Why I am pursuing a life of quiet content.
Written by founder, Rach Taylor.
Outwardly, I am nothing special, nor do I wish to be.
No distinctive features adorn my life -
I don’t desire to run marathons, track my time or even pay attention to where I am running, really. I want to throw on my old, old, old running clothes and pitter patter around the headland, spotting whales and inhaling the sweet ocean air.
And although we are larks not owls, at the weekend you will find us lazing in our pajamas, eating honey toast, staring out at the passing world. At gymnastics class or a park run, we will not be.
I work hard to not work too hard. The Editors Award will not soon come my way. I aim for nothing short of beautiful work in the hours that I allot and once I am finished, I sit down and look into the eyes of my children whilst they complain that they STILL do not like broccoli.
I have traced a pencil line around my time, in a quest to do nothing…or something. Now be under no illusion, that this is not a failsafe plan nor do I softly close my laptop lid at 2pm everyday. Work spills over into time set aside for family, snotty noses and temperatures take over any plans I had of sitting serenely at my desk and I rub my eyes as I type long after the moon has risen and the birds have retired. But…the intention is there.
So why is this important?
To create, I try to find space to be an observer, to study the intricacies of life—insects in long grass and the scent on the breeze. This longform activity is not only good for the soul, it allows ideas to meander and flow, trickle like a stream and roar like a waterfall.
Am I living along the equator of life? Never venturing out to see the world; the ice of the Artic or the boundless plains of Africa? Towing the line and not checking out what is above or below? To some it may sound boring but to me, this is:
Heavenly.
Because when I stare upon a pink moon and milky skies, an untroubled skyscape , which at first glance may seem plain, when you look closely you notice;
A haze of lavender,
and the curve of the moon.
The clouds whisper to the stars,
come out soon.
Our daughter Lily was a wide-eyed toddler, with baby chub and a penchant for waking up at 5am. We were living in Australia and the weather in the Northern Rivers was mild all year around. When we inevitably rose, sometime before 6am, we would clamber into the car and mosey down to our local beach. With toast and tea in hand we sat and absorbed the rhythm of the waves and the silence of the skies.
There was so much beauty in this calm content.
Whiling away our days decorating sand castle forts.
It was around this time that I wrote this for my Lils.
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I dream that every single day,
Your sweet life moves in gentle waves.
As mellow as a palm tree breeze,
That whispers through the lazy leaves.
As smooth as honeyed sunlit rays,
That swirl and sparkle through your day.
And though you crave to stretch your arms,
To find your joy amongst the stars…
And happiness high in the skies,
One day you will realise.
The time your toes and ground do meet,
Is where your life is truly sweet.
As you read this we will be travelling to France with five children, eight adults, a car loaded to the hilt and only a vague idea of where our holiday house is. Wish us luck and see you on our socials for some updates of our latest French escapades.
À bientôt!
Rach
