I’ve spent a lifetime subscribing to the “feel the fear and do it anyway” mantra, now so ingrained in my psyche after Susan Jeffers’ first published a book by this name back in 1987. I even bought a copy of that book in the 1990’s but, if I read it, I absorbed only what I was able to hear at the time, unable to see certain truths about myself at that point.

Another quote by Susan Jeffers that I read today tells me I definitely missed the deeper meaning. She said “the less you need someone’s approval, the more you are able to love them”. Now I realise it’s a quote about having a healthy sense of self esteem and being able to communicate my boundaries with ease.

Back then I had no clue what a personal boundary was, I’d never been allowed them in the traditional do as I say upbringing. All I would have taken from that quote would have been a further affirmation that I needed to do what I must to ensure I was not reliant upon anyone else’s approval. That meant becoming highly independent, self reliant and extremely resourceful. 

Having decided no one was ever going to intimidate me, I grew into a woman who was fiercely independent and who spoke truth to those in any kind of perceived hierarchical power. Given this, I would not immediately resonate with a fear of speaking my truth.

Yet alongside my speaking truth to power persona, sat a hypersensitivity to how others feel. This resulted in a temperament that was outwardly confident, aggressive if pushed, yet full of internal anxiety.

Being hypersensitive to others’ emotions, I am fully aware of the huge spectrum of emotions felt and expressed, but it was Gary Zukov who first introduced the idea to me that there are only two types of emotion, those based in love and those based in fear.
 
As Kryssie Thomas says in Fear and Love are the Only 2 Emotions You Have to Work With “Love is what we were born knowing, feeling and expressing, fear is what we are taught and learn from outside sources.”
 
This simplification helped me to see that fear was something I have felt in many different ways in my life; I am certainly no stranger to stress, anxiety and tension.
 
Currently I’m learning to calmly and confidently express my thoughts, feelings, needs, desires and ideas with a newfound awareness of the need to speak my truth and express my personal boundaries upstream (rather than downstream when they’ve already been crossed).

Having had a heavy conversation with someone this week in an attempt to practice this, I was aware that my neck was extremely tense and sore afterwards. I sat in silence and closed my eyes to inwardly observe the pain I was feeling, it is the kind of pain caused by the muscles on either side on my neck really tightening up. I was curious to see what it had to teach me.

From an energetic standpoint, the neck sits in the area of the throat chakra, and one of the things that can cause a blockage in that area is a fear of speaking.

The heavy conversation I had just had was with my partner. Over the course of this year, between him being incapacitated for a while after breaking his leg and then having had the COVID19 lockdown, our relationship has had a thorough spring clean and is in pretty good shape.
 
Given this, and my newfound awareness of the need to speak my truth, I felt it was time to tackle a few of the niggly things that come up now and again.
 
This was not an ultimatum type conversation, nor was there anything that was in current contention, so there was nothing obvious that would make this conversation heavy. That was the part that made it curious, why did I experience such a high level of anxiety about speaking my truth?
 
Of course I recognise my own childhood patterns, I know that – like all kids who are literally dependant on others for their survival - this is where it has its roots. But I am no longer that child, I now have the choice to live in ways that continue to suppress me, or to act differently.
 
I’ll put it simply, I felt vulnerable, and – in a way – I did feel as though my life (as I know it) was in danger. It triggered my flight or fight response as I struggled to stay present in the conversation when it was taking place, rather than descending into defense mode.
 
On the face of it, our relationship is one that could be described as healthily interdependent. Our roles and responsibilities allow each of us to contribute our gifts and to fulfil our roles in a mutually satisfying way and to the benefit of our family.

But it’s also kind of scary to a person like me who is fiercely independent. That reliance on another for my survival is what makes anything I or they might perceive as rocking the boat dangers waters for me.
 
Looking at that word survival, I’m not talking about physical life or death in this context, I know I’d survive. In fact, given my belief that everything that happens in my life happens for a reason, I even have faith that all would be well in the longer term.
 
In the short to medium term, however, the whole construct of our day to day life, including that of our children, would turn upside down if the relationship was to hit the rocks.
 
