The New Year....

Well, Christmas is over once again for another year.

Three whole days of eating, socialising and playing nice with certain family members who push your buttons, no matter how much you energetically protect yourself. I speak for myself!

I often think about the spiritual law of treating people well and unconditionally offering assistance, love and whatever else, without judgement etc. I find this really easy to do, except within the family. I can still become hurt, frustrated or annoyed at relative's words or actions. Yet, doesn't this spiritual law start with family? Treating well and accepting your loved ones as they are and practicing to be the best person you can be in their company, then letting go and not taking things personally? Isn't it within the family unit where we learn our lessons first and foremost?

I often ask myself why close family (or close relationships) can bring out the worst in me at times? I guess, I am most vulnerable with my husband, my relatives. Their words and actions do have an impact. I let them have an impact due to the emotional connection. Once I have mastered non reaction to 'my buttons being pushed', I will be happily satisfied I have ascended to a higher level – I imagine that will be when I pass over and not before!

However, it's always wonderful to catch up with family members, especially those who live interstate or overseas, whom you don't get to see often. Christmas is a time of loving, sharing, validating and appreciating who is in your life and how lucky you really are. Although it's not just at Christmas time, it's every day that we are fortunate....

So with New Year's Eve coming up this week, celebrations being planned along with new year's resolutions, another fresh year begins. Another year older and another year full of opportunity to put into practice that which you have been wanting to pursue for a long time. You have pushed your 'want' to the back of the line, while too many more important tasks (in your eyes) have taken priority. Maybe this year is your year!

Happy New Year to you. May 2016 bring heaps of love, luck, success and happiness, along with insightful wisdom, growth, good health and positive self manifestations.

We'll talk again next year : )

 

 

Crazy Christmas Time....

It's Christmas week and there seems to be a lot of hectic and stressful households trying their best to bring Christmas, and all that goes with it, together. I guess mine is included in this! Each year my husband and I are the lucky ones (or not) to have Christmas Day at our place, and each year I proceed to put so much pressure on myself to have everything looking beautiful, that there's enough (delicious) food on the table, that everyone is happy and well looked after while here. I'm sure you all know what I mean. It's the same thing every year! Then quick as a flash, Christmas is over, the new year begins and life returns to the norm.

However, let's remember the true enjoyment of Christmas, that is spending quality time with loved ones. Make the most of your time together and (if you are fortunate enough) your time off from work over the festive season, as you never know what tomorrow brings. Let your family and friends know you love them through your words and actions....

So on that note, I want to wish you all a beautiful and safe Christmas time, filled with love and laughter. May 2016 bring you good health, success, happiness and growth and may it be extra good to you in general.

Thank you to those who have been regularly reading my blog this year. I truly appreciate it and I hope my writing positively touches you in some way, even if it's as simple as putting a smile on your face.

I look forward to sharing more with you next year.....

'Merry Christmas Everyone'

Love,

The Stumbling Spiritualist

Camilla xoxo

 

 

A Great New Year's Eve Idea!

With Christmas on our door step, another year edges to a close. How can this be? It feels like we only celebrated the festive season not long ago, and why is it the older I turn, each year seems to pass more quickly? I do know the busier I am, the quicker time flies by. However, the more occupied I am, the more eventful my life is through meeting people in the right place at the right time, or experiences coming forth from left field to challenge, inspire or to fill my life with joy. Something's always bubbling under the surface, even if I can't yet see it. So much diverseness seems to continuously present itself that, after the initial delight (or challenge), I usually place it to the back of my mind as a new experience takes the limelight, and validated events fade into the past.

During my travels this week, I met an inspiring woman who shared with me a brilliant idea!

Every time something wonderful happens to her throughout the year, she documents the experience on a small piece of paper and places it into a jar. These little notes accumulate throughout the months and on every New Year's Eve, she tips the contents of the jar out onto a table and spends the evening with good friends, delicious food and beverages, while reading each little, randomly picked note.

It's not until she reads all the wonderful blessings life showered her with during the year, that she truly reflects, ponders over, is grateful for and can appreciate how fortunate she is. This way the year also ends on a positive, content and happy note, and leaves her readily motivated to commence the new year with a spring in her step, excited about what the future holds.

I love this idea! Not only does it give you the satisfaction of celebrating the goals you have achieved, but it also reminds you of how blessed your life is and how far you have come, how much you have grown. So, instead of feeling like another year has flown by in a blink of an eye, you are reminded of how productive the amazing year has been, as it's there right in front of you in black and white. With anticipation, I'm definitely going to put this into practice in 2016.

 

 

　

An Amazing Voluntary Commitment

My thoughtful husband brought home a tiny baby ring tailed possum late one afternoon last week that he had spotted in the middle of a main country road. I immediately rang one of our wildlife carers in the local area, who was more than happy to take on this helpless, sweet, little animal, stating she already had seven others in her care and this precious possum would fit right in.

I was so relieved, as I do not know the first thing about caring for a possum, or any other native animal for that matter, however I adore animals and want nothing more than to see orphaned, sick or injured creatures survive and return to good health. So I decided to find out more about these, (obviously wonderful) people, who voluntarily choose to give their time and energy to save, heal and return our beautiful native wildlife back to the environment.

Kylie Laing from Venus Bay and Sue Moore from Tarwin Lower are two such wild life rescuers. Both ladies are married, Kylie with two young children and Sue is a proud grandmother of three grandchildren, who visit and stay with her often.

At Sue's shelter there are birds, reptiles and animals everywhere, of all sizes, all types, inside and outside the home in confined areas. Some are sleeping, some are calling for their feed, some sitting quietly, recuperating, relaxed and enjoying their safe, peaceful temporary home. The most surprising and gorgeous animal was a tiny baby koala that Sue suddenly pulled out from under her jumper! I hadn't even noticed she was carrying this precious, little furry ball! She was found sitting at the bottom of a tree in the Sandy Point area wearing a bloody nose. Sadly, it is still unknown whether she will survive, however Sue is giving her all to see that she does.　

Sue began caring for and rescuing wildlife nine years ago, when she found a baby koala.Kylie began caring for and rescuing wildlife nineteen years ago, after she found a baby wombat in Venus Bay.
After initially exploring and researching shelters and what was involved, both women completed their training and gained their 'Wildlife and Rescue' licences.

Each year, the number of animals, birds and reptiles needing assistance increases. This year on average three creatures per week have been taken in and cared for.The amount of work, time, energy and money (no funding for these girls!), that's involved in running a wildlife and rescue shelter on a daily basis is enormous.

There are four hourly feeds around the clock to orphans, daily sanitisation of cages, food shopping, food preparation, night grass picking, extensive washing and transportation to vet appointments or other more appropriately set up shelters. Wildlife carers are typically on call 24 hours a day, having to answer police calls and give advice to the public, as well as driving to reported locations to pick up creatures.

