Self-Care

  • Self-Care

    Vintage Amy – Some Soft Animal Kindness

    Julie’s greatest kindness was that she put me back in touch with the soft animal of my body so that I could move away from that place of self-inflicted hardship, of abstinence, of neglect. She showed me that life didn’t have to be that way – that it could be easy and soft and gentle and beautiful. Read the rest of Some Soft Animal Kindness over at Kind Over Matter…. Ooh, and if you want to experience some of Julie’s magic for yourself, check out her new course Great Round of Mandala. You can try out the first month’s material for free, and trust me, I’ve seen it, and it’s…

  • Self-Care,  Self-Esteem

    Vintage Amy – Red Lipstick Revolution

    Studying the outline of my lips in the mirror, I lean in, and with an extended tube of bright scarlet lipstick in one hand, I apply a coat of glossy red. Instantly, I feel the effects and I smile broadly at my reflection, and she smiles back, her newly rouged lips shimmering brilliantly against the pale ivory of her skin. Read the rest of The Red Lipstick Revolution.

  • Self-Care

    A Self-Love Letter

    Dearest Amy Do you remember the time years ago when you would stand at the sink looking out at the Kyle of Durness as you washed the dishes? Your gaze fixed on the shifting colours of the sand bars beneath the shallow water that flowed in from the freezing Atlantic Ocean. Your hands covered in suds, the little bubbles drying on the translucent skin of your inner wrist long forgotten, as your spirit travelled on updrafts to meet the gulls that circled somewhere between earth and cloud. Your belly full of child waiting to breathe the air and know the tender loving touch of its mother. I loved you then…

  • Self-Care,  Self-Discovery,  Self-Esteem,  Self-Reflection

    Selfies and Me

    Last Friday I took a self-portrait. And then I took another on Saturday. And another on Sunday. I’ve taken one every day for the last 6 days and in that time I’ve made some really interesting discoveries about myself. One of those discoveries is just how squeamish I am about taking and sharing these photos. It feels vain and self-indulgent. I feel awkward taking them to begin with, but I find that, the more photos I take, the more relaxed I become, and I stop judging myself. The judgment only returns when I share them. And then the script that runs through my head is what “other people” will think…