It is this that made the conversation heavy. It wasn’t about the topic at hand, it was the weight of the decision to step outside my lifetime pattern, to take a risk and speak my truth without it being fuelled by the anger and indignation of a boundary long overstepped.
 
Looking back on our conversation, I watched my partner’s body language change from easy and relaxed to the boat being rocked as I delved in and he endeavoured to take in what I was saying. As I replayed the scene in my mind afterward, I became aware of underlying tension in my body the moment I’d finished talking and awaited his reaction.
 
Of course, as I’ve said, this was not a make or break type conversation, and after he had time to process things, it later led to a useful and supportive discussion. This was the reward I was seeking and, as clunky as it might have been speaking my truth, my courage had paid dividends and led to more authenticity in our relationship.
 
But the space in the middle, the one in which I was observing my neck pain and he had gone about the rest of his day, processing what I’d said, I can now see was fraught with anxiety as I reflected on the wisdom of speaking my truth.
 
Now that I can see all of this so clearly, I can also see the many times in the past I’ve failed to speak my truth upfront in a situation and understand why my needs have not been honoured. Instead I’ve hinted at them or gone about expressing them indirectly, hoping the other person would get it, and getting angry when they did not.

The voices in my head that would keep me from expressing myself upfront were not explicitly voices of fear in the sense that I feared that person, but I most definitely feared their reaction. In a subconscious bid to gain their approval and maintain the relationship, I had never learned to assert my feelings, desires or needs in a healthy way.

This would apply in all relationships, personal, professional or transactional. My need to maintain calm on the surface would lead to turmoil beneath and sudden raging storms when it was all too much. In this way the other person could rarely hear me because my anger would trigger their flight or fight response and we would butt heads or they’d run scared.

It is not enough to feel the fear and do it anyway when it comes to speaking my truth, I have to identify what my truth is and cultivate the habit of expressing my views, needs and desires upfront – long before I get so angry that no one can hear me.

If you’ve spent your life putting others first and not wanting to rock the boat, perhaps it’s time to find the courage and figure out how to express what you want, think and need? Once we can each do that, we can live in authentic relationship with the people and world around us, something that creates a win-win for everyone.

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I’ve had a sense of bubbling euphoria this week as I’ve been moving through day to day life. It comes from some work I completed over the weekend that really helped me to crystallise where I am on my journey, with a definite sense that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

The journey to me has been a deliberate and painstaking pursuit, taken in small steps over a number of years. But I get the sense that the metaphoric dark night of the soul is drawing to an end, it is the dawning of a new day.

Along the way there has been a diverse range of literature and teachers whose work has provided much needed guidance, most of whom (if not all) have been mentioned in my weekly musings. I am nothing if not resourceful, and on each part of this rushing river downstream it has seemed that the right thing has appeared just at the right time to help me navigate whatever tumultuous waters I was in.

Claire Zammit’s work on self actualisation, the latest piece I’ve been diving into, ranks among my favourites for its ability to capture and and categorize (into eight distinct areas) what aspects of life one might have deeper yearnings for, not feel fulfilled and want to evolve in. Her work in recognising why this is the case and how to break through the barriers is well thought out; and a blessing for those of us who are really serious about realising our full potential in any area of life.

Being asked to talk about self awareness last week gave me the opportunity to review the stages of the journey. First there was a desire to develop and succeed in a more unconscious state, then there was an awakening to the bigger context of life. This illuminated the burdened state in which I was attempting to move through each day, so there then came the more deliberate reclamation of my authentic self.

Don’t get me wrong, do I think this is the end of my journey? Heck no, more of a breakthrough, moving onto the next chapter. It will be interesting though, each week as I sit down to write these and reflect on what I’ve learned, to see if and how the flavour changes.

So back to the breakthrough, it came from going through a 73-page document that Claire Zammit co-authored with Katherine Woodward Thomas; it goes through the twenty one self-limiting thought patterns that create our more burdened identities, outlining the common thoughts, beliefs, gifts and so on, that comes with each.

To be clear, I’m not saying you can just read this document and – whoosh – you’ll have the same epiphany. It’s possible, but bear in mind there are many roads to the same end, and each journey is unique. This happened to be the one that, for me, was the perfect tool given the culmination of everything I had experienced, read and learned to that point.