I absolutely admire these beautiful women, who go above and beyond to help our unique wildlife. When tasks seem tough and time or money is lacking, their commitment remains strong. Sue and Kylie both say their love for the animals is their guiding light, and they just do what they can with the resources they have and they get on with it. How inspiring.....

There are many ways you can assist these wonderful carers. They always need help with washing loads of laundry, picking appropriate eucalyptus leaves and sewing simple pouches in various sizes. If you are a retired (or not) tradesman/handyman, you can help by building or maintaining enclosures. Please talk to your local wildlife shelter carers for more ideas. I'm sure they will appreciate your assistance!

Is It Possible To Talk To Animals Telepathically And Have Them Understand?

Our household has been crazy ever since my husband brought home a beautiful, scared and traumatised four week old kitten he had found dumped, sitting in the middle of a main country road. Her little face was covered in dried blood and she needed some serious tender and loving care, which we were only too happy to give her. However, our nine month old ginger kitten, who weighs nearly five kilos, wasn't so impressed after he finally realised what was going on and how he suddenly had to share mum and dad's attention.

Well, that was nearly eight weeks ago and it's only been the last two weeks the two fluff balls have been able to roam the house freely, although always under supervision. Little Bluebell has taken a liking to Ginge's long and beautiful tail, and excitedly stalks and then bites it. Poor Ginge isn't impressed and let's her know this in no uncertain terms, yet still Bluebell continues, in her juvenile way, to go back for more again...and again. It's been a challenging couple of months and extremely time consuming. It amazes me how one tiny little kitten can manage to bring the whole home equilibrium out of balance – but let me tell you, it's possible!

During the initial stages, I attempted my best to bring these two felines together, in the hope they would warm to each other. I initially often placed Bluebell in a guinea pig cage to keep Ginge from attacking her and causing potential, physical harm, while they had the opportunity to become accustomed to each other and their smells. There are many other tactics I incorporated and possibly each helped a little to finally reach a point of progress.

Mostly I spoke to both of them, out loud and telepathically. Each on their own, as well as together. I explained to Ginge, Bluebell was rescued and needed our help, even though we did not plan to adopt another cat. I assured him his comforts will not change, in fact he is gaining a playmate and companion. Plus there is more than enough love in this household to cover all bases, and he would not miss out – ever. Ginge would look attentatively at me while I was talking and I wondered if he understood...

On the other hand, when I spoke to Bluebell, she seemed to be completely oblivious to my words, or chose to ignore me, while she lined up Ginge's tail, wiggled her little bum, and proceeded to pounce on him who, needless to say, became angry and retaliated. However even now, Ginge seems to react in a positive way for a short while after I speak to him. He pulls back a little, or even (though in a disgruntled way) walks off, away from Bluebell.

I had an extremely close, loving bond with our beautiful cat, Oscar, whom we sadly had to euthanise last year, and I remember often when my husband and I went to bed and Oscar wasn't inside yet, I would telepathically call him home. Sure enough, after a few minutes he would be sitting outside our French bedroom doors, waiting patiently for me to let him in. It never ceased to amaze me and I wondered then if and how much Oscar understood....

Last week, I purposely decided to try telepathy on my gorgeous, retired horse, whom we adopted a few years ago. I always speak to him out loud, as I speak to all our animals, and as I imagine we all do, don't we? It was early in the morning and armed with carrots and his fly mask, I proceeded to walk towards him and telepathically let him know I was coming and that he was going to wear his mask today, due to the warm weather, to stop his nose from sunburn and to keep the wretched flies away from his face. He loves his carrots, so I mentioned those as well, waiting for his head to turn upon hearing his favorite word 'carrots'! I was about eight metres away from him, after walking and talking for approximately fifty metres, when he suddenly jumped in fright. I'd obviously scared the daylights out of him! I guess he didn't hear me...

So generally speaking, can and do animals understand, I wonder? Can they also have selective hearing, as some humans tend to have? Animals have souls too, so are they also evolving at their own pace as we are, and once they reach a certain point of enlightenment, does telepathic communication come easy to them?

There are many Animal Psychics in this world, who are adamant animals can understand us and visa versa. I do not know if this is true however, I keep an open mind, and I will continue to talk to my beautiful fury family. They definitely all know and react to the tone of my voice and that brings me great joy.

But honestly, verbal communication is neither here or there, as the loving, trusting energy between us and our beloved animals is far greater and significant than any conversation. I believe the eyes say it all....

 

 

Big Red

As I am writing, I can't help but shed a tear for this huge, beautiful icon of a creature that had been a part of our lives for so long. He is greatly missed around home....

 

Big Red, as we named him, was bought with his 'mad' mother at Dandenong Sale Yards in 1996. He was a Saler breed and a magnificent calf with impressive maturing horns. He initially spent a year on a Seymour property in Victoria, then resided for the next five years in an agistment paddock in Epping. Red somehow always managed to be 'not quite right' for the next load of cattle to be sold. I believe the reason for this was that we were curious to see how big he and those horns would grow.

 

Well, he grew alright! In 2002, when the Middle Tarwin farm in South Gippsland was purchased, we transported Big Red to his new home, but first had to walk him around to the neighbor's open race, as he had outgrown ours. Red's back had now reached a height of six feet and his huge head carried the most beautiful set of horns, which protruded approximately three feet outward on each side. Encompassing his solid build was his glistening, red, curly, healthy coat and the end of his long tail boasted a contrasting blonde color. He was stunning and proud and we had become very fond of him.

 

As it happened, Big Red became the leader of the pack. He would introduce the arriving cattle to their new surroundings, water etc. and would lead them into the strip-grazing paddocks as required. As he knew the farm so well, he would also play a huge part in bringing the cattle up to the yards. This meant crossing the steers over the bridge above the Tarwin River, which runs through our property. It used to be a very challenging task, especially before the fences and lane ways were erected, but Red was sensational at his job, for his sheer presence demanded respect from the other cattle and they would follow him like sheep.

 

We could never get closer than about a metre to Red before he would throw his head/horns around to warn us off. This wasn't done aggressively, but just enough to let us know he didn't want to be touched. Mind you, we'd had him eat bread out of our hands occasionally, especially coffee scrolls. He had such a sweet tooth and loved treats.

 

Drenching time wasn't much fun. We couldn't walk Red into the crush, so he'd be placed in the smallest area within our yards, and it was an effort trying to back-drench him when he'd be turning in circles! All parties involved were relieved when the task was completed.

 

As time went on and Big Red grew older and slower, arthritis began to creep into his back legs. We'd retired him from his cattle job and placed him in the drive-way and around the house to 'lawn mow'. It was warmer for him too, as there were more trees present than in the open paddocks. He loved it in his new area and soon became the daily attraction of many passing admirers, especially the school bus. The kids looked forward to seeing him and would ask the bus driver to slow down so they could get a good look at him.

