on making decisions

oh, my track record sucks! I tend towards being impetuous and spontaneous a lot of the time. it is sometimes annoying both for myself and others. I can change a plan in a heartbeat, which can be either a strength or a weakness

but when it comes to making a decision that will alter my life in a significant way, I can mull, long and hard ….whether to stay in my marriage or not took me about 14 years longer than it should have done. I took my children into consideration and believed they would benefit in some way if I stayed – and they did, to a degree. but the sacrifice of my self in the process was perhaps not my finest years.

I stayed in a job many years longer than was necessary, too. I have spent many years thinking about the reasons behind my hesitance about leaving jobs and relationships, and never really understanding it. I can use a lot of logic to explain it all, but I recognise that I have difficulty in moving from one thing to another. It extends to standing on the shore, or at the poolside – changing from fresh air on my body, to the possible cold water in front of me has also seen me stuck for what seems like aeons but is usually only minutes

what can I learn from this, though? I need to learn something because currently I am sitting quietly while I wait for a change in my money-earning situation. and that is okay for as long as it feels okay – but I definitely feel that something is stirring, that things have to change soon, and that it is up to me to do the changing. and therein lies the rub – I clearly resist change! a tad bizarre if one takes into account my deep desire for constant change – I have often related that my furniture gets dizzy being moved from pillar to post. oh my word, a psychologist would have a field day with me. I resist and I love and embrace change – it merely depends on what sort of change it is.

okay – to unpack this – the furniture moves regularly as a way of taking control of my surroundings and comes from a place of thinking ‘ I can make this look / work / feel better’. I am very sensitive to my surroundings, and as I age, I see it more and more. The things I avoid touching or noticing – averting my eyes from that which does not appeal to me

I have to laugh – I usually write, edit and publish. this is the first time I have created a draft of a post, and I have no way of deciding how to say what I am trying to say – I am not sure I even know where this is going – except, I am going to publish it. It is such a beautiful visual reminder for me to read in a year or so, seeing how I am struggling with the decision about this almost meaningless post! I cannot decide …and that is the long and the short of it.

I am however, deciding to publish and then get on with the subject that I feel needs to be written, for my own mental wellbeing…..so – publish, and click on write …and off I go! bye for now


I am …changing my story

You were about to be blessed with a sad tale of how frustrated I feel …about a few things, but very important things, life changing things …..but


it cannot be my story forever – and the more attention I give to these things, the worse they seem

so I shall share with you some of the things that are working well for me

I am relatively healthy. I take no chronic medication as many of my peers do

I am dealing with my level of fitness. I have joined a gym and am currently only joining in the aqua classes, but it is a start and I am proud of the effort I am making

I am always willing to learn new things. currently I am signing up for some alternative health practice training and also courses that will improve my photography – there is much room for improvement!

I am kind and generous. I see kindness and generosity in others and as many of us know, if you’ve got it, you spot it

I am in awe of how much I have faced in the past few years. I am also looking forward to feeling the healing of all those wounds. the healing is happening, slowly but surely – heard about the tortoise and the hare? slowly can still be a winner

I am in love with my nearest and dearest. very much so. I literally do give them as much as I can, perhaps too much at times, but I am okay with that. too much is a judgment call, and who needs those?

I am aware (which is a good thing, right?) of how my hesitance about some things holds me back. and since I am aware of it, I can change it. I can dig deep and find the courage to face things, so the awareness and being awake to the stumbling block will help me to overcome it


every day, in every way, things are going better and better

always look on the bright side of life

the glass is half full – with stuff – and half empty – with life giving oxygen ….so it’s all good in my glass

I came to the room to heal the room …there is nothing else

I came to the planet for a reason, and whether I am aware of it or not, I guess I am doing okay. No-one told me it would be easy. No-one told me it would be difficult. It all just is ….

if things were meant to be different, they would be.

and when things are different, when things are the way I truly pray they will be, when things feels more at peace in my soul, I am not going to have more fun….fun is a distraction from peace and tranquility of the soul. all that will change is the sense of peace when I awake each morning …

all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well ….


on limitations

argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they’re yours!

one of my favourite lines in Illusions written by Richard Bach.

honestly, pretty much every line in that book is my favourite. I got the book in 1979 and I think I have read it once or twice each year since then. and I shall continue to read it, because I find it so inspirational, and it was the book that changed my life in some way. it awoke me to what I had always known deep inside but had never explored or verbalised. I was raised in a situation that tended towards superficiality. my parents loved and cared deeply about many things and many people, but we skimmed over anything with depth. we argued for our limitations, and sure enough …..

as the years plod along, there is part of me that is buying into the idea of age. old age. age that limits one physically and mentally. it is not true, but oh my goodness, it is part of a huge mass consciousness that is a challenge to disregard

earlier, I was trying rather inexpertly to cut back a lot of overhanging growth that surrounds the entrance path to the house. it makes me feel unwelcome when I get out of my car and leaves me feeling that I have to duck my head on the way onto the property. it limits me. it limits my sense of expansiveness and space in which to grow and breathe freely

of course, it doesn’t really do that. I just feel that way. it doesn’t seem to bother others who approach the house, so perhaps I could learn to ignore it. or I can find the unlimited part of me that can deal with it – either physically or mentally

how I wished I was the stronger, more adept me from my past. the younger me who was more fearless. the one who would have climbed the ladder and wielded the saw. the bravado that comes with a youthful body is magnificent. I like to think that I restrain myself from a sense of wisdom, knowing what the consequences of falling off the ladder could mean in the long term. but that is not the truth. it is not the wisdom that holds me back. it is a myriad of limiting beliefs that I hold, and I sincerely trust that I can rid myself of them

I know that I believe that I have some limitations.

not only physical.

not only mental.

not only emotional.