In fact, I’d been subconsciously searching for this list. Ever since I’d heard Teal Swan talk about Fragmentation, referring to the parts of us that fragment off in relation to our essential self. An example she gives, from memory, is about being brought up in a family where it wasn’t okay to express your anger, and how that might affect who you show up as in the world over the years; perhaps even to the extent that you become a person who doesn’t recognise you ever feel anger because it has become so denied, suppressed and disowned.

Anyway, in her various talks on the subject, Teal mentions that with each fragment we each split into many parts (she has seen as many as over eighty), with a minimum of twenty two. It struck me as a very specific number. So when Claire Zammit mentioned the twenty one thought patterns she had identified, I immediately connected the dots (21 parts plus the essential self being twenty two).

I have no idea if their lists are the same, but the point for me was this represented more of a totality of what could be at play within me. For the last few years I’ve been healing patterns that reveal themselves through whatever is triggering me in the moment, and it has served me well, but I was wanting a litmus test of how far through that dark night I was.

So I went through the 73-page document highlighting every single statement that resonated and looked at where the clusters were. What became very clear was that my two main themes were in relation to my own feelings, needs and desires and my uniqueness, calling and contribution. Specifically how to name them, assert them in a way that garners support and maintain a healthy balance between giving and receiving.

Having done a lot of work this year on healing my boundaries, and recognising my people pleasing and co-dependant tendencies, it made a great deal of sense to me that being able to fulfil my potential in the area of clearly and confidently expressing my thoughts, feelings, needs, desires, ideas and visions to others, has been a key step towards fulfilling my potential in terms of being able to recognise and contribute my gifts in ways that are meaningful and have a positive impact.

Knowing that I had already begun working on these things, I realised this was my sense check that the change in light was indeed the dawn of a new day and not an oncoming truck about to hit me square in the eyes. I also checked in with another lady I know, and who knows me well, whose chosen field is in helping people work through these barriers who affirmed I am well through the continuum.

What has made the most difference, in my little bubbling, euphoric state, is recognising how l feel when someone else around me is triggered. I was at lunch with some friends, one of whom gets really triggered on certain issues, and I accidentally stumbled into one of those particular topics. Even though she knew we were each well aware of the issues on both sides of the fence and hold the same vision, it was as though all the oxygen had been sucked out the room as a tirade ensued.

It was an amazing experience of having a mirror held up. I am no stranger to these tirades; I too have been a tirade queen on many issues that are important to me (just ask the kid’s school). What I have been able to see clearly now for a while though is that my anger is only spinning my wheels in the mud on any topic. Other people can’t hear me because my anger instinctively makes it unsafe for them, triggering those around me into flight, fight, freeze or fold.

Also, what lay at the heart of my anger was something else entirely, in my case it was the childhood pain of my opinion not mattering, among other things, and I came out fighting, determined no one would put me in the corner again. It was that I had to work through so that I could begin to communicate more clearly and calmly.

Claire’s core message in unlocking our potential is:

• You absolutely cannot fulfil your potential if you have inner blocks or barriers (like my anger, for other examples look at How to Live in Conscious Self Awareness in the World)
• But you don’t need to be perfect... to create a breakthrough you only need to break the biggest pattern standing in the way of the main area you’re yearning for (for example, purpose and calling, but there is a free questionnaire in here that will help you identify yours) and this will start a chain reaction.

My bubbling euphoria isn’t because I feel entirely clear of my past, it’s because I’ve now got awareness of and am working on the biggest pattern that has been standing in my way. As I recognise and work to integrate those parts of me I’d denied, I can feel a seismic shift in my own energy as it starts to orientate itself towards the very thing I’ve been yearning for, my contribution and calling.

Do you feel a deep yearning for something more in your life, an elusive potential within? Perhaps you’d like to more clearly express your authentic self? Or contribute your gifts to others in ways that are meaningful and have a positive impact? Or feel safe, valued and supported in your romantic relationships to become the best version of yourself? Or feel you have all the resources you need to thrive? Or feel connected to your creative expression? Or to your deeper knowing? Or feel energized, well, healthy, at peace and at home in your body? Or to make a difference in the lives of others?

I want all of these things, and what I’ve discovered is – while I need to recognise there’s work to do, and do it – I don’t need to be perfect to make a breakthrough, and neither do you, you just need to begin.