 

Red was also a great watch dog, as strangers visiting the farm would look and think twice before entering! Red did look quite scary if you didn't know him, and I'd given up counting how many times someone asked me, 'Is that a Texas Longhorn bull?'

 

Sadly on Friday the 5^th of August of 2011, Big Red faced his final hours, after a long and happy life of sixteen years, due to old age and progressing arthritis. He is now buried on the farm and will always be remembered as the statuesque, proud and stunning bullock that he was. People had warned us in the past not to become emotionally attached to our farm animals, but we wouldn't trade one moment of our past with Big Red. Luckily we have many beautiful portraits of him hanging on our fridge that his young fans had drawn of him over the years and many amazing memories we will cherish. We will surely miss the big fella for a long time to come......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Grade One Experience

It was 1971 and I'd completed six months of schooling (grade prep) in a foreign country, our new home, Australia. The experience had been frightening, daunting and challenging, yet also exciting, as I had mastered the English language by then and was finding my feet in this multi-cultural environment, and I was glad.

Over the summer holidays I looked forward to entering grade one in the new year, as I was regaining my confidence. I remember commencing school, happy to be reunited with my new friends I had made in grade prep and excited what the school year ahead would bring. Unfortunately, I had no idea what was in store for me, or how my ego would be deflated time and time again.

 

Her name was Mrs. Somerwell and she was my appointed grade one teacher.

She was a middle-aged, skinny presence with red, curly locks and wore a million freckles on her face and arms. What I remember most about her is the tone of her high-pitched, loud, clear, fast talking voice. She was short, sharp and to the point – and she hated me! It didn't seem to matter what I said or did, I always felt I was a kid she couldn't stand the sight of. I certainly wasn't as cute as some of my fellow students, in fact I have never in my life been classed as 'cute', as I have always been tall for my age, and as an adult I stand at 180cm.
 

So, as a six year old, having desperately attempted to win Mrs Somerwell's approval to no avail over the entire school year, I felt my chance had finally arrived as the year was coming to a close.

We were planning a class school Christmas production and we needed a Christmas tree. My father had just purchased a small fir tree for our front garden. It was only about three foot high and would be perfect for our play.
 

After attempting to tell Mrs. Somerwell, who seemed to continue to ignore me, numerous times that I had the perfect tree for our special event, she finally acknowledged my offer. She obviously hadn't been able to get her hands on one! I was so pleased, in fact, I literally couldn't wipe the smile off my face, no matter how much I tried. Finally this woman, my role model, would accept me. It's taken 12 months, but I had finally won her over!
 

However, my celebrations, good intentions (and my smile) were soon squashed, leaving me feeling empty and deflated once more. It was made very clear to me by Mrs Somerwell, how stupid I was to offer a tree, which was planted in the ground!!! Yes, my father had planted the tree, however being a six year old, I was none the wiser and didn't realise it was a problem... 　

A healthy self esteem is of the absolute importance to own in life. This is the seed which drives us, forms our belief systems and keeps us positive and capable, no matter what life throws our way. Our young minds learn from our family members, our peers and significant adults in our lives, such as school teachers.

Although I have obviously moved on from my negative grade one experience (although I remember it clear as day), it saddens me to think there are children still going through these sorts of challenges, when it shouldn't and needn't be so. Children are like sponges and retain the words and the feelings they bring with them. When you communicate with a child, please be mindful of this.

The children are our future.... 

 

 

CAM ABOOD – A True Gentleman...

Sometimes in life you meet extraordinary people along your journey. Sometimes by chance, sometimes only fleetingly, however they leave a significant, lasting impression upon your heart, and just seem too good for this world.....This was the case with Cam Abood, 1943 – 2015.

　

I could not believe what I was reading! I was casually scrolling through Face Book two weeks ago, when I came across a post from The Bass Coast Police in South Gippsland. 
 

With fitting words, they were respectfully honoring their Justice of the Peace, who had passed away after a short illness. To my complete, overwhelming shock, I realised this wonderful man was my marriage celebrant and had joined my husband and I in matrimony in 2012 on a beautiful summer's evening at Venus Bay beach, Victoria. I remember Cam saying during his many years as a celebrant, it was the largest wedding crowd he had ever spoken in front of – and he managed it beautifully. 

I really know very little about this inspiring man, except that he was one of the most gentle, genuine, lovely souls I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Through his approachable, thoughtful, kind, professional manner, my husband and I were made to feel like our wedding ceremony was the most special and important Cam had ever performed, as would have been the case with all his many happy customers! 

It was such a pleasure meeting this unique man and I will continue to cherish Cam's memory, not only because he lovingly played a significant role on our wedding day, but because it's not often you meet people like Cam in life. A true gentleman, who sadly passed away too soon, yet has left behind a wonderful legacy. I know for certain this man will not be forgotten in a hurry.

May the Angels hold Cam in their arms now and always....

Guidance To Remember Always...

Be the best person you can be at any given time, then let go and trust that the Universe will love, support and guide you through your lessons.

Remember you are never dished out more than what you can handle.

Do not take other peoples' issues on board, as they are not yours to take.

Change your belief systems to healthy ones, and once again, have faith that you will attract the right situations into your life.

Know you are special. Everyone is special!

Know you are human, and humans aren't perfect.

Be kinder to yourself. You have so much love and wisdom inside you.

Don't be your own worst enemy to prevent you from reaching your highest potential.

Be open to opportunities instead of sabotaging them.

Dare to open your heart and trust.

Let your Truth shine always....

A Father/Daughter Trust Like No Other...

The family decision was made. In 1971, after weighing up the pros and cons over many months, my parents finally unitedly agreed our family would sail across the vast seas to begin a new life on Australian shores. This meant packing up our entire German existence to a minimum, and a four week journey by ship with numerous docking intervals in interesting foreign countries. Countries none of us had ever seen before.

I was five years old at the time, and the youngest of three children, when this adventure began. I'm sure not many people can say they have experienced a taste of varied continents by the age of five! Sadly though, I have little recollection of this time and my memories are few and far between. However one special memory, I will always treasure, stands out as vividly as if it were yesterday....

I remember one time during the trip I was out on the deck with my father. It was surely only for a few moments and we were probably only exiting through one door to enter another. It may have been dusk and a little windy, yet to me, as a small child, I saw it differently. We were outside and it was dark, freezing and we were all alone. The large vessel was completely surrounded by huge, black and ferocious waves that seemed to want to swallow us up at first chance. The gale, which forced sea spray across our faces, was so strong I had trouble walking. I remember my father holding my hand. He was a tall, athletic man with huge hands, and always portrayed a certain calmness about him. He held on to my hand so tightly and I knew that if he let go, I would be scooped up by the cyclonic winds and thrown overboard into the infinite, angry ocean, so eagerly awaiting to eat me. I was initially terrified! What if my hand slipped? What if my father couldn't hold me or catch me if I flew away?

