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I was lucky enough in January to spend a few hours creating a vision board alongside my daughter in an online workshop with the amazing Louise Bartlett.
Louise has been vision boarding for 2 decades. Coming from a creative background it became a very natural & easy way for her to express her emotions & bring her dreams into fruition.
Creating a vision board is quite a simple process of bringing together images, words, whatever resonates with you into a collage that represents how you want to feel or what you want to be. Louise is always on the look out for images & has a folder full of things she’s torn out of magazines together with things from nature like leaves, flower petals, shells, ribbons, wrapping paper, glitter.
You can literally use anything, For example, if you want to spend more time in nature, put some flowers & leaves on your board. Maybe you want to manifest more abundance in your life? Why not stick on some coins? I heard a lovely story about Jim Carey writing himself a cheque for $10,000,000 & his first big movie he got paid $10,000,000.
The biggest push-back to this process Louise encounters is people saying, ‘I’m not creative.’ As kids we are innately creative & playful. Sadly, this gets conditioned out of us with our adult responsibilities. As George Bernard Shaw once said, “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
Louise was keen to remind us that we are all creative in our own way. The important thing is not to get hung up on creating the perfect vision board. Just have fun, enjoy the process & the time spent doing something just for the joy of doing so.
We often get so caught up in ‘doing’ we stop having fun & playing. Vision boarding is a beautiful way to do something that lights you up. Channeling fun, creativity & joy raises our vibration & this is another important element of vision boarding & manifesting what we desire in our lives.
You can create a vision board whenever there is a change in your life or you want to manifest a change in your life but Louise went on to explain that creating the vision board is only the first step.
Actually manifesting what is on our board involves creating rituals & habits but these don’t have to be time-consuming. Put your board up somewhere you can see it, make it your screen saver & then commit some time to imagining & feelingwhat it means to you. It doesn’t take long, literally a few minutes everyday is enough. So let’s have a look at the process.
The hardest part is committing to that daily ritual. The next hard part for many people is not knowing what ‘it’ feels like. Try recalling a time when you did feel how you’d like to feel now. Take time to notice what you already have in your life, those moments of joy whether it’s a beautiful flower you notice walking to work, a moment of joyful connection with your kids, the little moments as Jon Kabal Zinn said, ‘The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.’
So you’ve created your vision board, you spend time daily visualising and feeling into whatever it is you want to create; the new job, a relationship, a new home but it just doesn’t see to be manifesting. What now?
Louise is a big fan of the law of attraction: what you focus on you become. So perhaps you are focusing too much on what isn’t happening, what isn’t working so it is creating more of the same. A simple way is to shift this focus from what’s not happening to what is.
We may not get from A to B in a gentle smooth arch. We may make a detour via F,C,Z & P before eventually arriving at B. Or maybe we aren’t destined for B at all. After all, whenever we are manifesting it’s always this or something better because sometimes there’s a better plan out there for us. But we won’t appreciate it unless we keep a look out for all the beautiful little opportunities & possibilities along the way. After all, it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.
We can get really hung up on manifesting law of attraction & creating this ‘perfect’ life. Life isn’t like that. Life isn’t perfect & indeed it is the imperfections that are so beautiful. But Lousie was really keen to stress that we are ALL creative in our own way & creating some time to explore, have fun & play is an act of self-care. There’s no right or wrong, no need to worry about the outcome, just creating some time for ourselves is so important for our own wellbeing, our physical, mental & emotional health.
If you’d like to find out more about vision boarding I can’t recommend Louise more highly. You can contact her here:
Louise Bartlett Wellbeing
IG: @_louisebartlett
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URL: louisebartlett.com
Blog on Vision boards:
My course, The Power of Vision Boards (there’s a waitlist)
https://www.louisebartlett.com/the-power-of-vision-boards-course
If you would like to find out more about creating different self-care practices check out Alex’s FB group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/mindfulnessyoga4selfcare
Or on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/alexbannard/
Incorporate short yoga sequences & meditations as part of your self-care toolkit with guided practices on Alex’s YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQlKZJ7MeyYc6lqkv6seISw
For more info check out www.alexbannard.com
Alex is based on the edge of the stunning Cotswolds & has been sharing her love for all things yoga & mindfulness for almost a decade, not just in the UK but also around the world. Having used her training & knowledge to navigate her own menopausal journey & create a life in which she is thriving, Alex is devoted in supporting other’s in this life changing transition.
As the saying goes, this is the first Sue Moorcroft book I have read, but it won’t be the last. On the face of it, Summer at the French Café is a happy ever after holiday read, but actually the book is far more.
So, what makes it stand out? The sense of place, certainly, and I love that. As I read I could actually see every place the author described; Parc Lemmel, the bookshop café at the story’s heart, the local villages… and without a single sentence of overblown description. All I needed to know was dropped seamlessly into the narrative in an exceptionally skilful way.
