Some goals for 2019


See things as they truly are. That way you can implement change or practice acceptance and get on with it.

Love yourself, even the dark parts, shine light on them and let them breathe.

Stop using plastic, don’t aim to use less, don’t hope to do better, it’s too late for that so just make a change now.

Buy 2nd hand. We’ve produced enough crap to keep circling the globe a number of times so let’s use it again.

Be Kind, to the person next to you in line, the person trying to merge into the stream of traffic, the neighbour who shouts, your children, just be kind.

Love our children, and they are all of ours, when they smile, smile back. Let them be free, don’t force them to conform to old fashioned expectations that don’t do any of us any good. We need them to be creative energetic thinkers, not quiet frightened boxes that we can stack neatly.

Respect this planet and the creatures that live here, in the oceans, the land or even in your houses. Re-home that spider if you can’t live with it, don’t kill it just because you don’t understand it.

Move more, ride your bike when you need to get somewhere close by, stretch when you wake in the morning, get to know your aches and pains, accept them or relieve them. You can’t escape your body so enjoy living in it.

Don’t judge or gossip. We are all on this planet doing the best we can do with what we have been given, understand that sometimes you just don’t understand.

Look around and notice the beauty, look up, look down, look inside and see. The light, the dark and the smudges of colour in between.

Know that you’re ok, just as you are, just as you’ve always been, whatever it is that you find know you are loved.

Eat less beef and consume less dairy. Excessive dairy farming is not great for our planet, science has proven it plenty.

Take responsibility and act, when you see someone crying ask if they’re ok, pick up the plastic you see on the side of the road. There’s not point being annoyed at the person at fault. If you don’t act that person is you.

Find purpose and community, if that seems a daunting task then start with this list and pretty soon you’ll find you have both.

Peeling the layers



I have been busy peeling back layers in my house lately. It feels like a cleanse, like I’m purging the past of my home and bringing it to sit comfortably in the present.

In the present, it looks like I am living in a cardboard box. There is something quite humbling about its simplicity, its plainness and the transformation that I am watching.  Sometimes I peel back the paper and underneath it there is writing from the original build. That wonderful sloping, looped writing that my own Pop used to use. He was a builder and I find myself thinking about him sometimes. That dear quiet old chap. He was old when I met him and didn’t seem to change much until he faded out and died. Pop was so solid and unpretentious, yet his writing was beautiful like the script on my wall. William, Bill back then of course. Simple and yet probably more complicated than my child brain could understand. So much knowledge in his great, big, gentle old paws. He used to bang nails into wood out in his old shed and thread string around them to make patterns, back and forth, colours crossing each others paths. Pop kept cockatiels out in his shed that he hand reared. Those gnarly old hands feeding the little creatures and scratching behind their heads so that they became trusting pets. They rode around on his shoulders watching the world. Yet he was tough. He’d seen the war and when I asked him about it he would tell me short recounts of the elephant dung beetles who rolled poo to cover the entranceways of their homes. Then he would go back to whistling and utter a ‘wacky doo’ if I kept up any chatter… although I was pretty quiet back then as well.

I used to struggle with nostalgia – or remembering. It never sat well with me as I would feel a sense of dissatisfaction when I recalled past events. Now I just remember, without attaching  much to the experience outside of gratitude. Gratitude to where I have been, who I have crossed paths with, and what I am now.

In yoga we consider much of the practice to be a way of peeling back the sheaths of experience, letting go of past hurts and heartaches, sitting within any discomfort and accepting the present. This practice has been such a lesson for me.

I peeled back the layers of my house and found builders writing that spoke in whispers of a time long past. I also found this giraffe which my children have asked me to keep until the very end of the task. She will be the last piece of paper to come off the wall.

It occurs to me often when I speak to people of progression that it is not holding the most strenuous and challenging physical pose. It is exposing the very core of us. Stilling the chatter of the mind until we come to sit quietly within our centre… our ‘self’. Unearthing the very essence of us and loving all that it is with compassion and kindness.


Sonya Simpson