Revealing barriers…

Reveal Vision


The only person stopping me… is ME!

It’s raining outside but something has finally soaked into me.

I am very good at starting new projects, getting swept away with new ideas and opening myself to an assault of inspiration.  Where i fall down – is follow-through, completing, producing and simply, doing.


Self-erected barriers…

Belief in perfection…

Fear of exposure and judgement…

Maybe even fear of greatness?

Yet… this is my year to reveal.

This morning i sat down to create my vision board (part of my One Little Word project), it was a battle of “will this be good enough?”, “am i ruining it by using the wrong tools?’, “why is it not giving me the wow that i want?”.

That perfect image, the one that is displayed in my head and hiding in my heart, is blocked by these self-imposed bars, keeping my creativity caged.

But it doesn’t need to be good.  It doesn’t need to be perfect or wow.  It just needs to get out!  I need to let it reveal itself – myself.  I need to be open in and to the process.

All to often, I forget, that it is the journey… the process… the doing… that matters.

Life is not a destination.

No one else’s work would be the same as what evolves and eminates from my heart and hands, because it is infected with my strengths, talents and experiences.

What i think

What i write

What i create

Are unique and my creations (writings and art) are one and only (just like me).

Works of art are often messy and in that, is where their beauty is birthed. It is a labour, but it is one of love and delight.

So when you want to stop… Don’t!

Keep going, keep creating, keep doing…

Ira Glass, American radio personality reminded me of this in this video 


Image credit - One Little Word Vision Board - Reveal
Laura Arrowsmith-Hudson Feb 2015

2015 – Reveal

Reveal for mindcycle

The new year has started, and I was launched into a blur of activity and an abundance of ideas and inspiration cycling in my mind.

Instead of resolutions, I have intentions focused around one little word – Reveal.

I stumbled across Ali Edwards and One Little Word… then the word found me.

I know words have power but this word has opened pandora’s box, lifted veils and evaporated barriers… and it has only just started with me.

I am ready and open for what is to be revealed.

At a recent meeting of like-minded souls, I shared my word and asked the group for theirs…






These single little words; harmless, even simple when written on this page, but when spoken with an open heard and mind… told a story and held such power for that person.  I don’t think it’s possible to own a word, yet when these ladies spoke their word aloud, they became theirs.

Mindcycle Reveal

This is my word… what is yours?


Photo Credit - Laura Arrowsmith-Hudson.  Top image features a mandala design from Find Your Word by Susannah Conway

Consumed by Christmas

consuming christmas


Christmas has been consumed!

Consumerism has sucked the life out of Christmas.  Everywhere you look… they use our desire to give, to increase profits.

And sadly, it works – very effectively.


We buy so many things we don’t need at the best of times but this time of year it is explodes!  - Christmas Chaos. Using money we don’t have, we fill our bags and trolleys with things that are devoid of meaning… sometimes, even for people we do not like.

I haven’t felt the Christmas spirit much in the last 20 years.  The joy I recall as a child, has faded to a ghost of a memory.  We moved to Australia 25 years ago, yesterday, and since then it has never felt right.  Christmas for me needs to be cold and, if you are lucky, white with snow and filled with family.  There was just the four of us here, no other family around. No cold, no snow, just oppressive Queensland heat and humidity.  But it wasn’t just the climate, I don’t blame Australia (I love seeing the sun nearly everyday and the ‘no worries’ attitude of the people here).

It may have been the massive change in my life – being on the other side of the world.

Maybe due to my age as well – Santa and his special magic had been exposed and with it a part of my childhood, corrupted by this well-meaning lie.

We stopped celebrating Christmas with presents, because it got too hard.  Dad never wanted anything and the rest of us impulse purchased for the other 11 months, so there was never much left wanted at Christmas.

And if you didn’t want it… it wasn’t worth having.

In the last few years, Christmas has changed again… I have children now and I want them to create memories that they will remember.  I want to see their little faces filled with excitement as they rip through the wrapping into the unknown.  I want fun and laughter to fill our home.  I want them to enjoy the magic of Santa Claus.

This desire has lead me to missing the point again…

I have bought them things… too many things.

It hit me like a tidal wave – raging, overwhelming, foamy questions, pulling the sand beneath my feet, and knocking me over…

I can’t buy value to put in their lives.

And I certainly won’t find it at the shopping mall.

I have to teach it.

I have to show it.

I have to build it.

Most importantly, I need to learn it again (or is it actually for the first time?), myself.

Christmas has consumed me…. it has chewed me up…  and yet it is still ten days away…

The beauty of this realisation is that  - I still have time to give my family the Christmas I would like them to remember, but it won’t be found or bought at the shops.


Photo credit - Spot the difference - Laura Arrowsmith-Hudson 2014

Drowning in a sea of too much!


Help!  I’m drowning!

Both inside and out, I am overwhelmed by too much of everything.  Too many thoughts and ideas.  Too many things to do, so much work and chores. Infinite requests and never-ending demands.  Too much stuff, clogging and cluttering my life.

Some days I am doggy paddling on the surface.  Splashing and spluttering but keeping my head above water.  It’s not elegant but it’s something.

Other days, I feel weighted and sink under, into the suffocating hug of overwhelm.  Struggling and fighting is our natural response, but makes things worse.  Freezing, doing nothing, seems only to take us deeper into despair.

Letting go is our only option… and strangely is what is needed.  Detaching ourselves from all those anchors, all those things weighing us down, all those demands pulling at us… even for a moment… a cup of tea.. a 5 minute walk in the fresh air.

We can float.

We can breathe.

We can Reset. Reassess. Restart.

We can’t help anyone else when we are drowning.  In those moments we need to be focused on self preservation… Taking our next breathe…Taking the next step, no matter how small.

We can help ourselves…

We can ask for help!  A life line or a rubber ring… something to hold on to… to catch our breathe.

We can speak up and tell someone how we feel…(Even write a blog post to clear our mind).

Don’t be afraid to ask for help, you are surrounded by life guards.. family, friends, strangers even, who want to see you survive.


Photo credit - Ryan McGuire -