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Where to next? Nomad decisions…

disciplined writing practice

Discipline – why we need it as creators

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I said YES to becoming a nun – the call

Why I’m quitting social media

Why I quit LinkedIn

Cassava Cake (with Coconut Milk) – gluten free recipe

slow food local produce

Joining #SlowSeven local food challenge by Slow Food Barbados

starting the year again - my 17-month planner for August

Starting my year (again)

My story about first period

working remotely on laptop from beach café

Work rhythms to adopt during summer

Summer rhythms to savour

What to do when you feel someone is copying you online or is a copycat

Digital Nomad Travel from U.K to Barbados

Leek and Potato soup recipe

Leek & Potato soup recipe

raclette feasting on sabbath

Sabbath: how we are called to rest

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Banana Bread recipe (Gluten-Free & Vegan) – My go-to in lockdown

taking the step towards your calling

Taking the first step towards your calling

Giulia Writes - Intentional Living Interview series

Interview with Giulia from Giulia Writes: a wander into the forest path

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Autumn rituals – an invitation to partake in releasing the old

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Never want to wake up from this dream 🌸 I’m

Never want to wake up from this dream 🌸

I’m currently in England, the country of my dreams since I was a little girl. Fascinated first by its literature, tea time and royal family, my zeal then switched to its prince (William with hair), followed by aspirations for university life here.

Life, as we know, seldom runs its course like we want it too. The prince never replied to my handwritten letter 😭 and none of my fantasies of studying here materialized.

What I’ve come to learn is that life’s detours and delays are necessary — all of my other experiences elsewhere in other countries abroad made me who I am today.

I’m reminded of this lesson in a small mundane moment.

I’m stroking a cat in an English garden; I notice dozens of bright pink flowers at my feet #fallenflorals and I know this one thing to be true: I’m right where I’m supposed to be and exactly who I am meant to be.

Who I am today is well worth the years of striving, sacrifices, and suffering. It’s also well worth the waiting, the wishing for more yet grateful for ‘enough’ and wandering the wilderness of not knowing where the journey leads me.

#anintentionalstory #theartofslowingdown #slowlifediary #slowtravelstories #slowtravel #slowtravelling #slowtraveller #beautyinthemundane #beautyintheeveryday #poetryofsimplethings

I’m over here running my own race 🍃 You kno

I’m over here running my own race 🍃

You know I don’t read nor reply to Instagram DMs anymore. If anyone has anything to say, they leave comments (I read them all), or email my team at hello (at) beamangar (dot) com.

It’s not that I’m ignoring people. In fact, it’s FOR people I’m writing, with a specific reader in mind.

I’m aware how precious and sacred the work of writing a book is. That’s why I’m on this semi-sabbatical: tending to the garden of my writing dreams.

Nurturing my writer’s soul by filling my days with light, beauty, and slow moments.

It sounds effortless but in reality I’m learning to walk in obedience.

You see, the pen is truly my sword 🗡. It’s going to the battlefield every single day. However unlike what you see when nations fight one another, writing is about guarding time, inviting inspiration, and cultivating good habits for success.

Run your own race. Do what it takes in obedience.

Here’s what obedience looks like for me currently:

On a warm day, I soak up the sun in the garden. I eat several home-cooked meals a day. Sometimes I lounge in bed until 10 a.m. Other times I’m up at 6:30 a.m.

I don’t have appointments other than meeting with my writing community and team — writing coach, mentor, literary agent, published authors, and other writers.

I make sandwiches for my husband with chicken, mayo, and spinach. I load the dishwasher. I fold the laundry and forget to take it upstairs to the room.

I read one book after another — like popcorn they’re consumed rapidly the more I’m captivated by the storyline.

I play fetch with the dog. I throw the ball and with her eyes she follows it until it lands on the grass. She doesn’t move an inch. No treats, no fetch.

The cat comes purring next to me as I’m biting into a chocolate truffle, thinking of the chapter sequence in my book.

I look up and around me a lot. My heart bursts with gratitude that we’re safe in this nomad nest. It’s beautiful, it’s someone else’s home. They’ve decorated and furnished it with such care.

I check the news. The world out there is in chaos, like it’s always been.

Out there, someone needs this book. I’ll be obedient. Because He helps me finish it.

Have you heard? It’s breaking news in the Britis

Have you heard? It’s breaking news in the British newspapers. ☀️

📰 “heatwave to hit”
🗞 “Mercury to soar”
📰 “hotter than Turkey/ Southern Italy/ Falikari”

For non-Brits, allow me to translate & elaborate on this.

From my experience and observation being on the field here, from 11C is show-your-legs-and-arms and anything above 16C is “get the barbecue on”.

Do you understand the frenzy when temperatures are expected to shoot up to 25C.

IN MAY?!!

Now, imagine this without natural comforts such as fresh coconut water, watermelon 🍉, a swimming pool, or tiled flooring. And we’re not even mentioning air-conditioning.

We’re facing very British problems in our little corner between Worcestershire and Warwickshire 🇬🇧 . If you’d like to help, please send watermelon emojis below 👇🏼 😆

🦢 “the swan like the soul of the poet, by the

🦢 “the swan like the soul of the poet, by the dull world is ill understood”. ~ Heinrich Heine

May 2nd. Bank holiday here in England.

Was hoping for warmer weather today but the sun, like most Brits, is taking the day off.

It so happens that talking about the weather is absolutely normal here and it’s how locals connect, bond, make friends, get married. Don’t mind me trying to “blend in” with this caption.

Although… in reality, I’m well aware that no matter how much I speak weather, I still stick out like a Mauritian islander among the British.

I’ll be over here in my leggings, tights, thermal wear, wool-everything and leather boots. Good book & tea. In bed of course.

Have you ever done a 100-day challenge? ✔️ T

Have you ever done a 100-day challenge?

✔️ This weekend, I completed 100-days of walking. A challenge that begun on 13th January with my walking partner Tanja from @salty.nest 🍃

From the top of my head, here’s some tips:
(I’ll share more on lessons learned together with Tanja in a blogpost on my journal or hers soon).

🌳 Have an accountability partner - if it’s possible invite someone to join you. I was so please Tanja offered on her Stories and I joined in. We regularly motivated and cheered one another - even when we skipped a walk or two!

🌳 Do it for pleasure over performance. For me it wasn’t about checking off the box like a must do for today. It was because I know walks fuel my writing life; walks improve my digestion and cognitive function; walks are good for my health. Walks are fun as I get to see many wonders like bees, beautiful scenery and people with pets.

🌳 Make it manageable. One thing a day. The same thing a day, which can take different forms. Daily, we walked, but sometimes it was a long walk, other times shorter, sometimes they were practical walks like running errands, other times they were intentional walks to enjoy nature.

🌳 don’t let your external circumstances halt your progress

There are times I was incapable of walking for health reasons, and that I let go. But I didn’t allow my location and environment power over my desire to make progress in the challenge. Sometimes I had a lovely barefoot walk on the beach in Barbados, other times it was too hot and humid so I opted for a nocturnal walk under the starry sky instead. When I arrived in London, U.K I had mostly urban walks with car fumes filling my lungs with some spots of greenery. And when I moved locations 5 more times, my walks were all varied. I became disciplined, no matter what my environment or location looked like.

I hope as you embark on a challenge next month that you’ll be gentle with yourself and know that your pace is your pace.

This challenge is for you - your own progress. Not something to do as a way to impress.

One step and the next. Literally. And when I count the steps, I’m amazed at the journey covered. May you be in awe of your journey.

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