Then a reassurance came, and a knowing that my dad would never, ever let go of my tiny hand, no matter what. Of that I could be certain. I think back now, what trust I had in this beautiful man. 

This precious trust continued into adulthood and my father and I shared a wonderful father/daughter relationship. He taught me so much and was always so proud of my accomplishments, no matter how small they were. Sadly he passed away, due to cancer, thirteen years ago at the 'too young' age of seventy. I still miss him terribly, however I am thankful to have had the privilege of being brought up by this wise and inspiring role model of a man.

Dad will always be in my heart and everything I pursue in life, I endeavour to give it my best, to continue to make him proud, as if he were still here with me.

Trust, like this example, is so unique and empowering. I hope everyone reading this has this kind of a trusting bond with someone in their lives....

 

 

 

Another One Of Life's Curve Balls...

Oh my goodness, I'm certainly being tested of my adopted spiritual truths again this week!

My stress levels have gone through the roof and I find myself struggling to keep afloat.

It all started two weeks ago, when my thoughtful, caring husband arrived home with a tiny four week old grey and white kitten he had come across in the middle of a main country road. The poor little thing had a bloody nose, was traumatised, petrified and shaking all over. I have no doubt someone had dumped her, and probably the rest of her siblings, which were nowhere to be found. For the life of me, I will never understand how anyone could physically proceed with this act! How they sleep at night, I will never know...

The first thing I did was give this little fluff ball some cat milk through a medicine pipette, I eventually found in my kitchen cupboard, after searching high and low. I knew I had one somewhere! The kitten swallowed the milk furiously, obviously extremely hungry. We made a warm, comfortable bed for her in a cat-carry cage after giving her love and attention, and there she slept for the next few hours, recuperating and finally feeling safe. Meanwhile, our nine month old ginger kitten, who has grown into a monstrous feline, was trying to work out what on earth was going on, and what was this foreign smell in his home?!

After losing our beautiful, eight year old cat to Cat Aids last year, we adopted Ginge at eight weeks and made sure he was de-sexed and fully vaccinated against FIV before letting him outside one month ago. We also lock him up at night to give him further protection, so he has minimal chance of coming into contact with any infected, stray cats. So far our plans have worked out well and Ginge happily applies to the drill. He has a cat door he uses during the day, and which is locked at dusk when he comes inside for his dinner.

So this new little kitten, which we have named Bluebell, is now eating four hourly solid meals, which she eagerly gulps down, and has already grown in size along with her confidence and cheekiness. The problem is, I cannot let her roam free in our home along side Ginge because it seems he wants to eat her! Yet, Bluebell is maturing quickly and does not, under any circumstances, like being locked up any more – and let's us know by her sizable lungs. Her squeals drive Ginge crazy (and us just quietly), so presently I've succumbed to locking myself up with her at regular intervals of the day, either in our office or bedroom, where she happily and contently plays. However I, of course, get nothing done in that time!

I despise the thought of Bluebell being locked away alone for any length of time. The nights are long enough, which she spends in our bathroom, transformed into her bedroom (we're using the en suite). The wet area now boasts cat toys, a cosy bed and the kitty litter tray, which Bluebell seemed to know all about from day one, (hence another reason why I believe she was dumped).

 

I also dislike Ginge being behind a closed door, puzzled why he has suddenly been given unreasonable boundaries to adhere to..... and this causes my stress to escalate. Ginge is our beautiful boy and I don't want him to have any reason to be jealous or to question my loyalty. I continue to shower him with all the love and adoration he deserves, if not more, to reassure him Bluebell is no threat. If only he would understand...

Even down the track, if our fury kids do become friends, Bluebell will not be allowed outside until she is de-sexed and fully vaccinated (four months to go). This again will prove to be problematic, as she will still need to be locked up while my husband and I are not home, so that she doesn't disappear through the cat door, which I'm sure she will mimic by observing Gingie.

To try and rectify the immediate problem, I purchased a guinea pig cage, where I place Bluebell in, while Ginge stalks the circumference, attempting his best to claw-poke Bluebell through the thin, metal bars with his paws. This has become a game between the two of them, although the boundaries are blurred and I question whether it's playfully acted out or not. Bluebell has become quite big for her boots, and although Ginge is about five times the size of her, she is beginning to fight back. She's become very brave and cheeky towards him!

I have held Bluebell in my hand or placed her next to me on the floor quite a few times, to let Ginge sniff her and to see if I can let Bluebell roam freely, in the hope Ginge would warm to her. However I have had to catch Ginge numerous times, as Bluebell has wanted to jump spontaneously (as kittens tend to do), and Ginge has attempted to dart at Bluebell on all of these occasions. Bluebell is just too small for me to let them come together. Ginge would injure her in a flash. I have also tried to play with both of them, while Bluebell is in the guinea pig cage, trying to connect them through a common goal. Sometimes I feel this works, but then Ginge suddenly becomes aggressive and when his beautiful, golden eyes transform into black marbles, my confidence dissipates.

I have no idea where to from here. I'm hoping, as it's only been two weeks, Ginge will become used to Bluebell and they will make the best of friends. I pray this will happen...

So, my spiritual truths of, 'Everything happens the way it's meant to', and 'Let go of what you can't control', 'Live in the moment' and 'Have faith and trust always' have been a little challenging, to say the least. However, this is a good lesson for me, as little Bluebell obviously entered our lives for a reason. I remind myself to take a few deep breaths often, as I feel my anxious, tight knotted stomach and shallow breathing dominate my peace, during this stressful process. I'm normally quite disciplined when it comes to remaining grounded, however when my fury children are involved, it's a whole other ball game. This curve ball has obviously been thrown at me for a reason and while I write this, I am reminded of yet another spiritual truth being, 'Struggles and challenges bring forth growth'. Well, let's see how much I can grow!

 

 

'Never Say Never!'

I sat pondering my life one day at the commencement of 2012. I had just married my long term partner and decided to reassess my goals on a physical, spiritual and emotional level. I felt I needed to breathe some fresh air into this new life chapter. A new phase of marriage compliments new and challenging experiences to push me through to greater heights.

So, as I was throwing around possible new, creative ideas in my head, Taekwon-Do came to mind, right out of the blue! It's not something I had ever thought about and certainly never envisioned practising. I'm a lover by nature, not a fighter, however before I knew it, I was searching the yellow pages for a local club, phoned an instructor, who informed me of various classes in my surrounding area and invited me along to check one out.

Well, that was three and a half years ago now.... and I just love it!

Beside the fact that I commenced just after my 45^th birthday and am now armed with self defence and increased discipline, flexibility and co-ordination, I feel so much fitter and healthier. My adopted mantra is, 'If you don't use it, you lose it!'. I have also returned to my normal weight for my height, which has been a never-ending battle throughout the years (but that's another story).

