Just shy of four in the morn, gently nudged into consciousness, eyelids fused together. Why on earth am I awake? “I have an offering, a gift from the Universe. Don’t you want it?” Bleary-eyed, and somewhat disappointed at being woken from slumber, I pondered the question. Well, I am …
Beginning the day with gratitude As birds chirp their morning song, the suns golden rays start their dance across our part of the world. The day begins, waiting for us to awaken. This is the perfect time to express gratitude. For me, it starts with my alarm if I have …
What glorious warm weather we had Friday afternoon for an impromptu outing on a winter’s day. It was much akin to that of a warm and sunny spring day. I was relishing the warmth and sunshine as it really lifts my spirits. There was a forecast for rain for the …
Recently I had the revelation that my mind is both my best friend and worst enemy rolled into one. It was a couple of weeks ago on the return journey from a mini-break away with one of my closest best friends. Prior to this getaway, I had been feeling very …
As much as most have heard the cliché that when you are undertaking what you have a passion about, it is not work, I have to reiterate it right here, that it is so very true. When you are immensely enjoying what you are doing, time flies by in the …
I recently came across the following excerpt from a journal entry I had written quite some years back. “Sometimes, just sometimes, I am over it. I mean, really over it! Over the relentless chronic pain that invades my body. Over the consuming fatigue that floods my body. Over the mental …
There is a line in one of my favourite songs by the music group Lady Antebellum which a very dear friend introduced me to some years ago. It goes ‘I would rather hurt than feel nothing at all’. This could not be more true a statement for me. I have …
In some ways it is hard to believe it is a week since I have been able to write anything for my blog. I reflect on that day I last wrote as a very happily productive one that involved creativity and tasks ticked off my to-do list. Then life happened …
I am only able to remember two of my great-grandparents; my dad’s maternal grandmother, Nanna Reeves and my mum’s maternal grandmother, Nanna Fletcher. Pop Fletcher was still alive when I was born but passed away whilst I was still an infant and Nanna Reeve’s was married twice, firstly to my …
I am a weird place where I long to write yet my ideas I forget if I don’t note them down straight away or they are just not coming to me at all. Perhaps this is my body’s way of protecting my brain – yep, I do have one folks …