But more than the quality of the writing, I love the fact there is a very serious issue at the heart of the book, one that isn’t squashed or skimmed over in the search for a happy ending, one that is dealt with in a sensitive and realistic manner. That issue is emotional control; how it can be used in relationships, the reasons people accept it, and the dangerous patterns that mean it can echo across generations and years.
I asked Sue Moorcroft why she decided to tackle this insidious form of coercion…
“I’m interested in human behaviour, so when I read about control within relationships, I wanted to write about it. It provided the perfect secret behind central character Noah giving up his life in Dordogne and moving across France to Alsace. I write love stories, so the mystery had to be nuanced rather than a simple jeopardy.
I remembered someone who, when she lost her husband, refurnished and redecorated her home. I’d never come across that reaction to widowhood. She explained, ‘He liked to be the one to choose. But now I can.’ To me, this put their relationship in a whole new light. When we’d invited her out and she’d said, ‘I’ll have to check,’ had she meant with her diary? Or with her husband? When we’d picked her up, he escorted her to the car and looked inside to say, ‘Good evening’. How old-fashioned and courtly, I’d thought. But was he checking she was going out with who she’d said she was? If so, did this behaviour make her feel cherished?
Or did she resent it and feel controlled?
She also once mentioned that she’d married young and that her (by then deceased) dad had been a similar man to her husband…
I’ll never know if I jumped to conclusions, but my suspicions informed the background I gave Noah’s ex, Florine. When Florine’s controlling father died, she felt adrift. Attentive Yohan came along, telling her what she looked best in what he liked so that she could like it too, and she felt secure again. But leaving Noah for Yohan pitched her into a very different relationship.
The interesting thing about control, and which provided the nuances I was after, is that it doesn’t have to involve a traditional bully. Yohan doesn’t hit Florine or her daughter Clémence – he loves them. In fact, he almost suffocates them with his love, wanting constant knowledge of where they are or to have them with him, using his anxieties over them to cut them off from others, so he can bask in their undivided attention. His behaviour stems from his own insecurity and immaturity. Mix in a little self-importance and selfishness, and you have a controlling man. Yohan isn’t a main character, which means that Summer at the French Café is not his story – but the plot around Noah won’t work without him.”
Jane Cable
My latest book, We’ll Always Have Venice, is my second romantic comedy set in Venice and is a summer love story, following the winter adventure of A Match Made in Venice. Whereas the first book explored Murano and the ancient art of glassmaking, as well as the old city itself, the second book features the idyllic lagoon and the further islands, including Burano.
The main character, Norah, is a marine microbiologist exploring the lagoon to collect samples every weekend with her guide, rower and oarmaker Gianluca. Every weekend is an adventure, taking refuge in an island monastery during a storm, picnicking with flamingos and dodging cruise ships.
One of my favourite scenes is where they accidentally disturb some fishing nets and bump into the fisherman and his son. But they’re not catching fish. The nets contain a local delicacy only available in May. And with true Burano hospitality, they end up pleasantly tipsy on Prosecco with stomachs full of delicately fried crab.
Gianluca squinted at the net. ‘Moeche,’ he said, a grin breaking out. He dropped her hand and strode over to the fishermen. He beckoned to Norah with quick fingers. ‘It’s crabs. Look!’
At the word ‘crabs’, she shrank back. Crustaceans were her least favourite form of marine life, coming in after gelatinous zooplankton and ectoparasitic flukes. She shook her head fiercely at Gianluca.
‘These aren’t just any crabs,’ said Gianluca with enthusiasm.
‘These,’ explained the fisherman grandly, ‘are nude crabs. Or they will be in some days, I hope.’
‘Did he say “nude crabs”?’ Reluctantly curious, she approached and inspected the specimen in the palm of the older man’s hand. ‘That’s carcinus aestuarii, the common green crab. And it’s about to moult. Natural behaviour for this species in spring, I believe.’
‘But have you ever eaten it, fried lightly in oil?’ Gianluca said, his face lit up. He turned to the older man and spoke in rapid dialect. A moment later, they were shaking hands and clapping each other on the shoulder like long-lost friends.
Norah watched with a smile tugging on one side of her mouth. Her brain filled in the blanks of the conversation:
‘For your nòna, I will give you a good price – and because you can speak my dialect!’
‘I have always wanted to meet a nude crab fisherman!’
‘Lucky for you the crabs are nude and not the fisherman – bahahaha.’
They followed Emiliano and Daniele back to the island of Mazzorbo, where they sorted the crabs into submerged baskets according to the imminence of their moulting and retrieved the jelly-like specimens that had already shed their shells and were crawling around nude.