The main attraction and reason I keep persevering and pushing myself to attend at least two classes a week, is the Taekwon-Do community. There are many wonderful fellow students of all ages that take part in regular training. Some of my favorite pocket-rockets are as young as six years! The oldest student, I believe, is in his sixties. Very inspirational, to say the least. Throughout the classes, the higher belt students often assist the lower belt pupils, regardless of age, and bonds can't help but be formed. We all support and encourage each other to reach our common goals.

So, although I find myself physically and mentally challenged, while striving to be all I can, the work I put in feels almost secondary when I look at the big picture of Taekwon-Do. It's not a chore! It's a lot of fun and class time passes by so quickly. That's exercise one dreams of!

So, looking back now, whoever would have thought I would be a student, enjoying this respected ancient martial art – and at my age? Certainly not me! In my wildest dreams, Taekwon-Do never, ever came to mind. I guess this is a perfect example of the saying, 'never say never'.

I am amazed at how far I have come. I have achieved way beyond my expectations and a part of me finds this difficult to accept. However, why shouldn't I take credit and be a little proud of my accomplishments?! I had an idea, I took action, and I have followed through with dedication and perseverance. I have made this happen because I chose to be proactive. It makes sense.

Now, if I can just take charge of all other aspects of my life in this way, there's no stopping me... 

I now challenge you to find a new, healthy and enjoyable activity that pushes you to greater heights and enhances your life in the process !!!    : )

 

 

Check In With Your Belief Systems!

Why do we anxiously focus on what we 'don't' want in life, yet seem to attract more of it? I have proven this throughout my own journey time and time again, and have discovered the moment I change my thoughts and perceptions towards what I actually 'want' to have happen, immediately the energy around me transforms and I am able to manifest postivity. It's wonderfully amazing and gratifying.

Our thoughts create our lives. We act, think and feel from our personal belief systems. Our thoughts make up these belief systems, and if these beliefs are negative, we need to change our thoughts!

'A belief is only a thought that you keep thinking'

 

We all have some detrimental belief systems, mostly ones that stem from an early age. I can't argue it can be a huge task to change these because we have embedded and cemented them deeply into the core of our being over a long period of time. However, it is not impossible. Change your thoughts regarding these negative beliefs as they surface, and remind yourself  'it is only a thought I am thinking' and you will slowly, but surely change your belief.

Life is meant to be good! Your purpose is to be happy and to have faith in yourself and in this wonderful adventure called life. So, if your beliefs portray to you that you are undeserving, not good enough, weak or incapable etc, 'think again'.

You are all of these things and so, so much more – if you will only believe....

What If?...

 

                                     There is so much devastation in the world.

I believe to heal our world we need to start with ourselves and our own environment, our own backyard....

Please take a few moments to soulfully ponder over each of the following:

What if we are presently in 'school' here, in the physical world, and once our lives are completed our bodies return to the earth and our souls travel home to a place of pure love? (We are made of energy and energy cannot be destroyed. It simply transforms).

 

What if our life can be likened to a personal play, in which our role is the main character, and we decided while we were still at 'home', previous to this lifetime, what lessons we wished to learn within the duration of our play, in which situations and with whom?

What if this were true, therefore we need not fear death?

What if we were absolutely aware that love and insightful wisdom were of the only importance, and our focus was on our growth as a person (as a soul gaining wisdom and clarity), while giving freely, lovingly and unconditionally to ourselves and to others – without judgement? This could begin with smiling at a stranger - for no reason.　

If we believed this as our 'truth', our personal experience of life would be much more simple, for we would know to fearlessly and enjoyably make the most of every moment. We would let go of pettiness and not take things quite so seriously. We would smell the roses more, live in the 'now' and appreciate this precious physical opportunity we have been granted.

This lifetime is over in a blink of an eye, so we would stop procrastinating for whatever reasons that hold us back, we would stand tall and own our personal power (instead of giving it away to others) and, with confidence, we would get on with whatever it is that we wish to achieve or experience - with love and trust in our hearts.

In fact, life as we know it, would be looked upon from a completely different perspective, for we would understand, no matter what happens...........everything will be alright... 

 

 

Glen's Visitations...

Last week's post told the story of Glen and our mutual, unspoken feelings we held for each other, before he suddenly passed away, without any warning. I had just admitted to myself I was in love with him, and would tell him so next we met. Sadly, in this physical life, I was never given the chance to do so.

During our seventeen month friendship, Glen and I discussed many and varied, interesting topics, one of which was life after death. I explained how I was a spiritualist and believed in reincarnation, while although Glen had an open mind, he wasn't completely convinced. We made a pact, that whoever leaves this earth first (God forbid), would return to prove to the other there is no death as we understand it – if this is so.
 

Well......proof appeared - thick and fast!

Once the shock subsided a little, and before Glen's funeral a week later, I could feel his energy with me every second of the day. It felt so frustrating and debilitating and caused my grief to deepen, knowing he was with me, however I couldn't clearly communicate with him, couldn't touch him.....at the same time I selfishly felt comfort and relief knowing he was near.
 

As Glen was attempting his best to reach me through the veil that separated us, I decided I needed to try and meet him half way. Hastily, I remembered and rang a lovely psychic/medium, whom I had once visited a very long time ago, to make an appointment as soon as she could fit me in. Actually, I believe Glen reminded me of her! Leanne heard the urgency in my voice and thankfully had a cancellation within a couple of days. Those couple of days felt like forever!
 

As soon as I arrived, Leanne met me at the door and asked whether a man I knew had just recently passed over? She continued to explain he had been with her all morning, waiting impatiently for me to arrive. Well, that brought me to tears (again) and was the beginning of a heart-breaking and joyful reunion.
 

Through Leanne's mediumistic abilities, Glen explained how he had choked. One minute he was alive and furiously trying to gasp for air, the next he had no idea what was happening. After a while (however long a while was) he realised he was not in his body....but he was still who he was – 'If that makes any sense', he said. He continued to impress upon Leanne, through feelings, words and pictures, that he was so angry and frustrated that he had obviously moved on from life as he knew it. So much was left undone and unspoken between us and he was looking forward to where our journey would lead..... as he had intended to marry me. I was completely devastated at this point.

(I should state, when I arrived for my appointment, Leanne had no idea who Glen was or what he meant to me).
 

There was much more Glen disclosed that Leanne couldn't have known and although I already believed we returned to our spiritual home when we departed this physical plain, if I still had the minutest doubt, it completely vanished that day.
 

So I, although satisfied Glen was alive and well in Spirit, silently continued to deeply mourn. I would wear a smile during work hours, then return to my two bedroom unit at the time, and think about Glen, trying to make sense of the sudden, tragic situation that had occurred. I would sit for hours and weeks on end pondering over what I could or should have done to possibly prevent this nightmare. I attempted to get my head around my spiritual beliefs, trying to walk the walk, not just talk the talk. Everything makes sense until emotions are thrown into the equation. Then suddenly it's a whole new other dimension that can send one spiralling out of control. 　
 

