As I sit here on my bed in Europe. Thinking of my Island home and where my life started just me in my essence & my first breath Tasmanian air. I guess the one thing I hope my message brings as you read my words and see me here is this… In all honesty, I think there is no specific formula/way to make ones life change for the better and the world doesn’t change for us. We change. The messiness, the hurt, the ache of life never leaves. I believe in the art of suffering well that’s what I call life, we get stronger, wiser, more compassionate and loving in our actions and thoughts. I think what happens is you just get better at not letting the dark in and the chaos control you. We may not be able to control the people that judge us, the people that love us, life’s circumstances but we can control ourselves. We choose to fight for light instead of darkness, love instead of fear, compassion instead of judgment, observation instead of projection. We learn we can control how we move forward, the way we choose to believe that we are worthy of love and what we put in the world. We can choose to see love is enough and what we were given is enough. We can control how we grow from things. We can control how we suffer.
As my book is about to be in stores tomorrow this is my ultimate wish for you and this is what I want you to know: You are not alone. You are of such inestimable value. Whatever difficulties, obstacles or seemingly insurmountable challenges are overwhelming your life force, they are not permanent, the only constant in life is change, there is a way around, and I hope my works and book will help you by connecting you to the divinity, awesomeness, talents and love that has always been inside of you instead of the fear and chaos that this culture and life bestows upon each of us.
Yesterday I met incredible @tas_models_co we randomly did a shoot a 5am on seven mile beach a place @eleanorsfight and I played swam as kids. The shoot was my fav style rolling in the sand no edits. I remember in my @blissology teacher training in Bali I often ate sand in my spare time as I did yoga at the sea connecting to me. It’s my place to just move with the earth and water and let go of all the masks that I feel life wants me to wear.
As my book is about to be launched Jan 14 and I’m back home where my life began I want to share a bit for pre order https://www.amazon.com extract from my book…. I first started blogging when I had postnatal depression, both because I felt a need to express myself and I didn’t want anyone else to feel lonely and unhappy as I did. My hope was that when people would see other people, like myself, baring their all with such honesty and vulnerability, that it might make it easier for them to reach out for help and support too. But sharing ourselves and our stories can be hard. It feels uncomfortable and extremely vulnerable to lay bare our innermost selves in public way as we are programmed to worry about what others may think and whether or not they will still love and accept us once they know what we perceive to be our vulnerabilities and weaknesses. “Will they still think I’m smart? Beautiful? Funny? A good person? A good mum? “ (and the list goes on.) The potential reward however is that by offering support and drawing on support of others, so we can harness the collective energy of our peers to help us feel less alone and therefore less vulnerable because let’s face it it can be rough out there at times and we are all in this together.
We lose the wonder because we are challenged by our lives. We get cut open, gutted like fish and left to resurrect ourselves along this journey of life or we sit in nothingness. What inspires me to believe in humanity and what keeps me in love with people is that I choose the later. All things are rooted in suffering. You look at my photos and videos you see smiles or love or something else but do you know where that light and love came from? It came from the physical abuse, it came from the mental abuse, it came from losing a baby, it came from the rape, it came from the judgement of others, it came from getting lost, it came from my struggles that still exist even to today. Suffering yields the miraculous. So be here. Be part of what you’re sewn into. Bloom and blossom where you are planted. Be aware of the awesomeness that you are and realise that without you, the seaming of this mysteriously interconnected world would cease to exist as it is. Hope is never gone, it is just ignored or lost in the chaos of life.
As I am about to embark on a 3 year journey to head home to Australia on Saturday. I want to thank you all. It would not have been possible without you all. if you want to know if you make a difference and social media is real life, well here is the proof. Without you all my book would not have happened you inspired the publishers to read my voice, my flight I would be still saving for to go to Australia after three years of not being home, my yoga teacher training with @blissology would never had happened thanks to his incredible awsesomenss.
So remember not to ignore the hope it is all around everywhere you look. Dont let it get lost in the negativity or chaos. A special thanks to @yogicbynature @amyweckermd and @supermomtraci for reminding me of my worth when I forget it.
My experience of sacred clowns
When I put photos of myself out there, I can’t tell you the number of people who are quick to judge. I have also had my photos misappropriated and used by others for their own purposes, which breaks my heart.
In Europe, I can go into a sauna naked with strangers, and we’ll sit and have a conversation like people in any other normal situation. Yet if I post a swimsuit or an underwear photo on social media, suddenly I’m a bad mother, a porn star, a woman of little value and an individual underserving of respect. In the same way, I can be on the beach in a bikini, yet if I wear a short skirt in the street, I’ll be questioned about whether I’m setting a good example as a mother. Less clothing isn’t a crime on the beach and it shouldn’t be on social media, nor does it make anyone suddenly a bad person.
It hurts every time someone puts a label on me when they don’t even know me. How is it that humans can hate so much?
I’ll tell you why: it’s because we all live in fear of what’s different or unfamiliar.
Let’s not project our fears onto others
Why is it that when someone reveals their body, we get defensive or feel the need to criticize them? When someone does something we don’t agree with, why does it hit such a nerve? Why do we sometimes act in ways that are detrimental to our goals and relationships?
The answer to these questions is because deep down these things resonate with an issue that we have about ourselves. You see, nothing external has the ability to challenge or hurt us unless we feel unstable internally.