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This week I was I asked to talk to staff at an organisation about self awareness. Now the very definition of self awareness is conscious knowledge of one’s character and feelings, but I am using the phrase conscious self awareness here very deliberately.

I do believe most people have a modicum of self awareness, but when I think about the degree of my own self awareness, I can see that I was pretty unconscious of lots of aspects of myself in the many seasons of my life to this point, I can also see that my self awareness is still unfolding.

In hindsight there is a great divide between conscious awareness versus unconscious or subconscious. I was aware of myself in many basic ways, I was aware of myself as a physical entity, and I was aware of some of my character traits, values and beliefs. But I was almost completely identified with my thoughts, I was not aware of myself from many other perspectives – including a more conscious awareness of myself.

The process of conscious awareness really began in the kind of self development work that has become common in many corporate type workplaces; the aim was to understand my traits, styles and preferences. This was in search of career and personal success.

As I began to understand myself more in relation to others, I realised I couldn’t just be categorized neatly into a personality style or a Myers Briggs profile, and my personal inquiry moved into more probing questions like:

What is it like to work for me? Have me work for you?
What is it like to have me as a customer?
What is it actually like to live in close quarters with me?
What is it like to share responsibilities with me?
What is it like to have me as a mum? What is it like to have me as a daughter?
What is it like to have me as a neighbor? As a member of the community?
What is it like to have me as a friend? As a relative?

The more I looked, the more confused I got initially, a big warning sign that I was not living authentically, but I had no idea who the real me was.

Since success did not bring the happiness I thought it would, with an unfulfilling career, lack of energy and clashes in relationships disfiguring the landscape of my life, then began the search for meaning.

I began to ponder questions like Why are we here? and What is the meaning of life? Like a fish swimming in the ocean, who sees only the water world before it and knows nothing of the existence even of a world above, that is how equate my own perceptions of life until I started to learn about the nature of our existence.

As I began to see my life and our world through an entirely different set of lenses, a much broader part of me began to awaken and ask “who am I?”

This led to questions like:

What would it be like to be free of the cumbersome impossibility of trying to control people and circumstances?
What would it be like to look at everything in my life as helpful, prompting me to look at myself, others or situations with curiosity rather than defence?
What would it be like to feel myself as an essential part of a perfect whole?
What would it be like to feel connected to everything else?
What would it be like to sense the universe within, the collective individual consciousnesses of the thirty seven trillion cells of my body?
What would it be like to feel an intrinsic part of our cosmos?
What would it be like to truly know that I am master of my own destiny?
What would it be like to co-create with the very imperative for life?

With a broader perspective on life itself, I started to see how interconnected everything is.

This question of Who am I? is one about my true nature.

I can look in the mirror (literally), and see all that my mind tries to hide from me. My soft sensitive skin tells me what my mind and experiences cannot, it displays my essential self. But the set of my jaw and lines on my face tell me about the harshness of the journey.

When I observe what is going on in my body, there is much more to be revealed about the emotional waters upon which I sail.

When I look in the mirror figuratively and see what is being reflected back to me from other people, all the things that trigger me, and the things I admire, there is a wealth of knowledge to be uncovered.
Claire Zammit talks about this process of discovery as the old stories, old patterns that halt us on the way to self actualization. These lie at the deepest level of self awareness, and they arise and get set in motion from our earliest childhood years, long before our conscious memories begin.

The kinds of mantras going on (unconsciously) within us are things like I am not worthy, I’m powerless, I am not enough, I’m a failure, I’m alone and so on.   

She gives some examples of how these halt our progress towards the things we really desire in our life, and stop us from reaching our full potential:

• “You cannot attract love and an extraordinary partner on top of an inner sense of being unlovable. You could meet the right person but you can’t receive their love so you push them away.”
• “You can’t magnetize support on top of a belief that you’re alone. Because you have ways of being where you’re hyper self sufficient so there is no room for anyone to contribute to you.”
• “You can’t generate success on top of a deep feeling of being unworthy because inside (this feeling of being unworthy) you don’t really invest the amount of time or resources that you would need to do a good job/to create success, and you use that as evidence you don’t have something of value to contribute.”
• “You can’t discover your purpose on top of a feeling of not being enough because you won’t show up for opportunities or take the next steps as they come to you.”
• “You can’t make lasting changes with your health if you believe that you don’t matter. Your self care practices are not going to stick because you will habitually turn your attention back to taking care of everyone else because you feel so anxious when you shift your attention towards taking care of you.”
• “You can’t make an impact on the world if you secretly feel you have nothing worthwhile to contribute, because even if you met that marketing genius who could help you launch, the chances are you’d create something that doesn’t produce value for people – which would be more evidence of I don’t really have anything worthwhile to contribute.”

