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[video] Maira Kalman: My Favorite Things

Winter beauty balm

So. You wanna lose weight. — loved this from Sara

The trouble with men (it’s not what you think)

If I ever get married, I want Penny & Cam to film it

[video] We Quit Sugar (watch all of them — I’m still laughing)

Miso avocado salad | GF oatmeal cookies | lemon & garlic pan-seared salmon

On never wanting to be pregnant — thanks for this, Jessica

10 podcasts to help your business thrive

And finally, all the feelings it is possible to feel, indexed

Happy weekend, loves! xo

SusannahConway.com
What should you do when people underestimate you? Eat them for lunch.

The difference between Lena Dunham and Aziz Ansari’s million-dollar book deals

Such ingenuity and sweetness

Adored this post from Andrea

[listen] Mary Oliver reading her poems

Wondering how to credit images on a blog? — thank you Kyla (images credited as “Pinterest” drive me nuts! Always credit the person who took the photograph)

Stalking on Instagram: NASA | Tyler Knott Gregson | A quiet style

17 times your love of books was officially out of control

How to know you’re on the right spiritual path

[watch] So simple, so clever

Happy weekend, loves! xo

Beach huts | SusannahConway.com

36 questions designed to speed up intimacy between strangers

Don’t let this happen

The art of memoir

Why women should be in charge of the world

Gluten-free banana bread | honey & vanilla cake | pea and spinach pesto pasta

Cosmic music, man | The universe in a nutshell

Treat yo self: this T-shirt | this brooch | this candle

Women can be minimalists too + let go of these 10 items to jumpstart decluttering

Why we need mindfulness in schools (thank you Liv)

In defense of Athena and the women who love her

And finally, Frances McDormand on aging

Happy weekend, loves! xo

My house of belonging | SusannahConway.com
All our inner life and intimacy of soul longs to find an outer mirror. It longs for a form in which it can be seen, felt and touched. The body is the mirror where the secret world of the soul comes to expression. The body is a sacred threshold and it deserves to be respected, minded and understood in its spiritual nature. — John O’Donohue, Anam Cara

As it turned out my fibroids were too big to be removed laproscopically so instead I had an open myomectomy last Monday. Fourteen fibroids were removed weighing one pound in total (!!) The largest ‘broid, as we now call them, was 8cm in diameter. My surgeon took a photo of them to show me afterwards and a) I love that he did that b) they aren’t pretty and c) I’m amazed I carried them in my body. My two-night stay in hospital was an HSP nightmare but I’m now safely at my mother’s house discovering what it’s like to recover from abdominal surgery.

The body deserves to be respected.

Yes. This. A thousand times, this.

I’ve been cycling through different beliefs about my body over the years: I am not my body. I am so much bigger than my body (still believe this). Yet I am utterly my body. My body is my soul made flesh and bone. In the past there was always a distancing between me and my body. “It” was defective leading me to believe I got shortchanged in the body department. Thankfully this has been changing, as I wrote about here.

My house of belonging | SusannahConway.com

There has been no distance between me and my body during these last 10 days post-surgery. Every twinge, every pull, the passage of every bit of food through my system, has been felt and experienced. The first time I sat on the loo and had some success I hugged my arms around myself in relief and kissed my own shoulders, silently telling my body I loved it. The first shower made me cry emo tears of gratitude. My body is magnificent. As I told Jo the next day, I will never talk shit about my body again. My body is my truest companion. We’re in it together.

Our bodies have their own animal wisdom, their own way of doing things that we have no control over. My body knows how to knit itself back together. When the hospital called to check in and see how I was doing, I told the lady who rang about the twinges and stabbing pains I’m getting: “It’s your nerve endings joining themselves back together” she told me. MY BODY IS DOING THIS ALL ON ITS OWN. The excision of 14 fibroids resulted in a helluva lot of internal stitches, so even as I watch my external wound heal (a 7 inch cut) I know there’s so much more work happening deep within me — in more ways than one.

I’ve been journalling about the connection between the fibroids and my seemingly perpetual singledom over the last decade since his death. The surgery feels like the most symbolic clearing out I could have had, old hurts swept out as my sacral chakra got retuned, ready for the next stage of the journey.

Today I turn 42 and I’m doing so much better than I was a week ago. In fact, so much better than I was five years ago. Or ten years. Better than I’ve ever been before in my life. Aging suits me. I like it.

The body is your only home in the universe. It is your house of belonging here in this world. — John O’Donohue, Anam Cara

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