It took me a long time to accept and acknowledge what had happened to Glen. Once again, through Leanne, he actually told me he had to leave, as I needed to walk a different road. That made me feel even worse emotionally! Was it my fault? Did I manifest his passing? Was my decision to want to be with him, the reason he was dismissed from his physicality? I was a mess. However, regardless of the whys and what ifs, Glen had departed from this earth and I needed to find a way to come to terms with it.
 

There were so many surprising, wonderful signs sent my way from Glen. Some made me laugh, some made me cry. I do not remember them all, as it has been fifteen and a half years since his passing, however a few stand out that are forever etched into my memory and heart.
 

I distinctly remember, for months after Glen's physical death, every night I went to bed, his personal scent would waft past me, then continue to linger. I always knew he was there and when I finally began dozing off to sleep, I would often feel him stroking my cheek or hair. I guess he was comforting me and attempting to ease my grief. It must be extremely difficult and heart breaking for a soul, who has passed over, to watch a loved one in so much pain, especially when communication is impossible. At least I knew in my heart Glen was fit and well, as opposed to the belief of 'dead, buried and gone forever', although, I must admit, the pain was still unbearable at times. His passing was just so unforeseeable.
 

One Friday afternoon I had finished work (social work). I didn't feel like going home to my quiet unit, yet I didn't feel like socialising either, due to having patiently listened to peoples' problems all day long. I missed Glen so much at the time and felt like I was going crazy. I decided to stop by a shopping centre on my way home. I would be alone, yet with the silent company of bustling Friday night shoppers.
 

I walked around a while, then decided perhaps I could buy myself a little something to cheer up. What though? I continued strolling around, in my own little world, and came across a music shop. Perfect! I would buy a CD of an artist I had always admired, but which I had never before purchased. Which artist though? Then, I believe, Glen reminded me by placing the thought into my mind, I had always loved the voice of Wendy Matthews. Perfect again! I had never owned her CD, and searching through the many on offer, I (or Glen) chose Wendy's Greatest Hits. Can't go wrong with that one!
 

Happy with my purchase, I drove home, planning to savour a glass of matured, red wine, while listening to my new distraction..... and that is exactly what I did. I poured a glass of red, placed my new CD in my mini stereo, sat down in my cosy kitchen haven and continued my ritual of reminiscing about Glen and trying to make sense of  'this life', whilst listening to the beautiful voice of Wendy Matthews.
 

What happened next, completely stopped me in my tracks and covered my whole being in goose bumps. I could not believe what I was hearing! I was solemnly thinking about Glen and how I was missing him, when a song on the CD began to play, that I had never heard before.

The song is called 'Beloved' and these are the words that sang through my stereo speakers..... 

 

Here I am
I'm right here
Oh I wish you could feel me
Standing so close
I'm right beside you dear.
I fly round this old man house,
I float through the walls
I scream and I call
While I watch you without me.

All I feel,
All I am now
Is this love I have for you.
Each night it's you, you I lay beside
I close my eyes, never to sleep
I tell you all the things I should have said
That you'll never know.
How could I act such a part,
As to love the one who breaks my heart?
I had to go....So put your hands here round my waist,
Though you cannot feel my touch dear
And dance with me as you did before.
I'm bound forever to this house

I can never go beyond that door
I dance alone

So when you think of me smile
It's the only way that I can see
That you still care for me
(close my eyes never to sleep)
Here I am I'm right here
How I wish you could see me dear
O my dear...
 

I completely froze upon hearing and feeling the lyrics echoing through my entire being...and I knew Glen was there, standing beside me. He had, through the CD, found a way to communicate to me what he was feeling. It was simply amazing.....and of course prompted more sad tears amongst the joy.
 

I felt Glen with me for months, and I was starting to worry that my grief may be keeping him from moving on – wherever one moves on to. I didn't want to be the reason for his non-progression. I would (painfully) say to him that it's ok to leave. I would be fine and, as I believe love is all there is anyway, our bond could not and would not be broken. Our love will never subside. Eventually I sensed Glen did move on and I have been told (again by a medium), he is now assisting souls, who cross over as suddenly as he did, comforting them and explaining, in their shocked state, what is taking place. Whether this is true?!
 

I remember a few months after Glen's passing, I was driving a client to an appointment. She was a gorgeous, young woman, who also claimed to have psychic/mediumistic abilities. Through our general conversation about love, life and marriage, she suddenly said a man in spirit was speaking to her wanting to give me a message. After some probing with appropriate questions, I realised it was definitely Glen, whom this young woman did not know. His message was that the man I was going to one day marry, is someone I already know! This did not make sense to me at the time, however it proved to be true. I did marry Anthony, whom I had dated for six months or so in 1995. We parted ways, he married, he separated, we met up again, built a life together and married twelve years later!
 

Life is crazy, isn't it? You just never know what tomorrow brings!

The moral of this story is, 'there is life after life'.
 

Glen is still very much a part of my life, although isn't with me as often as he once was. I continue to light a candle on his birthday and Valentine's Day, which is also my mother and father's wedding anniversary. My father passed away two years after Glen, and regardless of my spiritual views, had I not experienced the proof, which Glen's passing showed me, I probably would have been locked up in a psychiatric ward at that time!

I know in my heart I will meet Glen again in Spirit, when it's my time to cross over, and really, he's only a thought away. In fact while I have written these two blogs, Glen has been assisting, offering particular words and throwing me memories. I must admit, many sleeping, bitter, sweet emotions have surfaced once again.

Every time I see Glen through my mind's eye since writing these pieces, he wears a huge smile. I know he is thrilled I have voiced his (our) story, however I believe he is more pleased that I have finally found a release through a creative channel, instead of holding my thoughts inside after all these years. I don't really talk about this precious chapter of my life, although ironically, now I am voicing it to the world! It hasn't been easy to pen these words, however I'm happy I have achieved it..... and it's my way of paying tribute to a special soul, who will always lovingly remain in my heart – until we meet again.

 

 

The Day You Went Away...

I remember sitting in my hot car, parked in the corner of the beach car park, and all I could hear was the beautiful, soulful voice of Wendy Matthews, singing her song, 'The Day You Went Away', as it played from my car radio. It was a steamy, mid morning on Valentines Day in the year 2000. The sky was cloudless and couldn't have been any bluer. It was the most amazing summer's day. The world stopped for what seemed like forever, as I sat in shock, attempting to digest the news. I had only returned to my car after realising I had forgotten my mobile phone, therefore had missed the devastating phone call, which would shatter my world.    

 

It was October, 1998, when Glen and I were first introduced by a mutual friend. Although he made quite an impression, I had promised myself I would take things extremely slowly the next time I met someone, whom I could possibly see myself in a relationship with. I had a history of heartache, especially after living overseas. Immigration issues forced me to make the difficult choice between my then relationship in Europe and my home, Australia. I chose to come home. So I decided in future, I would give myself plenty of time to nurture and grow a friendship prior to becoming involved. I wanted to be sure. As sure as one can be anyway.
 

