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    Living Lightly is changing my world. Beautifully. Radically. Gently. Lovingly. Though I am discovering ever more Luxurious Simplicity, changes have been manifesting quickly. Snowballing. There is such momentum. Endless moments of kismet. Sparkling serendipity.

    I’d love you to share the LIVELIGHTLY Love. Simply link to ilivelightly.com xo

    These opportunities, however beautiful, never travel alone. Their cheeky pals change and challenge are always along for the ride. An exhausting, vivacious and frustrating duo, these two are wise (despite outward appearance). They are here to teach me lessons. And if I don’t learn the lesson the first time, they go home, have a snack and a snooze, then return, more full of energy than before.


    I am learning to be Mindful.

    To live consciously, so that I am able to enjoy every moment of this delicious journey, while cultivating my centre, and deriving knowledge from my experience.

    In an attempt to reconcile the lessons learned, I have been writing. Journalling. Emailing luminous Loves. And the flow of words allows me to connect-the-dots, pieces ideas, feelings and experiences into understanding. But I am visual thinker, a designer. So to anchor these lessons I need to see them. Touch them. Drink them in. I need tangibility.


    I need to Play.

    I want to sink my fingers into Colour. Sparkle. So my idea is this. I am going to paint. Yes. With my hands. Paint. Brushes. Something I have not done since I was little. Even though I am a beauty obsessed designer, a creative Luminary and a crafty minx, I have always been a little scared of Fine Arts. As a communication designer, I have always felt a little bit like a fraud, because ‘I am not an artist. I’m not great at drawing and painting’.

    Talking with my Luminous Loves recently, I have heard similar qualms. ‘I am not creative’. ‘I am not an artist’. And this is from Loves I consider to be incredibly creative. Problem Solvers. Healers. Nurturers. Intellectuals. Adventurers. Entrepreneurs. Each CREATING beauty everyday. ARTFULLY igniting change in their uniquely beautiful way. Yet because we have not explored applying paint to canvas or pencil to paper, we dismiss own own creativity and artistry.

    I am so excited to push my boundaries. To try something new. To create something beautiful. It will be scrappy. Messy. Electric-hued. To embrace my inner artist. With an abundance of glitter, which is my idea of Luxurious Simplicity.


    I will share little paintings here.

    Capturing my Living Lightly lessons. Things I have learned, am learning, or re-learning. And in this way I will anchor the message within myself. Living. Learning. Lightly.


    I would be delighted to Tweet you!

    How do you learn your Live Lightly lessons? Are you an artist? A creative Luminary? Do you love to paint? Or draw? Or pastel? Or create sculpture out of crystals and glitter (ooooh what a fabulous idea)? Will you be my Accomplice in Delight? Let’s create a beautiful something. Together.

    About izennah

    Oooh hello delighted to meet you! My SuperPower? I’m a SensitiveFOODIE + HolisticHEALTH Accomplice + Designer Cook + Yoga Teacher (in training). I Dream of EmPowering HyperSensitive Minxies to SURVIVE HEAL+THRIVE FOOD Sensitivity, HEALING our Tummies with RealFOOD + Old-Fashioned COOKING + YOGA. I’m Sharing My Story + de-Medical-Mumbo-Jumbo-ed Tips Tricks+TLC to navigate the MedicalMINEFIELD, ToiletTRAUMA (yep!), SocialSTICKINESS + LifestyleMAHEM with Glimpses o’ Grace + Sparkly Ridiculousness. I believe our FOOD Sensitivity DiseASE is a Gift. In Nourishing My Self, I’m Oh-So-Accidentally Illuminating My BODY MIND + SPIRIT, My LOVES + My World HOME WORK + PLAY. I’m KISSING. Keeping it Oh-So-Simple. And Sparkling! I’m giving Cordon Bleu a Sensitive FOODie Makeover. A HyperSensitive Julie+Julia. Pushing My 18 RealFOODs (that LOVE me) to their limits. Savouring Every Bite. Blogging the DELICIOUSNESS. I'd LOVE to be Your Accomplice. #LuminaryLove izennah xo
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