I broke myself...

Are you feeling the whirl of encroaching transitions and holidays, or have yours already begun?

Are you slowing down or speeding up?

I'm in the midst of an unexpected slow down. I fought against it for a couple of days, and eventually realised that wasn't helping me in the slightest. So now, I'm trying acceptance...

Some days I'm successful, some days I'm grumpy and frustrated.  Which is fine, that's just part of being human.

I was running across the road towards the sea, en route to a meeting.

I had my 'smart' yet still pretty sensible sandals on - flat cork heel, several straps. As I ran, my sandal twisted under my foot, my ankle twisted and my foot smashed down. I heard the crack. But I didn't have time to think about it, because I was already careering onwards across the pelican crossing, and my main focus at that point was trying to stay upright through the pain as the momentum threw me forward. I got across and managed to get my hands on the low prom wall. Thank goodness, because if I hadn't managed that, it would have been knees, wrists, face, the lot. 

Luckily, my husband was behind me. He, rather sensibly, hadn't chosen to run across the pelican crossing - but now he was. As I sat down to catch my breath, I looked down and realised that my foot was already swelling rapidly. Soon after that, I realised that there was no way I was walking home. A few hours at A&E later, I discovered I'd broken not just my foot but my ankle.

A wave made from glass

So now, here I am, foot propped up as often as possible, in this big black boot. The hardest bit has been not being able to get in the sea. And the second hardest, not being able to do anything else...!

But there have also been many many gifts.

Because sometimes, it's only when we slow down that we truly see how much we have. And what we actually need.

The love I have received has astounded me.

The visitors, the support, the kindness, the thoughtfulness.

The reminders of all that is good in the world.

Right now, the wider world can feel like a dark place sometimes - there is so much at threat, so many leaders making selfish divisive choices, so much to fear. 

And yet, slowing down, it's easier to see the light. And the hope.

It's still a challenge to receive, to accept all the help and love that is offered - that's part of the journey for me too. To simply sit and allow. To be open to the hands of kindness, instead of taking the 'safer' position of being the one always offering a hand.

So, I'm curious - where might you slow down right now? What help, love or kindness might you accept instead of avoid?

Because you are worthy of that, just as I am. You are worthy of meeting your needs - whatever they may be. Truth is, you might not even know what your needs are - until you pause. I didn't know that I needed this beautiful piece of sea glasswork from Abstract Lucas until it arrived. It wasn't just a stunning reminder of the sea to me - a work of art. It was evidence of love - that somehow, my presence in the world had had enough of a positive impact on someone else that they thought to reach out a hand. To send me this precious thing that they made.

light breaks through the clouds over the sea

It turns out that what I needed was a reminder to keep going, to trust that I was doing a decent job of life, even at my most grumpy, miserable and unproductive. 

Grumpy, miserable and unproductive because of a broken foot and ankle, but also because right now, I can't get into the sea - the place I'd found that eased all my problems whenever things got hard. An activity that always shifted my mood.

The sea was where I would go to get rid of the uncomfortable feelings and bad moods, to reconnect to joy, to empty my mind of the critical voice. And without it, here I am, sitting with all of that difficult stuff for a bit, without any easy escape.

In many ways, it's familiar. Because this is a situation that we often find ourselves in as we move through the many phases of motherhood. When we simply can't get what we need, for ourselves. When all the tools we'd previously used to hold ourselves together fall away. And all we have to fall back on - is ourselves...just as we are at our most exhausted and overstretched. And somehow, when this happens, we can't bring ourselves to ask for help. We don't believe that we need or deserve it - regardless of all that we're facing.

This feeling takes me back to those months without sleep, without any concept of 'me time'. To months when I couldn't drink a glass of wine to help me wind down (actually, I'm still in that now too - my peri-menopausal body seems to have decided that's not a good idea either). The months when there wasn't space to numb my fears with coffee and cake, or an exercise class, or shopping, or a night out, or whatever it was that used to help me get through. Before we were stopped by life, our bodies, motherhood, or a personal choice.

young girl smiles as she tends to her mother's feet

Rather annoyingly (especially while you're in it), it's a truism that these crappy months, of course, usually turn out to be the (painful) making of us.

When we can't get away from the discomfort and pain, and simply have to be present with our messy vulnerable imperfect selves.

When we simply have to find a way through, whatever it takes. To sink into what remains of our resilience and find our courage. Courage to reach on - and reach out.

