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Ramblings about life . . .

What I share about my life is simply to help reinforce the understanding that it is possible to live with love and laughter, in between the tough times.

Life is what we make of it, no matter how harrowing. We accept and embody this with-in ourselves, thereby allowing the energy to manifest outwardly in our reality.

It starts with each one of us as an individual to form the collective consciousness.

Be the dream.

We honour the light and the life within you.

Please be aware - I upload other bloggers' posts and then delete after a month. This is my journey and others help me understand where I am, until they become irrelevant (a few posts excepted).

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Effortless living

Funny how things land in your lap when you least expect them… When things are right for you…there is no effort.

Now as I look back over my life I realise that when I needed to move on, the door simply opened and making the change was effortless. It’s the lead up to the effortless change over that is a bit of grumble pie…and then when it’s all over I wonder what the grumble was actually about. Perceptions, eh?

There have been so many occasions that this has happened, I cannot even remember all of them. Some stick out more than others.

Like when I was approached by Breast Cancer Care to do their meditation workshops. I have no idea where they found my details. When I asked the woman who set them up, she was very evasive and vague. Hmm…

Every job I’ve ever had simply arrived…but only once I’d closed one door…which is always difficult.

I’ve been in the public eye quite a few times at a young age in photo shoots and then in later years on video.

My very first foray into being on TV happened at the age of 3 or 4 when we lived in Zambia. I went ‘wandering’…walked out of the garden and simply wandered around the neighbourhood – must have been following the fairies or something - until someone saw me and asked where my mother was. He worked at the TV station and so decided to take me with him to work and broadcast me over the TV asking for the parents of the ‘lost child’.

Meanwhile my frantic mother was searching for me. Anyways…the story goes that someone recognised me and contacted my parents and they came to fetch me.

I appeared on TV once again in Zimbabwe in a kids program…can’t remember much about it.

Then modelling photo shoots for magazines and my debutante ball in Namibia.

Our cat, caught in an attic for 7 weeks in a neighbour’s house, was freed by firemen. It was a whole palaver because they had to get hold of a special tiny ‘seeing’ eye camera which they fed into the false ceiling to try and find him before they ripped up the ceiling.

We’d seen the fire brigade but didn’t think much of it…until a friend phoned me a few mornings later to say my cat was in the newspaper and they were looking for his owner. Yep it was him, he’d been missing for 7 weeks and all that time he was living down the road in the false floor of someone’s attic. Silly boy managed to squeeze in through a hole and couldn’t get out.

Once again TV cameras and newspaper interviews.

When the Sleep Disorder Centre moved to their new premises in 2007, through a series of synchronicities, I landed up being the technician who was interviewed by the BBC about the centre. Don’t ask me how it happened, it just did…I didn’t volunteer.

There have been a few since then but I’ve ducked out and steered clear of it…until today.

A few weeks ago an email went around work asking for a volunteer from the sleep technicians to ‘wire up’ a patient for a video that the hospital wants to put onto its website. I ignored it…leave it to someone else to do…except I got a text this afternoon saying that the photographic department of the hospital will be in tomorrow morning at 9.30 and they are going to film me, is that okay?

Huh? There are technicians in every day...why not Monday or Tuesday or today?

Anyways, not being one to shy away from what the universe sends…I’ve said yes it’s okay.

*sigh* suppose I have to make sure my uniform is very white and ironed and my hair is perfect…hehe…or of course I could just appear with my wild mop :-)

I’m trying not to think too much about the fact that me and my ‘mug’ will be permanently on the hospital website…until they decide to take it down and put something else in its place.

So here I am representing the Sleep Disorder Centre, once again. Nothing like being a pin-up girl for a hospital, eh? :-)

Ya think I might have a deeply hidden desire to be a limelight hog that keeps manifesting itself?


sisteroflight said...

But just think, your beautiful light will shine out and hit and affect so many people coming onto the website. I always notice the difference you make on LW when you've posted, it's like you anchor that lovely light of the divine feminine we carry there :)

Karen-Pallas said...

Ah, Sue sweetheart
Thank you for the timely reminder...yes indeed that is so obviously the purpose.
I should have thought of that instead of whinging :-)
Hugs of gratitude