So let’s stop asking what’s wrong with life and other people, and start asking what we need to change so that these external factors no longer challenge us or have the power to make us act out of fear and hatred. How can you take responsibility for yourself and your life, so that you act from a place of love and acceptance?
Extract from my book coming out Jan 2020 pre order HERE
People ask me about being turned on whilst doing yoga. They ask me when you are practicing are you turned on? I have never found an answer for this to help people understand it isn’t sexual, its sensual, but here goes…. You are alive by your senses, you are alive on all that your body allows you to experience in this beautiful life, by what you can feel, hear, touch, taste and smell. It is a sensual nature that is a lust for life (that discovery phase children often have naturally, that enthusiasm we miss as adults, that I don’t know everything so let me be open to all that is and learn mindset that we lose with age). In terms of today’s society understanding it…..it’s that lust in sexual relationships before one connects to another physical human, where every touch and smell and movement makes our body’s react in wonder and yearning for more and this is what makes magic and what makes true connection in an intimate state if you are with yourself or another. Sexuality is only powerful when you learn to bring alive your senses other wise it’s animalistic (the need to recreate make our species survive). So right now when I move in yoga, fitness and dance clothed or naked I feel my senses bringing lust for life again, nothing to do with sex/sexuality but everything to do with my body being alive and turned on by life, in its most awaken state of life. It is freedom to me and the greatest gift and antidote for me to all problems, my depression, trauma and challenges because all I am is being me, fully, unapologetically alive; experiencing all without an expectation on my shoulders or a thought to imprison me, just being and revelling in the now and its F#@cking BEAUTIFUL to be here and experience it even if only for a moment.
I just got a hardcopy of my book in the post and I am a little blown away actually. From a girl who could barely read in year 4 to a girl at 35 now published. These photos here and the ones in my book are from incredible Olivia Nachle I met Olivia at my teacher training in Bali last year with Blissology (Eoin Finn is one of the most incredible teachers of life, yoga and humans I have ever met).
I took these photos for me with Olivia, not knowing a year and a half later they would be placed in a book to sell to the public. It is strange how life works…Olivia herself is one of the most kindness, humblest and beautiful souls I have ever met. Her art speaks from the heart and shows the souls of her subjects.
Here is an extract from my book coming out Jan 2020 with www.watkinspublishing.com and a big thank you to Kelly Thompson
”…..When I first became a mother, I had lost an unborn child the year before. It was heartbreaking. As a result, I set myself crazy parenting expectations and tried so hard to be the ”perfect” mum that it nearly broke me. In the end, I realised that I was going to offer my daughter much more happiness if I simply followed what felt right to me in the moment, rather than running myself in the the ground trying to fulfil lots if inherited expectations that felt like they were holding me prisoner. We are all more brilliant than we will ever realise, so it’s time to forget about all the lurking ”musts” and ”shoulds” and embody the only thing we can: ourselves. It’s time to trust and believe in ourselves….”
Pre order: https://www.amazon.com/Brave-Beautiful-Baring-All-Happiness-ebook/dp/B07QLJ5NCL/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=rhyanna+watson&qid=1573575924&sr=8-1
Please don’t think I don’t know how hard it is to regain your fitness, because you see my now moments. Here is me 36.5 weeks pregnant and now. Not because it was easy but because it was worth it. Breathing in and breathing out every single day is hard, fighting for your dreams is hard. There is no after glow, even after you get your goal, it’s daily work to maintain. The after glow is the sweat from the daily hard work it never ends. My body right now isn’t luck. It’s hard work. My body is a reflection of my lifestyle a 8 year journey so far. Through one pregnancy loss, another pregnancy, postnatal depression and more. It is not a 30 day program to get fit or flexible. When you look at peoples posts here don’t compare your chapter 1 to their chapter 50 . When you see them doing the things you want to do or having a body you admire, remember it isn’t easy. Remember that they had a starting point too….Where they are now, was not where they began! @ashley.horner has been a huge inspiration to me and her programs.
#fridaysforme for @sian_samantha
I don’t have a challenge for another week. I am heading away Sunday for an adventure on Laines last week of school holidays. I am not online as much but always thinking of you all. It reminded me how that even though we don’t see things they are still occurring. With mental health awareness day yesterday I am posting today because it’s often a day too late. We are all so blinded by the externals we don’t see the hurting hearts and struggling souls behind these posts. We don’t see the anxiety attacks, the fights, suicide attempts, the challenges, the abuse, the depression, the pain and suffering we cause by our hateful words we say here & in life. We miss soo much that changes lives… I hope today you’ll all close your eyes and see with your heart. Reach out to those you love tell them you love them. Be a little kinder here online to those you want to judge. Just because they look happy are they? Just cause they have a beautiful body does it mean life is better? They don’t have insecurities? They haven’t been told they aren’t worthy? Just because they are naked, does it mean they are a bad person? Porn? Or self confident? Just because they look like they have the perfect family, relationship, have it all together, rich, happy are they? Just because you view the world this way does it mean it’s the only way? Mental Health Awareness for me is every day. After committing suicide and failing. It made me see the world very differently because no one saw me and some still don’t see me, no one saw my pain, no one even new it happened and when I told them they ask if I was kidding? This is how blinded we are to seeing peoples pain and suffering. We see the masks, the numbers, the clothes or no clothes, the smiles, the photos and videos but we do not see the soul and pain. There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds and visibly breaks. So many hide their scars with I’m fine and see the world in black and white instead of vibrant colors. So let’s show people between frustration and depression is our love and hands to help each other up again.