recognise that mostly it’s because I don’t want to be seen.

I feel uncomfortable drawing attention to myself. So, I hide behind protective shields. I find reasons and excuses to keep me in the safe confines of my comfort zone.

Writing has been one of my shields, giving me a safe space to channel my voice into words on paper so that I don’t have to speak too loudly. Yet, at the same time, my writing has a way of bringing me closer to the unavoidable truth about myself. Through my writing, be it in journals, blogs or books, I explore and curate experiences, lessons and insights I’ve gathered along my path to healing. Writing life holds a mirror to me, one that keeps me honest with myself. It helps me get to the root of things and uncover internal blocks that need to be surrendered to a place of healing. It expands my awareness of self and how I interact with the world around me.

Awareness is a good thing, though it can leave me feeling frustrated with myself, especially when underlying blocks like this – me not wanting to be seen – rise to the surface of my consciousness. I become frustrated because I’ve spent many years doing the work, releasing my blocks or limiting beliefs and learning to let go of the past. Sometimes it feels as though just when I think I’ve worked through the bulk of my baggage, something new comes to the surface.

I’ve had to remind myself to be careful not to give in to self-judgement and to remember that it’s a continuous process. I’ve also had to remember to meet myself with gentleness, embrace my vulnerabilities and accept that what I’ve uncovered is simply another layer of fear that I may not have fully understood before, but am now ready to turn over to love and surrender to light. Self-judgement is the easy route and even more so because it’s my default setting. Acceptance and making peace with the space that I’m in is most often the harder task, but as I mention in Flowering Within (which will soon be on amazon as a paperback and kindle version), this approach has also been my gateway back to inner harmony and grace.

Right now, I’m acutely aware of how not wanting to be seen is preventing me from showing up fully in certain areas of my life and in my work too. While I feel good about the fact that I’ve emerged from my shell, shed shackles and I’ve learnt to put myself out there in what feels to me like a very big way in recent years, I also see that a large part of me is still resisting out of fear. I’m allowing that part of myself to be held in love. I know where she comes from. I understand that she is the part of me who feels attention means attracting negative reinforcement. She is the part of me who doesn’t know how to love herself because all she sees is lack, brokenness or unworthiness and she is afraid that others will see it too. I know that to heal and transform this part of myself, I need to accept and love her whole-heartedly.

I cannot grow in that way that I want to, nor can I see my spirit expand and soar in the manner that it’s meant to if I continue with this limiting pattern. It’s clear now more than ever, that the resultant resistance only stifles my growth which inevitably leads me to stagnation. So, the most nurturing thing I can do for myself is to make room for an inner shift by showing up in the moment and inviting both my intuition and Goddess to guide me as I take steps to accept, surrender and heal. I am ready to let go of this fear-base narrative and the belief that I need to play small or hide to be safe, which is why I’m asking myself many questions right now, questions that I hope will help create space for a shift.

Like, where am I still hiding? How can I be more open and show up without fear? And how do I release limiting stories about ‘being seen’ in order to place the power back in the hands my wise, wild and mysterious force within instead?

I trust in the intuitive wisdom that rises through this process to support me as I transform my poisons into positive new stories that stimulate my growth, well-being and support my highest good too.

What kinds of blocks are you working through right now? What is helping you to move through your blocks and transform old limiting narratives into new empowering ones? How are you creating space for inner healing?  


My Meditation Mantra this week: I own my space when I step into my personal power. I no longer dim my light but choose instead to shine brighter than ever before. I give myself permission to be seen.