Glen and I hit if off immediately and we caught up often, either for dinner, or coffees, or we particularly enjoyed spending time at the beach, relaxed and engrossed in deep conversation. I could never wait to see him again and my heart would happily race at the thought. Glen knew my stance and never once pressured me to move forward with our solid, meaningful friendship, instead waited for the first move to be initiated by my timing. However the loving and trusting energy, which embraced us, made it clear to each other how we both felt. We just hadn't voiced it, waiting for the right time. My right time.
 

It was the evening before Valentine's Day and a girlfriend from Germany was presently residing with me for a couple of months. I had taken a week's leave from work to drive her down to explore South Gippsland for some sight-seeing the following day. So after making sure she wouldn't mind, I rang Glen suggesting the two of us meet up for a pre-Valentine's Day dinner, as I wouldn't be able to catch up with him for a week or so. I was secretly bursting at the seams to see him!
 

We enjoyed a beautiful meal with good conversation and much laughter and as I drove home that night, I decided I needed to let go of my fear of being hurt and take the plunge. I was so in love with Glen and I swore to myself next time I see him, I would tell him so. Secretly I was sure I was going to marry this wonderful man.
 

The following day my girlfriend and I headed off bright and early. It was such a beautiful day, we decided to spend the morning basking in the sun on a picturesque, isolated beach we had found in our travels. We settled, laying our near naked bodies down under the golden rays, lapping up each holiday moment. I was so happy. I had my gorgeous best friend from overseas with me, last night's loving memory continued to play around in my head, and I was excited about seeing Glen again and baring my soul. How could I not be blissfully happy?
 

It then suddenly dawned on me, I had left my mobile phone in the car! I wasn't comfortable with the thought of it cooking in the car heat, so I decided to walk back to fetch it. I opened the car door, grabbed the phone from the console and noticed I had missed a call. I sat down in the driver's seat, left the car door open due to the stifling heat, placed the key in the ignition, turned on the radio and proceeded to ring my message bank. I listened to the message.... then I listened again... and then again, trying to make sense of the words I was hearing. An acquaintance had rung me, who I didn't even know had my number, to express her condolences and deepest sympathy to hear Glen had passed away. Glen had passed away?! What did she mean? I only saw him last night! And why was she ringing me?

It was true. Glen had been found deceased at home early that morning. He was thirty-seven years old.

It was the most glorious summer's day. The sky was cloudless and couldn't have been any bluer. While Wendy Matthews continued to sing her beautiful song, nothing made sense.....the world made no sense.....

 

(A tribute to Glen, who will always own a piece of my heart)

 

 

 

Glen and I made a pact, that whoever leaves this earth first (God forbid), will return to the other to prove there is, after all, life after death – if this is so.

In my next blog I will explain how the signs appeared thick and fast....

 

We Are Never Alone...

As far as I can remember I have been open to spiritual phenomena. I always 'knew' there was more to this physical life than meets the eye, and my curiosity and interest enables me to regularly notice (what I believe to be) significant, spiritual signs. These signs appear through various channels and are sometimes extremely prominent or minutely subtle.

To give you an idea, I will often silently, and fleetingly, ponder over a question, only to read a sentence in an article or listen to part of a radio interview a few days later, through which my question is suddenly answered, much to my delight.

Or not long ago I was outside in the garden, thinking about a deceased loved one. Suddenly, a butterfly appeared, fluttered around me and then proceeded to land on my arm. It actually happily stayed for a minute or so before moving on. This occurrence is unique and I'm sure this was a sign from Spirit, sent from the person I was lovingly thinking about. 

There are many other examples such as, randomly chatting with someone, who during the conversation, happens to tell me the exact advice or message I need to hear at that moment – unbeknown to them. Or often when I am completing my farm chores, a single feather will fall from above me and land right at my feet.

Sometimes when I am on my way to the supermarket, knowing it's a busy time of day, I silently ask Spirit if there might be a spare car park in the first aisle waiting for me to drive into when I arrive. I feel a little selfish asking this however, without a word of a lie, upon my request, there is always either a car space waiting just for me, or someone is reversing out of a car park as I reach them, in time for me to easily take their place.

When my beautiful cat, Oscar, passed away and I was silently, deeply grieving, I walked into a shop to purchase a birthday card for a friend. While reading through numerous to find the most appropriate, I stumbled across a beautiful card with a lonesome, black cat pictured sitting in front of an old, empty building. On the front were the words, 'Even when we are alone', and when I opened to view the middle of the card, the following words jumped out and gave me goose bumps – 'Those we love will always be beside us'. I have no doubt this was a consoling message from Spirit, and needless to say, I bought the card, which now has a special place in my home....and still to this day prompts happy tears....

I truly believe we are never alone. Even if we are physically on our own and especially when we are struggling with an issue or concern, causing us to feel lost, sad, angry amongst other emotions, we are definitely not alone. There is so much spiritual help around us, and I believe Spirit hears our every thought. So even if we are not outwardly voicing the complete truth, Spirit reads our minds and knows our exact stance.

I also believe when we are celebrating a significant event such as, a wedding, a birthday, an anniversary or the birth of a child etc., Spirit is also there celebrating with us and blanketing the affair with love and light, happy to see us enjoying ourselves.

 

So talk to your spirit guides, who are always available. Talk to your deceased grandmother, whom you loved so much, or your best friend, who always stood by you. Even your deceased pets pop in and out. Whether you talk out loud (which in itself is very therapeutic) or silently, start the conversation and bare your soul of your fears, concerns, problematic issues etc. You will be heard. Then watch and listen mindfully for healing, guiding signs that come your way. Rest assured they will..... : )

 

 

Always Put Your Best Foot Forward...

Wow, what an amazing week I have experienced!

 

An ABC Open Producer from Gippsland, Victoria phoned me this week asking if one of my stories could possibly be featured on their radio station, to be aired Monday morning. I was pleased and very grateful, to say the least!

 

Again, I have been reassured of my beliefs....

Once I made the definite decision to follow my heart and commit myself to creative writing a few months ago, I have experienced so much joy and growth, with opportunities and new ideas surfacing at a fast pace. I ceased contemplating and making one excuse after the other, to finally follow my gut feeling. No more clumsily fluffing around!

Since I have dived into writing, I have found myself having a spring in my step. The reason being, I am pursuing what makes my heart sing. This is what life is all about! I love making time (when I can) to sit down with the laptop, either inside in the warmth looking out on a winter's day or outside in the beautiful sunshine with nature's orchestral performance in the background, while my furry companion, Ginge (my young cat) sits by my side, contently curled up, (although sometimes he likes to add his input too, as he occasionally, playfully strolls across the keyboard).

