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The Conscious Relationship

Someone asked me recently why Paul and I are having a Vow Renewal ceremony. It’s a good question, though I thought the answer would have been obvious.

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People grow and change in life and in relationships. It’s easy to have a ceremony in the early years of getting together when love is new and fresh, but when you’ve been together for 20 years, there is a different energy in the relationship. Life is still full of exciting possibilities. We’re not dead yet! We have life to live and a love worth celebrating.

For some people, they live together as strangers, perhaps even at war the whole time. For others, there’s a compatibility even if the love has long gone.

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For us, the love is as strong as ever. We’re also entering a new phase in our relationship. Next year, our younger daughter leaves home for university. Paul and I have spent the majority of our relationship as parents (I was pregnant six weeks after we got together). I am excited about our upcoming honeymoon phase and about spending lots of time together, not as parents, but as lovers. But it’s more than that. It’s about honouring that, in many ways, yes, we are the same people we each fell in love with, but we’ve also been witnesses to each other’s lives. We have grown together. We support each other’s endeavours in this world. And we nurture each other in the privacy of our home.

At our 10th anniversary vow renewal ceremony, Paul said that he would go through all the hardships we’d been through all over again if it meant I was by his side. I was so touched by his words, and wholeheartedly agree. Standing side by side has made all the difference. We’re a team, we’re a partnership. We’re here for each other.

 

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April 1995. Our first day together.

The lady who takes one of my aquafit classes also leads my Pilates classes. I pointed out to her the other day that the ‘script’ she uses in each one is quite similar: Tighten your core muscles, and breathe. She says ‘breathe’ a lot. And the truth is that exercise is so much easier if you’re breathing consciously.

Relationships are an exercise, too. They are a daily emotional work out for which, if you intend to have a conscious relationship, you must breathe. It is this oxygen which sustains marriages as much as life. You can breathe deeply and bring richness to your relationship or you can shallow-breathe your way through a ho-hum existence. It’s a choice. Life is too precious to be in anything but a relationship which fills your heart and nourishes you at the deepest level of your being.

It is very common in relationships for people not to share how they feel with their partner. But it is in our very vulnerability that we touch the other. And if they’re not touched by our nakedness, our rawness, our willingness to expose our true self, then I venture to say that perhaps we’re not in the right relationship. This isn’t to say that someone can’t learn how to be open to another’s vulnerability, and to respect them accordingly. But they have to want to. They have to be willing to unpack their baggage and see what’s holding them back.

If a partner says something which hurts, embarrasses, intimidates, insults or bruises you in some way, why would you not tell them? How can you hope for a different relationship if a light isn’t shed on such behaviour? And if you’re a parent, what are you teaching your child about relationships if you shy away from something as basic and fundamental as how you ‘feel’? There’s an old metaphysical law that says: you can’t heal what you can’t feel.

If you’re always shoving your feelings to one side for the sake of ‘peace’ or because you feel your partner wouldn’t give a toss anyway, then you’re living a half life. And you know what? You deserve better than that. We all deserve better than that.

Our relationships are a reflection of how we value our selves. When you know how to treat yourself with love, kindness, fairness and care, then you won’t accept anything less from anyone else.

My elder daughter said to me recently, about relationships: you and Dad have set the bar too high. What she meant was that she didn’t want the bog-standard relationship but one where both people really wanted to be in the marriage, and honoured and adored their partner in such a way that they’d never intentionally hurt them with their words or actions.

In the words of my exercise teacher: breathe deeply.

Let your breath bring your feelings to consciousness, and share them with your partner. For better or worse.

 

A blustery day: Green Bay, Auckland, New Zealand.

A blustery day: Green Bay, Auckland, New Zealand.

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In this issue of Starflower Living magazine, FREE to download, you can find the following articles:

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• Sage by Claire Thompson
• First Blood Ceremony by Veronika Robinson
• Slow Parenting by Veronika Robinson
• Water Meditations by Samantha Rock Cooper
• Health Notes
• New Moon in Aquarius
• Walk in Her Shoes
• In My Kitchen
• The Moon and your Fertility
• Fitting in by Paul Robinson
• Barefoot Birth by Fleur Parker

http://www.starflowerpress.com/living/index.shtml

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The Happy Parent

Yesterday afternoon I awoke from a nap to find my 17 year old daughter standing next to my bed, smiling. She said to me that I looked happy.

I thought about that a lot for some time later.

 

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This is how I always think of my mother: smiling.

 

I’ve become so mindful about weeding negativity from my life in all its insidious forms, that I’m at that point now where every word that comes from someone else’s mouth seems like it is in neon lights. When I hear someone speaking negatively (about themselves, others, the state of the world) I want to say: listen to yourself. Listen to the words you’re putting out there. Don’t you realise how powerful they are?

 

What happens if someone’s been in your life a long time and you are at your wit’s end of listening to their negative self talk? Do you allow them to keep up the mindless chatter or do you pull them up on it (every single time)? Or, do you go your separate ways? Maybe they’re showing you the last places of negativity still inside you?