Probably like you, I have a lifetime of hurts, I decided to let them mean something and propel me towards more joy. Everything before this level of inquiry on the journey to conscious self awareness is simply scratching the surface.

My old stories and patterns were so entrenched that this slow unfolding was probably necessary to get me to even see them. The level of pain derived from being separated from my essential self generally has to be pretty intense for me to take action, after all, perhaps like you, I learned to be someone else to please everyone else from the starting gate.

Despite all that, I don’t believe life is ever done pointing me in the right direction. When I say right direction, I don’t honestly think any one of us can get it wrong. It seems more like a game of snakes and ladders where we might go forwards a few steps and then slide backwards, but eventually we end up in the right place.

Will you take the risk to look at your own inner stories and patterns? Because the truth is, when we are held back by an unhelpful belief that is a sure indication that the very opposite of that belief is the one that will unlock your potential.  Stepping into conscious self awareness at a deeper level, is about fulfilling our potential; our potential to feel joy and feel fulfilled and to make a positive impact on the people and world around us.

If you want to dive deeper into conscious self awareness there are many roads that can be taken. In my articles I often refer to those resources I’ve found helpful; there is an abundance out there taking many forms from self help to online courses and working with various practitioners. The work of looking at our subconscious inner stories and patterns is often referred to as just “the work” or “shadow work”, as well as many other names like parts work, fragmentation/completion process, Internal Family Systems, Inner Child Work, Jungian Psychology, Freudian Psychology, Inner Shamanic Journey Work and the list goes on.

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Since I rather spectacularly injured my toe on a wooden pallet last month, which would not have happened if I hadn’t been rushing, I have been reminded to give myself more space between things I want to achieve in a day.

I had been too keen to try to fit in a walk at the beach between commitments and, while it had been great to feel my feet in the warm sand, it had meant rushing back to get the kids’ afternoon tea ready for school pick up. As a consequence, I then found myself blocked in by a delivery when I was already running late.

Each week when I sit down at my keyboard to help crystalise what I’ve learned, there is most often an obvious theme that arises. This week, like many others, has brought mixed blessings; swinging between moments of kindness, insight and serendipities, and frustrating misunderstandings, delays and (to first appearances) blocks.

I wondered what the common thread was between them, because there is usually an ah-ha moment in there somewhere. This week I reflected on the gift of time, or allowing myself more space between the lines as I like to call it, and how small changes have had a major impact on my life.

For example, the kids needed an extra day at home after the weekend; they were far from recharged and one had been unwell, and I was glad to be in a position to give it to them. Though part of me breathed a heavy inward sigh, realizing the things I had planned would need to wait, I enjoyed sitting by the stream in the sun in the local reserve while the kids built a magical paradise for themselves from branches, stones and leaves.

The next day I was thankful to have gotten through my only appointment for the day when I got a call
from the school to pick one of them up. Again, part of me sighed as more plans were waylaid, but nothing critical and I enjoyed some one on one time with my oldest child. The day after, I prioritized a yoga session straight after school drop off, needing to find my equilibrium, and (literally) just as I finished the phone rang again, to go and pick up my other child from school. I was deeply grateful for the timing, and spent some wonderful one on one time with my youngest child.

Life can be like that with kids, especially at the moment with our winter weather and COVID19 restrictions. The kids are tired and schools are cautious, and I’m grateful to be able to accommodate it all with relative ease because I’ve stepped back from continuously having my foot full down on the throttle.

In contrast, if I look back on my early life, I can remember the constant feelings of anxiety attached to the need to get somewhere; to keep up with mum’s walking pace, to catch a bus, to get to the pickup point for swim training in the mornings, to get to school afterwards, to get home in time to eat lunch and get back to school before the afternoon bell… the list goes on.

