Solstice Insights

Happy Litha!

It’s coming up for the Solstice – YIPEEEEE! This is absolutely one of my favourite days of the year.

It holds so many special memories, from the time I stayed up all night at Amesbury and greeted the sun with hundreds of others, to the morning when I crept out of a house before sunrise, resplendent in a purple velvet witchy cloak to cast a circle in the woods and work some lovely earthy magic with a dear friend of mine.

I have no specific plans this weekend for celebrating but I am feeling rather up for an adventure so we’ll see what will happen.

Onto the Insights… oh the insights on comparison

Indeed, comparison. I have been thinking about it lots since it popped into my head at the most unlikely of times last weekend.

Or more specifically – stepping away from comparison.

If you are anything like me (and there’s a good chance you are due to you being human*) then you are quite well versed and practiced in the fine art of comparing yourself to others.

Taking that further, you are probably also quite familiar with finding yourself lacking in comparison.

I am anyway.

I have the most beautiful friends – not just in spirit but in body too. Tall, gorgeous, blonde and full of infectious life affirming laughter and generosity, or tiny, blonde, gorgeous and full of infectious life affirming laughter and generosity, or medium sized, brunette and gorgeous … okay you get the picture!

Anyway, I find myself guilty of comparing myself to them and thinking – hmmm, not so much because I’m nothing like so and so, or my eyes aren’t like so and so’s, or my body’s a different shape to whichever lovely creature I’m thinking of at the time.

So the thought that popped into my head at an unlikely time was….. wait for it…..

I’m perfect just as myself! No comparison needed to justify that thought!


Go on, apply that to any thought about yourself that is around because you are busy having a downer on yourself because you don’t quite measure up.

Replace the comparison with any of the following:

“As myself I am absolutely perfect. Just as I am – compared to no one. Just because I am.”

“I’m doing my job perfectly. More than perfectly! Just as I am, compared to no one. Because I do.”

“People do want to know me, because I am me – perfectly me. Perfectly ME right now, no comparison.”

“Nobody can compare to me, how can I compare to anybody else?”

Or something along those lines – whatever works for you.

Consider for a second if you accepted yourself just as you are right now in this one moment, with absolutely no comparison to the world AT ALL.

Remove from your thinking the need to justify positive aspects to yourself and allow them to be – just because they can.

How much freedom is there in that one thought as the judgements drop away and you give yourself permission to fully flourish as you in this one instance?

Oh do enjoy it petal and make the most of accepting the good of you as well.

You are so worth it!

Just because you are.

*My most sincere apologies if you are not human. I don’t mean to generalise, it’s just that I’ve never knowingly come across any other species that can and does read my blog posts.



“When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, ’tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.”

We survived the threats of leprechaun kidnapping, swooning from beautiful accents and forgetting where we were due to too much Guinness.

We also survived a godforsaken sh*t hole (I will strongly suggest you never go anywhere near there! Its photos are considerably better than reality) and moved swiftly on to somewhere considerably more acceptable with no flies on the walls and chewing gum on the duvet covers!

We rocked our hearts out at possibly one of the best concerts I have ever been to.







 Drank lots (but not too much) of the black stuff. Had a problem with access to begin with though!









Then I worked out you had to pay an entry fee and it all got a lot easier.  











Attempted to look like a member of the cast from Ashes to Ashes – with less panache, and more jumping about.

It’s the first time I have ever worn leg warmers and I have to say I was quite impressed with them. They may take up

residence in my wellies! 





 Rode on top of a bus, heard lots of interesting information on the bus, fell asleep on the bus. (oops) 









Went to the Zoo. (That’s a baby orangutan, not me!) 







Danced and danced and danced. 







All in all a good time was had. Came home rather sleep deprived.

Must. Do. Again.

My Race For Life 2009

Ladiiiiies and Gentlemen – especially the fantabulous ones who sponsored me. I give you……



Oh yes – hot, sweaty (from the sun and the running*) and exceptionally proud of myself as I actually RAN it – the whole way. Not one stop.

That’s 3 miles in 34 minutes, which is only 8 minutes slower than last year. (Last year I trained! But last year, I had also only had 2 hours sleep before doing it …)

I DON’T CARE. I bloody ran it.

I was so sure that I wouldn’t be able to. The stiffness (in my leg muscles and the soreness in my whole body*) I had been feeling after doing just 10 minutes of exercise and the three days of sleep I was needing after that 10 minutes seemed to be proof to me that I would have to give up my hopes of running it, along with any other physical activity I ever enjoyed.

However, I’ve been recovering and feeling better every day, especially since the craniosacral therapy has been helping so much.

So when Sunday dawned, bright and blue with the sun blazing down on Bute Park in Cardiff, I felt like the gods were with me and I made my decision.

I picked a pace (to run at*) – oh so slow and steady and off I went. I was barely out of breath by the end (because I had picked the right pace to run at*) and felt like I would pop out of pride for my little body which has been doing such a marvellous job of getting better.

Anyway, to cut a not- very- interesting- to- anyone- but- me story short – this one’s for you Gran gran.

Boy did it taste good!
















Post Script: I’ve only gone and signed up to the Cardiff Half Marathon on the back of this! It’s only 10.5 miles more – can’t be too hard can it?!

*This is what happens when people with filthy minds read your blog – they giggle at all the innuendo they can find, like little teenage boys, which makes you go through and put disclaimers in brackets after everything. Tut tut.