Less is More.

The last week in London has been fairly challenging to say the least.  Summer holiday mayhem, madness, machiavellianism.

And that is just in my own home let alone what has been going on in the streets.

I must admit I had a moment one evening last week.  Lying on the sofa, with Brad away in Birmingham just as the riots kicked off there,  I briefly wondered why I had removed my children from their carefree, barefooted sunny freedom and brought them back here.  A dark moment in a night filled with sirens and a palpable tension.

It has taken me a week to remind myself why we made the decision we did.  A friend once told me that there are no good or bad decisions, just decisions.  From those decisions we learn valuable lessons.  We make a choice and we need to make the most of what we have.  Live in the moment without regrets or attachments.

Many of my readers will know that my decision making process (with regard to this return to London) was long and considered, even painful and tiresome.  I recently read a great article here about making difficult decisions, and I reckon I can tick quite a few of the those suggestions, and therefore rest easy in this place.

I decided to start a photo diary on my Facebook page to document the things I love about London.  As a way to focus on the positive.  Because there are always surprises and random moments of beauty and wonder in this city.   If we take them for granted, then it is easy to only see the dark and dirt and chaos.

Having left this city for a few years for some soul cleansing in my homeland, I have returned with a deeper understanding of what it takes to survive here.  In a city of constant motion, where the energy flows like a thunderous river, nearly visible to the naked eye.  Ever so mesmerizing, so easy to fall in and be swept away with the currents, tossed and tumbled and washed ashore like a piece of useless flotsam, miles from where you started or intended to go (this of course can sometimes be a good thing).

We have to be able to know when to stand behind the yellow line.  Take a seat and breath.  To observe the motion without feeling we have to jump on board.

I received another of my daily truths from Brave Girls Club today, and as I quite often find, it was a timely message about slowing down, not getting caught up in the race to have everything (or at least what we are lead to believe is everything we need).  Stopping in the moment without grasping for the next.

This message applies to life in every corner of the globe.