 

As a parent, we are 24/7 role models for our children by what we say and what we do, and by our body language.

 

In my 12 years of editing The Mother magazine, I heavily focussed on meeting a child’s biological needs. Many people missed the importance of this and took it to mean that somehow they’d have to sacrifice a huge chunk of themselves to meet someone else’s needs, and frankly, that just seemed like hard work and incompatible with modern life. The truth is, though, in meeting our child’s needs we cement our bonding. And a bonded parent is a happy parent. Biological parenting isn’t just about the child. It’s about the relationship between parent and child.

 

Regardless of our parenting style, and how committed we are to attachment parenting, being happy is one of the greatest gifts we can show our children. Happiness and gratitude. These foundations shape our children for the rest of their lives. It doesn’t matter if you own a house or have three overseas holidays a year. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get to eat in fancy restaurants or wear boutique clothing. What matters is that you are happy within your skin. And happiness, to my mind, comes from being grateful for this amazing life we have. If you’re on a computer reading this, you are in the top percentage of people in this world living a luxurious life. If there are aspects of your life you don’t like, then work to change them. It all starts with the words which rattle around in your mind, and those which come out of your mouth. Yes, it’s really that simple (and that difficult).

 

It’s too easy to moan about the price of food or cost of electricity or council tax rates. It’s too easy to moan that the car registration is due. These things are luxuries. That you’re not roaming around forests or the desert trying to find your food is not something to take for granted.

 

Yes, things happen in life which are upsetting: the loss of a loved one, ill health, debts, loss of a home, and so on. But we always have a choice as to how we experience them, and the healthier we are (on every level) the more readily we can cope with such events.

 

As parents in the Western world, unless we’re in extreme physical pain all the time, then we really have very few reasons not to be happy most of the time. It’s a choice.

My mum didn’t have an easy job raising eight children (virtually single handed, as my dad worked overseas), but when I think of her, I always see mum with a huge smile on her face. When she phones and leaves messages on my answering machine, I hear the laughter in her lyrical voice. Yes, I was blessed to be raised on 700 acres on Queensland’s Darling Downs, and to be surrounded by wildlife, my mum’s creativity, and a houseful of siblings, but what I remember most of all is my mum’s zest for life.

 

I hope, as the years go by, when my children think of me that they can look past all the years I was in physical pain and can remember that I, too, smiled. That I loved to laugh. That I was passionate about living this amazing life on Mother Earth. And more than anything, that I lived to create a happy family life.

 

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With my daughter Bethany, 1996.

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Sledging with my babes.

 

 

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Walk in Her Shoes

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Ambie lives in a village in Ethiopia where access to water is dangerously scarce. She is just 10 years old, but instead of going to school, she spends her days walking to collect water for her family. Ambie dreams of becoming a nurse, but without an education this will never be a reality. “I wish I could go to school, but I have to walk and that is the way it is.” But it doesn’t have to be this way. Join Walk In Her Shoes and you can change the lives of girls like Ambie, giving them the chance to fulfil their potential and find a better future.

I have signed up to walk FIVE miles a day for a week to raise money for Walk In Her Shoes (run by Care International) which will help bring water to villages. Most women/girls in some places walk five miles a day to provide water for their family leaving little time for anything else.

I’d love it if you could sponsor me or start your own fundraising campaign for this worthy cause.

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I’ll be doing this week of walking starting March 1st. Thanks, Veronika xxxxx

You can visit my fundraising page here:
https://give.everydayhero.com/uk/veronika-robinson

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That life-changing transit

It was 38C when we left sunny Australia on February 6th, 1999. Eliza had turned one the week before, and Bethany was a month shy of three. We landed here with ten pounds to our name, Paul’s ventriloquist doll (who, by the way, is still earning his keep!), and several suitcases. This was our life: all packed into a small space.

We arrived to minus 12C, and I cried. My daughters cried. It was so damn cold. It hurt! So, here we are, on the 16th anniversary of our move to England, and guess what? I’m still freezing.

Eliza said to me recently, as we were both shivering: tell me again how we came to live in England?

Er, I married an Englishman.

Damn, she said, I won’t make that mistake!

Astrologically, the day we arrived in England, the planet Pluto was bang on my ascendant. This is, without question, a life-changing transit to one’s identity. Life can never be the same again when you’re whacked by Pluto in this way. I can’t begin to count the ways in which I’ve been transformed over the past sixteen years. But change, I have.

It’s a bittersweet anniversary. I give thanks for the beautiful friendships which simply wouldn’t have happened had we stayed Down Under. I am so proud of all the years editing The Mother magazine. And I’m grateful to have spent the past sixteen living years living here in this tiny rural village in the heart of Cumbria.

I mourn the lack of hot sunshine and the openness and friendliness of my fellow countrymen. I hadn’t realised what I’d been missing till I went back home three years ago for my dad’s funeral. And the full force of its absence hit me in the face. Yes, that’s what I need: friendliness, laid-backness, she’ll be right, mate-ness.