These are the times - the "getting through it somehow" times - when we find the sea within ourselves.  (Or the wine or the cake, depending on how it goes...!)

When we are in the thick of it, we can only find ourselves in the pause. In allowing a moment of feeling it all. A moment of being vulnerable and admitting we need help - because our usual strategies aren't working any more. And what I've learnt so beautifully since I broke myself... is that people really want to help. How I managed to forget that - when so much of my life is built around my desire to help and care for other people, I don't know.

So if you need that reminder today - to brave the pause - to feel it all - and then, to ask for help - I hope this letter touches you as all these kindnesses have touched me. Because there are people who love you, and want to help. And truly, deep down, you are not broken. And nor am I.

Can you pause for a moment, remind yourself of that, and ask yourself what you truly need?

And though all these things may be what you need sometimes: cake, wine, sea. What you need right now might simply be love.  And there is often so much more of that around than we think. Maybe we just have to admit that we need it. Maybe we need to actively look for it.  Maybe we need to show it to ourselves. Whatever it is that you need right now, know that I am sending you so much love - that what you do matters - that you are appreciated, and whole, and enough.

And if you need more love today, message us and we will send you some extra.

Because you, broken or not, are totally worthy of it,

With love,

Pippa and Penny

Sea Soul Blessings

May you PAUSE
Each visit to the sea opens space for respite and contemplation. A chance to be present in the pause. A movement away from overwhelm towards peace.
A wash of stillness to guide your movement forward. 
May you find the quiet moment.
May you take all the breaths you need.
May you have time to consider.
May you know the pause as progress.

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I feel for you so much, I broke my foot 3 weeks ago and am struggling so much, can't believe how life changing it is, just showering, cooking, cleaning and not to mention not being able to swim and go for walks (which kept depression at bay) .... your words are beautiful and I hope I can get a bit of your positivity (at the moment I'm in a very dark place)

Sending you love

Oh Mandy, yes - it is so hard. I really feel for you too. To be unable to access the tools that usually help us to move through life is such a challenge - to be constantly needing and accepting help - to be in pain, tired and frustrated - immobile and feeling inadequate. I am, mostly, learning to be extremely compassionate towards myself through this - luckily for me, this is a practice I've been working on for the past few years because I've always had a very loud critical internal voice, so now I'm really getting to put it to the test (if you're interested in this, take a look at Kristin Neff's website: selfcompassion.org - she has some free exercises and meditations there, which are a good place to start.) I'm trying not to criticise myself for the frustration, anger, grumpiness, sadness, guilt, all the shadow stuff I feel through this - and simply to accept that sometimes all of us feel these things. These feelings are part of being human - and in many ways they actually connect us to others rather than mark us apart. I keep having to stop myself from doing 'productive' things, and just accept that now isn't the time - that it's OK to feed the kids toast again, to sit down again, because this isn't forever, it's just for now. And it will get better, I promise. Sending you so much love - and some encouragement to reach out and ask for help from those around you. We have nothing to lose by doing that, and a lot to gain - if we can just allow ourselves to accept and receive it. This will pass xxx


Thanks for sweet words, I know it will all be a distant memory one day ... can I ask what kind of break you have and what the doctor has told you to do ? I'm always interested in any tips I can get from fellow brokens XXXXXX

not told me much...

Hello again! I haven't really been given any tips other than start to put weight on it as soon as I can, which I'm doing now... I broke the bottom of my fibula (luckily not weight bearing), and cracked the fifth metatarsal, chipped the fourth, and had some other fracture across the top which they were originally worried about, but after several tests and extra X-rays decided wasn't going to need pins and an operation - yay! And yes, we're healing already aren't we - time is passing slowly but surely <3


How are you healing this week ? do you feel you are on the mend, do you get much pain ?

Broken foot

Sorry me again .... I just saw your holiday on instagram and am so impressed with your walking on crutches and how far you are going ... does your foot swell at the end of it all and do you ever weight bare on it ?


Hi Mandy, thanks for your patience - I'm back from holiday now but sharing the stories on instagram now I'm back - that epic walk was about five weeks into the boot-wearing, so getting close to being due to take the boot off - which will be later this week, fingers crossed, to see if I can walk without it, woop woop! I have been resting A LOT in between efforts, and taking it slowly, stopping whenever I need to, and yes, raising it often in between as it does swell. I am weight bearing now, was down to one crutch but used two for safety on the rocky paths, and now I'm home I'm walking about without a crutch, in a very wonky way! How are you doing?

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