The coming of Spring has had me crave warm spring lunches like this Potato, Lentil, Kale and Pea Salad
…along with this Butternut Quinoa and Cranberry Salad
…and warm, hearty breakfasts like this Loaded Oatmeal Bowl (with allllll the toppings)
There has been the odd occasion, though, where I’ve dipped into something different, ft. this (also) Loaded Banana Smoothie Bowl.
Oh, and on the topic of nourishment, lets talk about books.
“Books were my anti-depressant. Then books gave me know-how to get off the floor. Then books gave me ideas. Then ideas gave me actions and actions gave me people and opportunities and a new life.” — Lately I’ve been reading A Life At Work, Die Empty, and The Year of Yes – (#alwaysreading) all these books have been neatly adding to my little soul library (as well as my vastly expending office library) – such profound and meaningful words in so few pages. Words that will stay with me for a very long time.
On my travels this week, I discovered this little gem of a place – Helmston. The menu is earthly, vast, and unique to anything I’ve seen in Brighton before. Our food was fresh and flavoursome, not forgetting the delightful sweet treats they have to offer (as well as their beautifully crafted coffee’s and juices!). I’ll be back for more, for sure.
Things have been shifting in my home life, too. I seem to have gotten the Spring itch and have had the urge to rip down the walls of my life, both in a literal and metaphorical sense in order to create a new base to work from. So I’ve been purging. Clearing out draws and wardrobes. Giving away picture frames and cabinets. Taking unwanted books to the charity shop. Donating clothes and old shoes that I can no longer walk in. Slowly Im starting to breathe again. I crave space around me when I sleep. I want to invest in pieces of furniture that will come with me when I next move (after all, nobody wants to carry the dust of their past into their future).
Coincidentally (but not really) I spent 24 hours back in Cheshire at the end of last week, and after a fun afternoon with my friend Sophie, we headed over to Chez Jules for homemade soup and a glass of red. On the way to back down South we parked for a moment outside the place I used to live. As I pointed out my old bedroom window to Sophie, and the restaurant where we’d had our last dinner together, I realised that I felt no strong emotions as I sat there giving my friend a tour through my old life. I was more excited about the plans we’d been discussing the night before, and about the life I’m proudly building on my own.
Everything that has gone before is important, but it is what we do with what we’ve learned that matters the most.
There has been a new batch of emotions to process lately — connected to past decisions and actions, to ways of being that I would not choose to inhabit again. Emotions with labels like shame and guilt, stuff I hadn’t realised was sitting in my chest until I made the space, and poof! there it is, waiting for me to take a peek. Turns out the unravelling never really ends — there’s always more to discover and let go of.
Just like the books and clothes I’ve given away.
So I’ll continue to make space for new clothes, new emotions, new lessons to reveal themselves. Out with the old, in with the sparkly, heart-racing excitement of the new.