Reflections...

I haven't written a blog for a long time now. I used to write regularly, but with one thing and another I stopped finding the time. It's easy to make excuses, give reasons. Ultimately, if we really want to do something, we will find the time.  I recently had an energy treatment with a dear friend of mine, and one of the things that came from it was a reminder to reconnect with writing when I am inspired to. So this is the beginning (or continuation of) ...

A couple of years ago I was invited to a wedding. I wasn’t sure what to wear, I’ve never really been one for dressing up. The last wedding I’d been to I had decided to go for it and bought a dress. That dress was long gone, and I knew I’d probably never wear a dress or skirt ever again. In the event I wore a smart navy jacket with navy trousers and a white shirt, so it looked a bit like a suit I suppose. I was also wearing my flat navy suede cowboy boots - me and heels just don’t go! I think it was the first time I had got dressed up and really felt like me. When I was younger, I would feel intimidated or unfeminine compared to the girly women who were done up with beautiful dresses, their hair and make up perfect. I think I was the only woman at the wedding who wasn’t wearing a dress or skirt. I felt happy in my own skin, and it’s taken me years to get to this point. What was interesting, and also lovely, was that I had more compliments that day about how I looked than I had had i...

Its wings are soft against the air. The flowers and trees, the birds and sky are all there to discover, but as the butterfly lifts gently towards the sky, something is stopping it, an invisible barrier. The window is partially opened and as the butterfly tries to move forward, still its wings stall against that invisibility. Once the window is opened fully, the butterfly is free, soaring up towards the cobalt blue sky, painted gently with soft white clouds. Feeling the air under its wings, the butterfly can now soar to wherever its wings will take it.

I was sitting in the garden the other day, and there was a hover fly flying by my knee. The wings were moving so fast I couldn't see them, I could only see the body of the fly until it landed. It made me think, just because we can't see things, doesn't mean they're not there...

I recently watched a film called Click with Adam Sandler.  He plays a character called Michael who is a hard working architect who is given a universal remote control, which he discovers works on his life!  He realizes he can pause events, mute and fast forward them... At first, it seems like a great idea, but soon he realises he is missing out on whole chunks of his life. In no time, he's getting towards the end of his life and he's missed out on his children growing up, his marriage is over and he discovers his Dad died some time ago.  When he goes back to observe the time when he last saw his Dad he is so preoccupied with work that he doesn't even look at his Dad when he says "I love you". I found it really moving... As with many stories over the years, Michael gets another chance, and I love it when he rushes into his parents' room and jumps on their bed and tells them he loves them.  I think it's always timely to be reminded about what is im...

I went to a wonderful talk given by Elsie Spittle, a beautiful lady who was a friend of Syd Banks and shares the insights of the three principles. The feeling in the room was so beautiful, I felt as though I'd been sprinkled with fairy dust! Elsie is so gentle and I loved being in her presence. I don't find it that easy to explain, but I felt really connected and a sense of belonging... I find it's very easy to get distracted and caught up with things, but the more I can play in this space, the more I experience this lovely feeling, and moments like this are like coming home...