But when I think of relocating to Australia, New Zealand or elsewhere with decent weather, I feel a heaviness about the friendships I’d leave behind. At some point, though, I believe I will head back. After sixteen years, the cold still makes me cry. But for now, this is where I live. I have a daughter in university, and another one leaving for uni next year. They may leave the family nest, but this mother bird feels a strong sense of maintaining a family home for some time in case they need to revisit the nest.

 

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The fells outside our village, covered in snow.

 

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The Middle Child

Ah, the middle child. Often overlooked, unseen, tucked between siblings. Child-placement experts refer to the middle child as the invisible one. It’s easy to see why. The first child causes great excitement (or terror!) in the family. The second child (especially if it is the opposite sex) is usually given a thrilling welcome. Now, here’s where it gets interesting. If more than two children become part of a family, the placement often includes children of both sexes, and for many families this gives them a sense of ‘completeness’. But what of families that have four, five or more children? Sure, the eldest child gets top billing. The first child of either sex is considered special. Then, of course, there’s the baby of the family. Many parents are not conscious of the impact family placement has both on their child but also on how they parent.

 

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My mum (left) and auntie with my three older siblings. 1962. South Australia. Wolf (on the bike), Heidi (chubby blonde) and Horst (the baby).

 

I’m a middle child. Child-placement experts have fun categorising someone like me because not only am I the middle child, but I’m the second daughter. They always say: watch out for the second daughter! Apparently this is a position even more invisible than the middle child and she’ll do what she can to be ‘seen’. It’s certainly something I’ve been conscious of when raising two daughters.

Well, here’s my view: Yes, of course there is a lot of truth to the above. But there is so much more. As the fourth child of eight, I got to witness my mum raising two sets of children. There are twenty years between my eldest sibling and my youngest. That’s a massive span of time for a mother to grow, evolve and refine her parenting (especially if she chooses to do so consciously). Some of that witnessing was when I was in the pre-verbal stage and then, obviously, a fair bit was in various stages of development.

No matter where we were born into our family, as a child we want to be loved, we want to be seen, and we want to be our parents’ favourite. We want to be seen as special. That is the nature of being a child. You might think that the ideal would be being an only child, but knowing many people who were raised without siblings, I don’t believe this is the answer, either. We need to rub up against annoying brothers, spiteful sisters, show-off siblings, and retiring little brothers. We learn so much from a protective older sibling and a younger one who needs our support.

 

Family

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It is here, in the heart of the family home, that we learn about life. And about the barriers and boundaries of human relationships.

Yes, I get my nose out of joint that there are next-to-no photos of me in childhood. Wasn’t I important? I wonder, as I see yet another picture emerge of a sibling. There was, however, a lot of home film footage of me. Sadly, these got lost when my brother (who had them) moved house. I may have little memory of what I looked like, but my memories of childhood are rich and vivid.

I arrived into a family with two brothers and a sister waiting for me. My eldest brother, Wolf, adored me. He was nine years old when I was born, and just the other day he told me how exciting it was ~ and that it was a hot sunny day when I came home from the hospital. Bring back the sunshine!

There’s a five-year gap between my second-oldest brother, Horst, and I. There was plenty of time for me to get my fill of love, nurturing and experience with siblings before my younger sister, Ramona, came along just over five years later. And then there were three more brothers in quick succession. With their births, I witnessed a major shift in how my mother parented. It is the second-half of her parenting life which has impacted my parenting (and career) so profoundly.

Primarily, though, my placement in the family meant that I always had interactions with one sibling or another. This is how we learn. They are mirrors for us. It may not always be easy, and yes, we may feel invisible, jealous, and a whole lot more. We may witness siblings shining like stars at school or in extra-curricular activities, while we flail about, but you know, this is life. I have two siblings who were prefects at school. It’s a sure way to feel shit about your ability to shine, that’s for sure. But that was then, and this is now; and in fairness, I wagged (played truant) from school a LOT. I did not wear the ‘good girl’ shoes.

I left home at 16, and have spent most of my adult life living away from my birth country. When my dad was killed in a car accident almost three years ago, I gained incredible support from my siblings. It was an amazing week (despite the inevitable sadness and pain) because for the first time in our lives we were all in the same place at the same time. Priceless. What I have learnt since that time is how very much I love my siblings. Sure, if we spent any length of time together old childhood patterns would resurface.

 

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My siblings and I, in age order. March 2012, Qld, Australia

 

When my second-youngest brother, Rene, came to stay with us last year, it was truly the highlight of 2014 for me. I still see him as a chubby toddler running through the garden even though he’s grown into an incredibly handsome and charming man.

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My brother, Rene, with the love of his life: Chantal.

 

 

I marvel at all my siblings, and where they are in life now, as parents, and the stories they’re living. I’m so proud of them and what they’ve created in their lives. I have no doubt they all have ‘issues’ about their place in the family. I reckon that’s probably inevitable. We’re all capable of being put out and can have selective memories. I do hope, though, that they can draw succour, as I have, from coming from a large family, and know that, no matter what, there was love.

There is love.

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Veronika Sophia Robinson is a celebrant, celebrant trainer, and the author of many non-fiction books and novels.

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