Norah’s stomach rumbled as Gianluca rowed up to Burano. Earlier that day, they’d stopped for lunch at an osteria on the eastern side of the island, but she hadn’t seen the main canal. The fondamenta was bustling with tourists visiting the lace ateliers or stopping at market stalls, and locals wandering to their favourite spots for their evening aperitivo. The brightly coloured houses – sky blue, hot pink and lime green – were a shock after the graduating greens, blues and browns of the lagoon. Flapping laundry hung from ropes under the upper windows. The buildings were only two or three storeys high, making the island feel like a village in comparison to its grand old sister to the south.
This warm spring weather’s just great and I love it, but as we ditch woollies for short sleeves and trousers for bare legs, it’s depressing to rediscover those wrinkles which we’d hoped would have disappeared over the winter months. Thus our thoughts must turn to moisturisers – preferably ones with powers verging on the miraculous.
But does it really matter what moisturiser we use? Well actually more than you may think. Your skin is a rather marvellous system and does a great deal more than just looking good – it manufactures vitamin D from sunlight, it prevents us from overheating or freezing and, importantly, it absorbs things – very efficiently actually. In fact pharmaceutical companies formulate some medicines specifically to be absorbed through the skin – a topical (if you’ll pardon the pun) example being HRT patches. But with most good things there’s a downside, and skin can absorb surprising quantities of harmful chemicals too.
Contrary to what you may imagine, some moisturisers contain rather unpleasant chemicals hidden amongst that microscopic list on the label. However, if you don’t have a pocket magnifying glass to check the contents, you can buy from companies such as ARRAN Sense Of Scotland with confidence. They use natural products wherever possible and carefully consider and constantly review the safety of any unavoidable additives.
ARRAN Sense Of Scotland, is based on the Isle of Arran in Scotland. They’re a great company and are passionate about bringing pure, natural products from this beautiful wilderness into your home. Their stated purpose is ‘To help the world connect with nature’ and they certainly achieve this with their unusual choice of scents and active ingredients.
Frankly I love their range and thus I was unashamedly delighted to try their brand new product – After The Rain Shea Butter Cream.
I have to say – they’ve done it again. Presented in a luxurious glass jar with light-wood lid, it’s packed with shea butter (a full 20%) . It felt so thick and creamy, and yet soaked in instantly, leaving no unpleasant greasiness. My skin immediately felt and looked soft and those naughty wrinkles were distinctly less obvious.
The Shea Butter Cream also contains some amazing ingredients such as Scottish sea kelp to nourish and hydrate dry skin, and extracts of lichen, peat moss and fern, which apparently have unique rejuvenating and moisture-boosting properties, so providing long-lasting hydration and helping to soften and comfort the skin. Although it’s suitable for any skin type, I’m advised that it provides intensive hydration particularly for dry skin, and it’s rich in vitamins antioxidant and minerals.
The signature scent, After the Rain, is distinctive and unusual, and creates images of walking in the Scottish Mountains, with its lime, rose and sandalwood aromas, and you can buy a whole range of products which use this perfume.
After the Rain Shea Butter Cream cost just £25.00 for a very generous 100ml jar which will last for ages, from ARRAN Sense Of Scotland – check out the link for a whole range of fabulous products – you owe it to yourself.
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A family torn apart by their father’s infidelity are forced to confront the past thirty years later. As Natalie’s younger sister, Amanda, prepares for marriage and impending motherhood, her plea for the family to reunite uncovers pent-up tension and animosity. Can they forget the past and become a family again?
Natalie’s life begins to unravel as their father starts to creep back into their lives and family tensions resurface, affecting her relationship with her boyfriend, Rob. Will the couple find their way back to each other, and can a family that has been torn apart ever heal their wounds?
Can you ever walk away from someone you love, or do some fires never die out?
This is a painstaking, fascinating page turner of a novel, and the Frost Magazine review team isn’t surprised to learn that debut author, Catherine Yardly originally wrote Ember as a film script, because it LIVES. Hardly surprising when one realises that before becoming a writer, Yardley spent some years as a successful actor, who knows all about making characters live.
So how did the script become Ember, the novel? As happens to so many early endeavours the script was put aside when another idea intruded – this time for a novel, set in the acting world. In the dormant time between drafts Yardley came across the script once more, and realised … it should have been a novel. Ember was reborn, which meant changes, research, and a great deal of thought about the dynamics of familial relationships, the acceptance of past, perhaps present failings, or does one chose unacceptance.
In Ember Yardley explores the divisions that ensue when siblings take opposing points of view regarding a father’s historical unfaithfulness, a division heightened by the pain of infertility raising its head.
Will the wedding be the start of a glimmer of reconciliation, of understanding, of healing and forgiveness? Or will it cause more fragmentation as memories become ever more vivid and outrage is stoked. And just how did Yardley bring such empathy and understanding to a family under such strain, and to the pain of infertility?
