Nourishment. It’s a lovely word. The word itself sounds like it’s nourishing you. I think in the modern world, Less and less of us get real nourishment. The foods we tend to eat are highly processed. Even when you do eat something whole and simple, like fruits and veg, you don’t know where it came… Continue reading Nourish yourself
Author: S.R. Crawford
Mental health & Lifestyle blogger. Writer. Author. Podcaster.
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Precious Sundays
Sundays. Technically my favourite and least favourite day of the week in one. Sundays are, for many of us, a day of relaxation. A day for being with your god, or yourself, in reverence and solitude. It’s a slower day. It’s a quieter day. It’s perfect. Except it’s the day before going back to work!… Continue reading Precious Sundays
Please yourself
Ah, people pleasing. It’s a tricky thing. There’s nothing wrong with wanting people to be happy. Nothing wrong with being the one to make that so. However, it becomes a problem when the pleasing of others comes at the expense of your own wants and needs. Anyone who is angry at you for not doing… Continue reading Please yourself
I think I like this little life
What would it take for me to like my life? Do I like my life? I’ve never asked that question. I invite you to ask yourself that question today. I think my answer would be different depending on many factors. In summer, it’s easier to like life for me. Working in a school means I… Continue reading I think I like this little life
Sleepless Summer Slumber
I slept in today. Only until 8am, which to some isn’t much, but it’s something. I don’t usually get a chance to have the bed to myself. Working in a school, means I’m often out of bed before my husband. There’s something quite nice about a double bed to yourself. All that space. You can… Continue reading Sleepless Summer Slumber
Ego is my enemy but I kind of need her?
I really struggle with ego. Through my study of self help and self development, I’ve come to know that ego can be the enemy. It highlights all our ugliness. Or rather, our scars and our need for approval on the surface level. The reason I struggle with it most is because I can recognise my… Continue reading Ego is my enemy but I kind of need her?
2nd wedding anniversary
When I was younger, I thought love was fireworks. An opening of the chest, tearing out of the heart so that it can only beat in the palm of another person. But that hasn’t been my experience of love. My love has been quiet. Refined. A comforting, knowing whisper in my heart. A knowing that… Continue reading 2nd wedding anniversary
The Power of Rain
The rhythmic clatter of rain dripping from our gutters, thick and fast, is the melody I wake to this morning. This is not the summer I ordered, but I’ll take it. There’s something quite poetic and important about a rainy day to break up a summer’s sun. As an introvert, writer and reader, rainy days… Continue reading The Power of Rain
Mondays
I feel sorry for Mondays. Most people shiver at the mere thought of it. Call it by any other name and we’d still fear it, though. This horrid day that comes to steal our freedom away. The working class and lower middle class chained to machines to make our bread. Ever chasing, never grasping. As… Continue reading Mondays
Day’s Gone Astray
I hate days like this. Days when everything seems to go wrong. Nothing major. No one has died and you still have a house, but all the little things fall over like dominoes and you can’t stack them back up. You feel powerless and defeated. It’s irritating. Like a gnat at your ear. I just… Continue reading Day’s Gone Astray
S. R. Crawford 