Self Isolating on St Patrick’s Day
I made a big long rambly unedited video because if you’re on your own, and if you’re anything like me, you just want a familiar voice to keep you company while you go about your day. Click the link in my bio watch it now and please share it and leave a comment if you can. We’re using the comments section as a space to connect with and support one another and Ima read every one and reply to as many as I can 💚
I took cocktails for granted. I see that now.
☘️Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all☘️
I know it’s been a bit of an odd one, I’m sure you thought so too. I’ve certainly felt very homesick today and wished I could’ve been around family. Usually I’d have the Irish crew in London at least, so it was very strange to celebrate it alone. Still, we soldier on. And we’ll have an almighty sesh when all is said and done.
I made a video today hoping to get it live for all my Irish followers by the evening but Final Cut Pro had a little meltdown and it’s still exporting so you might just get a Paddy’s Day video tomorrow. Hope you’ll still watch and enjoy.
Here’s a photo of me on Dollymount beach in the meantime, which somehow looks like a painting. I love this picture - I can almost smell the salt air, and hear the waves rolling in and out, and the seagulls overhead. It’s a very soothing thought.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re safe and calm and well.
Oiche mhaith mo chairde 💚🇮🇪🧡☘️
I started following @millennial.therapist recently and I’ve really been benefiting from their little nuggets of mental health advice and wisdom in my feed. Here’s a reminder of ways we can all support one another remotely right now. And keep ourselves feeling connected in the process ☺️
Anahatasana, or “Puppy Dog Pose”
I’ve been practicing postures today that help me to surrender. It’s a word usually synonymous with weakness, with quitting or giving in, but in the practice of Isvara Pranishana (which roughly translates as surrendering to a higher self or consciousness) we are encouraged to surrender to what is, to remain open to experiencing life’s twists and turns as they unfold, instead of fighting against them.
This is a time of great uncertainty. We all feel anxious and afraid and a little unstable, unsure of what the future holds. Our everyday routines have been changed, perhaps drastically, and we are looking for something to cling to. We are desperate for control.
It’s understandable, all of it. But consider this. Consider surrendering, even for a moment, to what is. Consider accepting that things are unstable, because that is the nature of things, they are in a constant state of flux. Consider taking a deep breath in, and just letting it all in. The fear, the uncertainty, the doubt. Let it fill you up. Acknowledge it. Sit with it. Allow any big emotions to move you however they need to. Notice they don’t actually harm you. Then exhale, and let it all go.
I find puppy pose, extended child’s pose and downward dog allow me to really feel the breath fill my torso and release, while working out a little pent up energy at the same time.
I hope they help you too 💜
#findwhatfeelsgood #selfisolation #stayhome #staysafe
“Sure I have less fun when you are not around
And when I come to think of it my feet don't touch the ground
But you, dear
I didn't think I'd find you here
Roaming in the corners of my mind”
- Eloise, ‘You, Dear’
There’s something about female friendships that seems to intensify the older you get and the more you go through, both alone and together. I am so grateful for the women in my life. Their defiance, resilience and can do attitudes, no matter how bad things may seem. Their innate proclivity to care for one another, even when they’re just about holding themselves together. And their ability to do all this while healing the wounds of their pasts.
We tell each other about the journeys we’ve taken to better ourselves through therapy, the strides we’ve made in achieving our goals, the boundaries we’ve set with unhealthy people in our lives, the abusive relationships we’ve escaped, the trauma we’ve survived, the confidence we regained after it was shattered, the trust we rebuilt after it was broken, and even little things like the cup of tea we made ourselves when we felt sad, the bath we ran ourselves when we felt tired or the time we didn’t call our ex even though we really really really wanted to.
We cheer each other on through every triumph, big and small. We support and nourish and understand and empower one another. We are vulnerable with each other but that’s what makes us strong. We use what we’ve learned on our journeys to help other women to navigate theirs.
This beautiful illustration by @carolinemorin_ popped up in my feed at a time when female friendships mean more to me than they ever have, and it reminded me of the softness and strength we share with and find in one another. I might just have to get it framed 🧡
I’ve seen Portrait of a Lady on Fire twice now and I still don’t know how to describe the film or how it made me feel. My friend Ellen asked me for a three word description and I said “sumptuous, incendiary and devastating”. She said they were very visceral words. But that’s because the film is so visceral. Even in a lofty, gothic, somewhat surreal setting, the characters and their story seem very real, and watching it a second time was like revisiting old friends. The places they inhabit, too, feel real. The beach and the cliffs and the candlelit rooms. I didn’t feel like a spectator at all. I felt like I was inhabiting those spaces with them. That’s partly to do with Noémie Merlant and Adèle Haenel’s stunning, naturalistic performances, but the direction by Céline Sciamma and cinematography by Claire Mathon played an enormous part too. Every, single, frame of this film literally looks like an oil painting, in terms of colour, composition and light. Fincher aside, I have never seen such incredible use of a simple orange and teal palette. And I don’t know how Mathon does it, but in every scene, even at nighttime, the light seems to somehow radiate from the actresses themselves, giving the impression that their faces are glowing.
I could go on. I could go on about symbolism and storytelling and prophecy and the portrayal of love and sexuality and women and the patriarchy but maybe just go see the film instead?
Is it possible to be addicted to pancakes?
Asking for a friend.
I’m beginning to think my hairdresser is a witch 😶
@enasalon @evieskaros_enasalon #gifted
A few years ago, my friend Sam started taking photos of hand dryers. We all thought this was odd at the time, but he seemed happy so we left him at it. He then set up an insta account for the photos, aptly named @handdryers. Sure. Then he got a proper camera and kept going and the account gathered more and more followers and now his photos of hand dryers have been made into a coffee table book, which is called - you guessed it - Hand Dryers. And I’ll be honest, I sort of love it. Turns out our Sam is sort of genius actually.
Anyway, check out his account or have a little swipe to see some of his photos. And be sure to nab yourself a copy of the book if you can ☺️