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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, 28 February 2013

Washing up Bee Gees style


Last night hubby was singing to our 18 year old son about washing up to the Bee Gees - Staying Alive. It did eventually get a smile from him at his father's crazy dancing and singing.

Saturday, 23 February 2013

What do you REALLY REALLY want?

What do you REALLY REALLY want?

This question has been plaguing me quite a bit these last six months. I don’t really know as I have so many options facing me.

Blimmin’ indecision…

When I look at each option I feel a flush of - ‘yeah that’s it!’ and then the doubts set in.

The problem is that each one seems so very far apart from each other. I think I might have written about this before. It is as though I am supposed to do ALL of it despite the seemingly vast difference. And yet are they?

Everything in our lives and past lives are coming together for this specific time when things are changing. Each life might have been incredibly different from another for a very good reason. It makes us 'all-rounders' with vast amounts of experience and understandings.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Friday, 15 February 2013

To hell and back...

We celebrated 26 years of marriage yesterday. I can’t quite get my head around that figure. It doesn’t mean anything to me…it is merely a number.
Rather when I think about all we have been through, it is then that it makes sense and I can relate.

Valentine’s Day - to us it is a Day of Love rather than the commercialisation seen. It is a yearly celebration of the day when we declared our love for each other as witnessed by others. 

I have no idea why we settled on this day as the day of the exchange of vows. The numerology of that date equates to a 5 (the party number and one of change - oh my, how much changing and partying we have been through and done), although at the time I did not know anything about all of this metaphysical stuff.

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Bridging the gap and the illusion

For years I could never figure out how meditation and sexuality fit together. 

Despite the practice of tantra, I could never quite ‘get it’. I knew much intellectually, but when it came to the true understanding from within, it wasn’t there. It simply confused me. How could I incorporate sex into meditation? How do we get from the BEing into the DOing without there being a definite line created when moving from one to the other?

It didn’t trouble me too much as I knew when the time was right I would find the answer. In the meantime I continued to experience them as two separate states. This may seem rather contradictory…but in spite of this, I still entered an altered state during love making. The separation and misunderstanding came from the mind which did not believe I could possibly be in both states at the same time whereas my body knew what was going on. There was no harmony.

Friday, 8 February 2013

Day of busy-ness


As I have had a long week of night, day and twilight shifts, hubby briefly told me this morning to make sure I catch up on my sleep today, coz tomorrow is going to be a hectic day celebrating my birth-day.

Won't tell me what we are doing :-) Love surprises!

Sunday, 3 February 2013

The pure joy and excitement of being in love

The pure joy and excitement of being in love with...

Joy, love and happiness when truly felt within, creates more love, joy and happiness. I can feel it underneath, even when in the middle of clearing my stuff. It sustains me and gives me faith to trust that eventually all will be well.

This afternoon when I came stumbling downstairs (I'd worked last night) I discovered that hubby had once again replenished the daffodils in all the vases. I'd been meaning to do so but kept forgetting. It was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. Such a simple act of giving had the gratitude and joy burst forth from my heart washing away the last of the dregs of negative feelings.