Showing posts with label new start. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new start. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 March 2016



Oh hello spring, you sexy thing! Now, without causing any offence to her neighbouring seasons (summer, winter, I love you too) isn’t spring just the best? It’s the same feeling I get when autumn swings by, I think it’s the essence of change that really draws me in. New beginnings, new growth, more sunshine, more flowers.... All of these really encapsulate what spring is to me.

So, as I’m sat here with a cup of fresh coffee, taking in the scent of my freshly henna’d hair (more about that later), looking out over the garden to see the sunshine just brushing over the trees and the birds perching on the feeding table, I feel good. Like, really good. I feel calm and that’s something I haven’t been for a while it feels.

I believe it’s a combination of a few things:

Eating well. I’ve significantly upped my plant intake and reduced my meat/by-product intake. I’m becoming more aware of what I put in my body, for I want nutrients and energy, not quick-fixes and sluggishness. I still eat meat occasionally and I’m not quite ready to give up my beloved cheese just yet, but I believe that reducing my intake somewhat is better than not doing anything at all.

Cutting out wheat. This has been a big one. Every Friday I’ve been indulging in the infamous ‘Fat Friday’ butty run at work (well, I can hardly help it since I run the whole thing). Every Friday I’ve felt terrible. Really run down, sluggish, tired, and I put it all down to wheat/gluten. As I've mentioned before, wheat is a big, massive no-no where FODMAPs are concerned (N.b. it's the fructans (carbs) in wheat that are the issue, not the gluten (protein)) and I've mostly been abiding by the no-wheat rule... Just those Fridays are the downfall. 

Getting more sleep. As I’ve been out of the house and cat/house sitting, I’ve been spending less time watching the TV and more time either catching up with the world or just having some quiet time cuddling the cat. You can call it whatever you want really, but it’s helped my sleep patterns a lot.

Mindfulness. I’m due to start my meditation/mindfulness classes officially on Tuesday, but I’m spending a lot more time in the here and now, listening to every sound, watching everything, tasting every bite. When you're taking in every little thing that exists around you, it's incredible. You start to appreciate the little things more, the fact that we are alive and (mostly) healthy.

More light. Equinox literally means ‘equal night’ so that means that at this moment in time, daylight and night time hours are thereabouts equal. As we (Northern Hemisphere) tilt closer and closer to the sun, our daylight hours increase. This is good news for me and others who feel the wrath of the long nights over winter...

... And then maybe it's the fact that on Friday I'll be jumping in my car and driving to the wonderful city of Plymouth where I lived for 3 years during my undergraduate degree, catching up with old best friends, reminiscing about old memories and adventures and creating new ones.

Happy days. 

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Tuesday, 16 February 2016


Well - I think we can all agree on one thing, I'm terrible at keeping my promises. I ventured back into blogging at the end of last year. I felt I was ready to put pen to paper (so to speak) and rekindle that burning desire to write, share, and (I hope!) inspire others. Instead I displayed a popular cancerian characteristic and retreated back into my shell.

I'm ready to change that.

I'm through with backing out at every opportunity, saying no, shying away from experiences that I know will help to build me as a person. I know - and I guess I have known for a while, I just needed to be sure - that I'm ready to be proactive with my life and grasp it by the horns.

I'm going to share my passions in life, the old and the new, the cooking and tasty bakes, the health, the dreams and aspirations.

Looking back on when I used to actively blog, yes I had an awful lot going on in my life with a terrible relationship (who's the sucker who stuck around by the way *hands up!*), a Masters degree I was so close to flunking  (yet managed to spin it around and obtain a Distinction), and an awful lot of dirty washing courtesy of the family (you could open up a laundrette), but I found an awful lot of peace and calm writing in my little blog. I miss that... the sense of calm and definitely not the drama I was escaping... but it isn't too late to start over again.

Much love, as per. Little Fish x
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Tuesday, 1 September 2015


"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."  ~Hans Christian Andersen

Starting over, that’s something that I’ve mastered over the years. From starting the new school year and buying a new school bag / stationary to get me through the year, to moving my life from one place to another – to university, to Australia, then back to my roots. Whilst I can count the number of blogs I’ve owned on one hand, I know that there’s always something rather symbolic about why I drifted away from the old and into the new – I craved change. From the breakup of a rather destructive and mentally draining relationship, to kick starting a little venture with plenty of tea and cake (okay, and lipstick), and then where I ventured out to chase my dreams on the other side of the world. They’ll always have a little place in my heart, I can’t erase the memories after all, but sometimes it’s best to just pull the plug and start afresh.

I’ve been out of the blogging game for a long time, or so it feels, and with it I feel like I’ve lost a little bit of myself. I know that seems terribly pitiful but for someone who gained a lot from sharing experiences, words of wisdom, and showing off the calorific delights that I produced (in the name of procrastination), to just suddenly stop doing that leaves a bit of an empty hole, something I’m ready to fill again.

So why Little Fish Big Sea? As an aspiring mariney person (insert biologist, ecologist, environmentalist etc) it seemed rather fitting; I’m simply a girl trying to find her place in the big wide world. It seems kind of ironic that I wanted to get lost in blogging again as a means of finding myself, but hey, it works, and it only really became apparent today that I needed to do this. I was taking a walk through the local garden centre – I know, highly exciting Bank Holiday weekend – and I came across the Red Admiral (as pictured above). I haven’t seen many butterflies this year and I know a fair few have passed the same comment, so naturally I stopped to admire. Very carefully I placed my hand down and without coaxing it, the butterfly stepped onto my hand. It was a beautiful moment and from that point onwards I’ve felt different. I have a little more life. A little more sparkle. A little more to give. 

Just like the butterfly, one must go through some change to progress. We are all butterflies waiting to happen.

Rache, xo. 

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