It's so easy to jump in and give your all to an activity, when it is pure enjoyment. Time passes so quickly, yet you find yourself in your own centred world, completely engrossed and basking in each moment as it happens. You portray a lightness about you. A blissful lightness. One that opens you up to receiving endless, often wonderfully surprising, possibilities and opportunities – without any effort on your part except to notice them. This is what I am experiencing presently, and it's such a fantastic feeling. Rewards come when I purposely give my very best (so easy to achieve when I'm loving what I do), and then I let go, without expectations. I trust that life will meet me half way and the right doors will open.......and they always do! I have tested this theory time and time again and it never fails.

However it's not just activities that are enjoyable. For example, you may be employed in a position you dislike where you struggle to get out of bed and front up each day to take on your '​dreaded​' responsibilities. If you arrive dragging your feet and wishing the hours away until the end of the working day, while wingeing and moaning under your breath (or worse still to your colleagues), you do, under no circumstances, have a 'lightness' about you – and you will block the doors around you from opening. In fact, your job will continue to worsen, due to your own thoughts.

If you change your energy and tackle this work with the attitude that you will attempt to do your best to complete what's required of you (and maybe even a little extra) while you are employed in your unsuitable position, and you keep your ears and eyes open for a new employment opportunity during the process (with patience), I guarantee you, the appropriate doors will be much more visible when the time is right than you dragging your feet.

It makes no difference whether you clean toilets for a living or you are the director of a multi million dollar company. It's not what you do, it's how you do it! A positive, uplifting attitude will see you grow and blossom, while a negative attitude will keep you stuck and ungrounded.

This is something I have experienced myself in the past....and feeling stuck and ungrounded is definitely not something I enjoy!　

So, back to the beginning....

Since I commenced writing (and dare I say, bravely followed my heart), I initially researched and found a website, which invites guest writers to contribute. This was the beginning of my journey to put myself out there and introduce my (newly found) creativity to the outside world.

Then I let go and allowed 'life's dominoes' to take their course. Approximately one month later, I excitedly happened to meet a girlfriend I had not seen in years, who mentioned the ABC Open website in conversation, stating contributors are encouraged to write about the interesting, monthly topics offered. This too I explored and three of my pieces were published and two were featured on the ABC Open radio station, much to my delight.

One of those pieces was extremely dear to my heart, as I wrote about our beautiful cat, Oscar, who had been euthanized, due to suffering secondary illness after being diagnosed with Cat Aids. Not only did ABC Open assist me to spread FIV awareness to a greater audience, I also wrote a booklet about FIV, which Oscar's vet now stocks to spread awareness and education. This project was very meaningful, took a lot of work to complete and gave me a bitter sweet sense of achievement (not to mention it was extremely therapeutic to write).

I then happened to bump into the manager of a local community centre, who encouraged me to contribute to their monthly newsletter. So far two of my pieces have been published.

...and it was only today, while I was in our little town's general store, a lovely lady told me about yet another radio station that welcomes stories to be aired on the radio.....and so it goes on. A new door opens regularly, without any force. I concentrate on putting my best foot forward and life complies....It's truly amazing.

So, whatever it is you are involved in, whether it sits well with you or not, always do your best. Time does not stand still and is ever evolving, meaning if you are experiencing discontentment, it will pass. I've always found it amazing to think that each moment will never be again! Stand tall and own your personal power, keeping positive and aware of opportunities that present themselves. If you have dug yourself into an emotional hole, you will miss them. Worse still, you will not have enough faith in yourself to follow them through.

Explore what makes your heart sing and go for it. It may mean you need to complete a course, or improve your time management to fit your desired activity into your lifestyle, or any other changes that may present, but do it. Life is short, so don't waste a second. You are more than capable of making your dreams come true. I'm behind you all the way : )

 

 

　

P.S Do yourself a favor if you love to write. Google ABC Open Projects. It's a wonderful site and Australia wide. Who knows where it may lead!

 

 

A Timeless Mind....

I find it fascinating, the older I become, how increasingly clouded my perception is of younger peoples' ages. I sometimes think, when I am on the road, the driver in the vehicle behind me doesn't actually look old enough to own a car licence! Or not long ago I was in a high school gymnasium after school hours, trying to work out which switches turn on the lights I needed to prepare for a taekwon-do class. A young man happened to pass me in the corridor, whom I stopped and asked if he attended this school and possibly knew his way around the switch board? He nodded yes, as he found the appropriate lights, and then proceeded to let me know he taught in this school, with a puzzled look, questioning my comprehension. He had every right, as I honestly believed he was a student, which I quickly attempted to hide, feeling completely embarrassed that I even thought that!

I've often pondered over how quickly life happens. It doesn't seem that long ago I was celebrating my 21^st birthday, travelled and lived overseas, met the love of my life etc. So many memories, that seem like only yesterday, yet the years have flown by at great speed. The interesting thing is, my body may not bounce as well as it once did, however I still 'think' like I'm in my twenties, (hopefully with a little more wisdom thrown in)! I mean, how am I supposed to think in my forties? Or how should I think in my fifties, or even seventies? I've often wondered that!

I have nursed in aged care facilities in the past and have had the privilege of meeting some wonderful, elderly people, with whom I've shared many engrossing conversations. They graciously opened up and gave me a glimpse of their extraordinary lives. These people were fortunate to still have all their faculties about them, except their bodies had grown older at a quicker rate than their minds. Sadly, some were palliative, due to terminal illnesses, and I was honored to have the opportunity to care for them. Usually it was during the night shifts, when peace wasn't their friend, that I found more time to engage in meaningful conversations. Each person had amazing and interesting life journeys to tell and once they began to disclose, the age gap between us dissolved. We were just two people having a raw, philosophical conversation about life. It was very special.

I would sometimes embarrassingly observe how some care staff would talk to these people as if they were young children, almost belittling or talking down to them. I would make a point, in private, of suggesting to the staff member to imagine, for just a second, the roles were reversed and they were in the elderly person's shoes. How would they want to be treated? Aren't we all equal worth and deserve the same respect, regardless of age? As a matter of fact, these elderly souls have lived through so much more than us and can, no doubt, teach us a thing or two! We just need to take the time to listen.

So, if I am engaging with a group of young people, I wonder how they perceive me? Do they think I'm old and wouldn't understand 'their world'? Or rightly so, am I now classed as old within our community? I've realised I have no self concept of age. I'm just me! I don't know if I look old, or act old or how I portray myself to the outside world. However, it really has no importance anyway!

I'm just me and I am happy being 'just me', and I will endeavour to grow old gracefully, continuing with my 'twenties' thoughts. I have no desire to compete with anyone (but myself), nor do I wish to indulge in any available, physical (expensive) assistance to attempt to look younger than I am. I love my character lines, in fact I'm proud of them. They're a part of my journey and remind me every day of the wonderful times I have been privileged to experience. I am actually very thankful that I have made it to this age! Sadly, many haven't.

I am who I am and this sits comfortably with me, as I am unique.....just as you are.