Yardley says: ‘I feel like some people don’t realise how much research goes into a work of fiction. I had to research fertility treatment as I am lucky enough to never have needed any. I also had to research little things about driving from one place to another. I had a lovely doctor friend who writers for Frost Magazine called Dr Kathleen Thompson who answered a lot of questions and helped me create an accurate portrayal of an obstetrician’s work life.’
Yes, indeed, research is crucial, so too observation, reflection, empathy and an actor’s ability to BE a character and make it tick. So, here we have it, Ember, a forensic examination of the dynamics of a family’s life. The pain, the hope, the darkness that needs to see the light of day, be aired, and blown away if possible, if not, somehow accepted, But can it be?
It takes an author of rare wisdom and skill to create a novel which unwinds past strands and empathises sufficiently to see the different perspectives at work, and somehow bring the whole caboosh to a credible resolution. The author weaved her magic and breaks the reader’s heart but also warms it. She reminds us that hope can take over from trauma, division and … well, just family discord dug deep.
She reminds us that quite frankly, no-one is perfect, some less so than others. But begs the question: how long should we go on harbouring resentment? I suspect it is something most of us have had to work out for ourselves,
Does this make it sound too heavy? Ember isn’t, It’s compelling, absorbing, and one can’t help referring back to one’s own experiences as gradually we learned to let go of fear, not to mention animosity., or at least put it aside for the sake of the family.
I found myself asking with regard to my own life ”Did I even try to understand? Did I really want to know? Is it time to put it away now, or just walk away?
Ember is evocative, wise, discerning, and page turning. We close the book, the character strands unwound, a resolution but it’s up to you to read it and discover what resolution. But more, we put it on the bookshelf aware that we have more understanding of others, and ourselves. What more can you ask of a novel.
In a word, Ember by Catherine Yardley, is beautifully written, and resonates. Bravo.
Ember by Catherine Yardley. in pb and e-book. Available here
When the Netgalley notification came through of a novel set in Sarajevo during the conflict of the 1990s, I had to read it. My interest in the war had been sparked by a conversation with then tour guide, now friend, Darko Barisic, who as a child had lived through the same conflict in Mostar. I knew what he’d gone through and I greatly respected his resilience. I also knew I had to tell his story, which I did through the medium of The Olive Grove, my first women’s fiction title set in Croatia.
Black Butterflies is completely different to my own book, it’s literary fiction but reads almost like a memoir. It takes you to Sarajevo in 1992 real time through the eyes of Zora, an artist and tutor who along with her neighbours experiences the brunt of the siege. A siege that occurred when an army of Serbs surrounded what was a wonderful multi-ethic, highly cultured society. A society none expected would turn into a war zone.
The language the author uses is incredible in both its beauty and its harshness. It’s also immersive. I was in Sarajevo, and it is rare a book has so much power to transport me in such a multi-sensory way. The horror, the moments of lightness, the unremitting awfulness of losing almost everything… no work, no food, no power, no water… while being under fire. It all became absolutely real and that is an incredible talent.
I guessed early on that the author had access to first hand accounts and this proved to be the case. Although fictional, Black Butterflies is a melding of two family stories, and the experiences of a larger number of people, but skilfully woven together they make a unified whole.
A word of warning though; if you are particularly anxious about the situation in Ukraine, this isn’t the time to read this book. However if you would prefer to think on how conflicts do end, how people come out of the other side and go on to lead normal lives, then do.
Publisher’s blurb for Black Butterflies:
Sarajevo, spring 1992. Each night, nationalist gangs erect barricades, splitting the diverse city into ethnic enclaves; each morning, the residents – whether Muslim, Croat or Serb – push the makeshift barriers aside.
When violence finally spills over, Zora, an artist and teacher, sends her husband and elderly mother to safety with her daughter in England. Reluctant to believe that hostilities will last more than a handful of weeks, she stays behind while the city falls under siege. As the assault deepens and everything they love is laid to waste, black ashes floating over the rooftops, Zora and her friends are forced to rebuild themselves, over and over. Theirs is a breathtaking story of disintegration, resilience and hope.
Publisher’s blurb for The Olive Grove:
Antonia Butler is on the brink of a life-changing decision and a job advert looking for a multilingual housekeeper at a beautifully renovated Croatian farmhouse, Vila Maslina, is one she can’t ignore.
Arriving on the tiny picturesque island of Korčula, Antonia feels a spark of hope for the first time in a long time. This is a chance to leave the past behind.
But this island, and its inhabitants, have secrets of their own and a not-too-distant past steeped in tragedy and war. None more so than Vila Maslina’s enigmatic owner Damir Maric. A young man with nothing to lose but everything to gain…