I also know that every single limitation I can dream up has an unlimited counterpart. I can employ others to do what I cannot physically do. I can continue to get fitter and more flexible and more capable. and I can stop being concerned about the choices I am making based on my currently less able body. I can pat myself on the back for even attempting to fix the problem. I can remind myself of how many things I can manage without batting an eyelid. I can bear in mind that not everyone on the planet has the same skill set, and my particular skillset is unique, and I can list a thousand things that I can do

my most limiting belief has been that ‘if it is to be – it is up to me’

I took that literally!

the sentence, for me, is not complete until I can say – if it is to be, it is up to me (and perhaps others with their resources, too) to find the way to make it happen…


together, we do it


the gift of loss

I choose not to bore you with the details right now – but this past year (read decade) has left me with some interesting scars, and it has slowly dawned on me that there is a level of traumatic stress in me – whether I am ‘post’ this trauma or still in it to some degree, I don’t know.

I have self diagnosed – but I think it is fair to say that one doesn’t need a fancy piece of paper in a frame on the wall to be able to diagnose a form of mental and emotional well-being or lack thereof – one merely needs to live it or observe it to know

how to heal? oh my word – there are a myriad of ways
medication (let’s face it – that is not exactly healing – it is merely a reduction or masking of the pain or a changing of the chemical balance in your body)

body stress release, EFT

meditation, mindfulness

I have used pretty much all the options available for different reasons over the years, and I know that each one has its place

I believe that the best way to heal from any sort of trauma ..things like the following

-loss of loved ones – through death or otherwise

-loss of stuff that is meaningful to you

-incidents that shake you to the core – unsettling loads of your beliefs and the ideas that supported you in the past

is to resolve the relationship you have with the person or the event by making a list of what you GAINED by your loss

when a parent or other loved one leaves – in whatever manner they leave – death or separation – we spend time thinking about them – and what I find most helpful is to remember the ways in which they made my life lovely. their sense of humour. the cakes they baked. their funny giggle. the way their eyes twinkled. their fear of spiders or butterflies. their innate sense of knowing when to reach out to me … those things are the bits of information I want to keep – rather than the deep sense of loss and feeling that my life is not as valuable now that they are not here to validate me..

the loss of a home – again, in whatever manner – fire, divorce, relocation….the memories of good times there, the realisation that because of this loss, I can choose more wisely or even more wildly and out of the box next time – far fewer possessions because when there is too much – you no longer own it – it owns you! a new different home with a different view – different wildlife in the area, hence different natural sounds outside …there are many things to be joyful about, if we take the trouble to check

none of this says you didn’t have something that is now gone. it is not a denial of the heartache and trauma

what it says is – this is a new day and I get to choose how I see it and what I do with it

I get my power back in this way. I can invest my energy each day into thinking about what I have and the blessings it brings or I can focus on feeling sad and miserable and bereft by thinking of what no longer is in my daily life

I choose the gifts. I love gifts. I love the way they make me feel – the anticipation before it is unwrapped – the millions of thought whizzing in my head …do I know what it is? will I love it? is it just what I wanted? oh, the anticipation

and if I love physical gifts at birthdays and holiday, then surely I am going to love gifts from my past experiences?  for me its like holding the years gone by in soft sparkling light, rather than looking back and seeing gloomy stuff, painful stuff – and I know for sure that the lighter stuff supports my new day in a way that pleases me

look for your gifts, is my advice – you may be pleasantly surprised to see how many you have

they cost nothing other than some moments of your attention

for me – every second spent listing my gifts from the past are worth it

if you have never tried this tactic before – give it a go – you really have nothing to lose


on Rest in Peace

I saw some posts on social media today about the passing of a well known singer. and each one said RIP or similar sentiments

where does this come from? why do we wish people a peaceful rest? what about an exciting, fun filled, busy time – socialising with all the others out there? zooming from one universe to the next, one dimension to another?

please be kind – when I pop my clogs – if you have to wish me anything at all – please let it be the most fun, the most gentle, the most learning and most loving time


thank you


and rest in peace if you want – but it’s not my hearts desire

on procrastination

oh stop it – for goodness sake, stop it! yes  you! the one who is typing – slowly, I may add, since you did a typing test a few minutes ago as your last escape into procrastination!

just stop it – stop what you know is hurting you deep down into the very core of you! stop it – get real – you are hiding away from things, using everything in your life as a reason for not moving forward! you are exhausting yourself over absolutely nothing at all – and who does this serve?

certainly not you! it’s time. Alibumps, to get onto the whirlwind ride that is life, hang onto it with both hands and probably both feet two – stop playing safe in the doldrums – because for sure the doldrums is not where you want to see out this lifetime – what a terrible waste it would be, to have spent so much time learning things, yearning to share them, and then just…nothing ….seriously – I thought you were better than that! I KNOW you are better than that – see…as you are typing you are claiming back the glory that is your birthright – your hands are heating up to remind you that energy flows through you from the Cleverness up there – all that heat is for your healing – and for the healing of others – so get to it – NO FUNKING EXCUSES ANY MORE!!

go – be that glorious person – go – be – do ….all that is necessary for that feeling of fulfilment …go! I don’t want to see you back here again until you’ve achieved one thing



on feeling out of sorts

one day I may know why I get these periods of feeling out of step with everything, including me

I went to work today, had a few moments of rest at the river side and home for a cup of coffee. enjoyed a shower and now, sitting down to do some work, I feel slightly odd.

hmm I remember feeling as if I was downloading information earlier – that dizzy feeling I get when things shift, so that’s probably it…me coming to terms with the New

ah well …all is well…..