Growing into adulthood, I took that ethos into my career. As I was climbing the corporate ladder, I had many operational tasks and targets to deliver on, and people to manage, but I also had to make time for the more strategic thinking and delivery, which is where my natural aptitude and focus were and, ultimately, where I wanted my career to head.

I worked long hours and they were jam-packed. Then I had babies, and there was hardly a minute of my life left unscheduled, and that which wasn’t became open season for the kids to get in their mamma time, which they naturally wanted and needed. 

I was great at multi tasking if you were to look on the surface; I could tick a lot of boxes on the to-do list. But where was the space in between to actually process the events and interactions of the day in relation to my own journey here on Earth? My adrenaline and cortisol levels were so high my mind was constantly absorbed in basic survival, in flight or fight mode, there was no space to process anything at a deeper level.

While I’m pleased I at least stepped off the corporate wheel, it is fair to say that old habits die hard. Dialing back on commitments has been a long and painful process, especially with children in the picture. Their dependence on an adult, me in this case, creates all sorts of new and seemingly unending commitments that are no more attractive than the array of dull weekly meetings I was obliged to attend in corporate life. Learning healthy boundaries and how to assert them has become a priority.

Still, I notice I have a propensity to load up my days too much on occasion, and life delivers me a swift and painful reminder (like the toe incident) to leave myself some space.

A few weeks back I was doing an exercise, led by Dr Jean Houston, on subjective time. She gave us one minute of clock time to go and explore something we have always wanted to do – one suggestion was a trip around the world. In my case, I decided to imaginatively take the trip to visit my family in the UK that we had to postpone last month due to current travel restrictions.

In that one minute I was able to imagine: my partner taking the kids and I to the airport, both legs of the flight (even the change-over’s in Los Angeles and London), arriving at our destination, the car ride back to my dad’s new house, looking around the house and garden for the first time, and even some of the people and places we might have visited; all this while also imagining some of the little parent-child moments I might face in escorting the kids on such a trip.

It’s amazing what can be achieved in the mind alone when I’m in a relaxed and focused state.
Yesterday, as I drove to a long awaited appointment with a doctor across town, I found I was aiming to be early so I would feel relaxed and more likely to take in the details of our meeting. I had also gone prepared with a list of things I wanted to discuss.

Afterwards, with no other commitments planned, I drove to the pool thinking through everything I had learned as I swam. Then I went home and made notes as a reminder, something I would previously have made no space for and then would likely have woken in the middle of the night recounting the conversation – or a month later some important information might have worked it’s way back to conscious memory.

In fact, that particular appointment was one in the private rather than public sector, and the glorious difference in the doctor-patient interaction was the gift of time in the consultation; time to explore the issues more on both sides. Straight away I felt the difference; it did not feel rushed so, as well as the things I had wanted to convey, I was also able to ask the questions that arose in my mind during our
conversation.

Unlike in the exercise with Jean Houston, one minute of clock time would not subjectively equal all the time in the word in a rushed doctor’s appointment. In fact, the feeling of being rushed evokes that flight or fight response and tends to freeze my brain so is counterproductive. In the public system I too often think of the questions I want to ask long after I’m out of my appointment.

I wonder how much time and money could be saved in the public healthcare system if a little more care was spent upfront simply to allow for a more relaxed doctor-patient interaction?

For me it’s not about finding hours and hours of time in my calendar, it’s about taking a bit more time upfront with things, being smarter in relation to when and what I schedule, and consciously including all the things that I used to just try and fit in somewhere.

All this is to say I don’t need a lot of clock time in order allow myself the gift of time. The gift is more about a focus on:

• exposing the list of things that don’t always require a specific clock time but do need my attention; like paying bills, grocery shopping, washing, preparing food, weeding and so on
• leaving deliberate space between calendar commitments so that I’m not rushing from one thing to the next, and I actually have time to take care of my other responsibilities and process what is taking place in my life  
• making deliberate time for the things that nourish me, including regular meditation, time in nature for appreciation and contemplation, swimming, yoga and writing
• dropping into my heart space around issues that trigger me to ensure I am acting from a place of authenticity and not mounting a full scale defence or attack that perpetuates things I don’t want in my life – this is an amazing time saver, when I think of all the hours/days/weeks/months/years I used to ruminate on what had happened or what I thought should have happened or what might happen in the future, not to mention how much worse I always felt

There was a particular misunderstanding this week that sent me into a bit of a tail spin. Previously I’d have mounted a defence and gone in guns blazing. Given I hadn’t planned to see that person until next week, the issue would meanwhile have dominated much of my thoughts as I stewed.

