This space is new to me– and in full disclosure, it feels a little clunky having a fresh slate to express myself on. Like a huge, overwhelmingly blank canvas that is begging to be splashed with colour and life.
I’m Abigail. And like many women of today, I place many hats on myself as I shift and transition through the world and womanhood. I grew up in suburban Brisbane, sunny Queensland, Australia, and now live on a 50-acre farm with my new husband. I am 23 years old, or 23 years young, as I am trying to remind myself. I don’t think I’m alone in feeling like the past few years, the threshold between being a girl and a woman, have been rough. Life has been fraught with huge global events, shifts in humanity, evolution in technology and ‘progress,’ and an unshakeable feeling of loneliness and lostness (it’s a word).
Yet, amongst this coming-of-age period, there’s an obvious abundance of gifts that are borne from the turbulence. Like little treasures, we pluck a gemstone or shell from the hubbub of a creekbed or the mess of a shoreline, and place it in our pockets as a talisman of hope, dreams, gratitude and potential. The lessons and stories we collect are these precious finds– something to hold dear in our hearts, reminding us of what is truly valuable.
Here you’ll find my treasures.
Musings and (my) truths collected from time abroad, as a yoga and movement teacher, first-generation farmer, artist, wife and creatress. These facets of me are not the whole picture– can we ever pour everything onto the page, without leaving something simply undiscovered or unsaid? But I do hope that you, the reader, find comfort, discussion, enlightenment, and potentially your own little gems in my writing.
Thank you for witnessing (and building) this mosaic of stories that make up me– a young woman trying to find space and meaning amongst the mess…