Not in an abstract, news-headline way ~ but in the very real, day-to-day maths of trying to survive.

We’re looking for another place to call home. We’ve only just moved, yet here we are again, staring at rental listings and wondering how this has become the norm? $650 and upwards? 🙁

By the time rent is paid, what’s left? Food, fuel, bills ~ groceries alone feel like a quiet shock every time you reach the checkout. Petrol climbs, power climbs, everything climbs……except wages!

I am genuinely perplexed about how everyone is surviving? We don’t even earn enough to comfortably pay the rent. That shouldn’t be a personal failure ~ it feels like a collective one.

This isn’t our struggle alone.

We aren’t special.

This touches everyone ~ families, singles, elders, young people ~ in different ways, but it touches us all.

Somewhere along the line, something shifted and the pressure just kept building. I wonder how much more we can hold before something gives?

There are moments I feel scared. Not dramatic fear ~ just the kind that sits heavy in your chest and makes you wonder how the f*ck you’re meant to get through this?

My wise squeeze keeps saying, ‘surrender’.

Not give up ~ but let go.

Trust.

Believe that there is a bigger story unfolding, even when we can’t see the next page. To stop gripping so tightly out of fear and allow space for things to move, to arrive, to align.

Maybe surrender means trusting that we don’t have to have all the answers today.

That help can appear.

That homes can find humans, just as humans find homes.

I believe a new home is just around the corner for us. And maybe for others too.

Humans are resilient, we’re resourceful & still capable of finding our way back to one another.

May we soften with each other in this season 🙏

May we remember that none of us are failing ~ we’re all navigating something bloody huge here!

And may what’s meant for us meet us, right on time ♡

Love (a slightly hesitant but learning to let go) Rain xx