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.
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Thursday, 19 March 2015
State of flux
The noun flux describes something that constantly changes.
On the spur of the moment, two weeks ago, our daughter decided she wanted to visit from Australia. She arrived on Sunday, not having been back since she left on a gap year in 2010. She'd always intended to return, but it seems this was not in store for her.
Whilst there she met and fell in love with an Australian who had returned back to Australia, after spending a two year gap year in the UK. Strangely enough (or maybe not) he had lived in the next village from us. So, she then applied for her second gap year.
They knew they wanted to be together and had a choice. Either apply for a spouse visa for her in Australia or return to the UK and apply for a spouse visa for him.
The clincher was that Oz only required that they be together for one year whereas the UK required two years.
So she stayed, became an Australian and we visited regularly.
But lately she has had a yearning to return to the UK. Her partner loved it out here and said that if he'd been able to, he would have stayed. Besides visiting, she is doing a recce to find out whether this is really where she should be or if it is a fantasy that has grown in her head.
She tells me that it was always there and she suppressed it, determined to stick it out. It seems the cry to be back has grown stronger and stronger until she could no longer ignore it.
Time will tell whether this is merely a need for closure or if it is something else entirely.
Haha...yikes! Um...okay...now I wonder if maybe this is why the door has not quite opened for us to emigrate to Oz?