Instead I took time to notice the rant in my head, and drop into my heart to figure out how the issue was really making me feel and why. I explained my fears and concerns to other person as concisely as I could, seeking clarification. She understood and, to my relief, there was more to the situation than I was aware of (as is often the case) and we were, in fact, aligned in our thinking.

Allowing myself the gift of time also means allowing it in others; to allow them the space to consider things I’ve asked or said before responding. It means I allow things to unfold in their natural time, like allowing my body time to heal without the compulsion to act now and intervene.

The more I give myself that kind of space, the more I notice I allow it in others. I notice too the difference in how my body feels, more relaxed, like it’s not fighting itself, nor fighting with others. The quality of what I get done is better, and the quantity strangely hasn’t suffered, everything seems to still happen, and more easily.

When I look back on that constant compulsion I used to have to do everything now, I can easily remember how stressed I was. Now I realise I will never be done, so I may as well increase the quality of my interactions with others and situations by allowing myself and them the gift of a bit more time. Do you allow yourself the gift of time?

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One topic my partner and I have often butted heads on, in the many years we have been together, is my propensity to engage in alternative ways to maintain my health and wellbeing that don’t involve a GP’s prescription pad.

While I eat fairly healthily, practice meditation and take exercise regularly, don’t partake in any of the modern habits of drinking coffee or alcohol, and use various therapies as and when I need them, he is the opposite.

We are very much opposites in many ways, but for some reason this one seems to needle him more than any other and – in turn – his reaction inflames me. What I discovered this week was the reason it triggers me so much is not actually any of the reasons I had pinned it on.

My mind had placed its bets on all the usual things that trigger me around healthcare. Amid the most stringent levels of restrictions here in New Zealand I wrote to our Prime Minister advocating for access to my customary homeopathic remedies, rather than being restricted to pharmaceuticals, for me it’s important to have freedom of choice.

But from that line of thought, anger spirals me down the path of political greed, money and pharmaceutical control and off into the realms of patriarchal oppression, which is not exactly productive when trying to resolve differences between my partner and I.

When I finally dropped into my heart space to explore what my inner sense of self had to say about it, the voice was much softer, and hurt. It said “I don’t want begrudging acceptance of my priorities; I want support and encouragement to be the best me I can be”.

I decided to sit with this and go deeper, because unlike many of the issues that rise up from my subconscious, opposition to pursuing alternative forms of healthcare doesn’t have any obvious link into my upbringing prior to my early twenties, which is when I first pursued it.

After really allowing myself to feel the way I had after our last argument about it, with my eyes closed, I then looked into the blank movie screen in my mind – a technique I first learned from Brandon Bays many years ago. It doesn’t involve searching conscious memories; it’s more about being in a deeply relaxed state and waiting for an image to appear once I asked myself when I had first felt like this.

To start with I just got vague images: a pinafore dress, a stripy top. It was me somewhere between the ages of five to seven; I had my glasses on so I must have been at least five. Those glasses were the standard issue British National Health Service glasses of the day.

While I was glad the colour range in the late nineteen seventies had expanded from the iconic plastic tortoiseshell rims, they were still limited, and I felt totally frumpy in them. That brought with it a flood of memories, the “money doesn’t grow on trees” and “there’s not enough so don’t ask” messages.

A swathe of memories related to practical clothing and footwear then came flooding into my mind, in particular this really lovely pair of navy blue leather school shoes that I really wanted but had to settle for the cheaper clumpy black ones instead.

Then there was the hideous hand knitted red aviator-style hat with small navy pom poms all over it, like one of those velcro hat-and-ball games, that I was told to wear under pain of death. And the pink brocade rubber swim hat with chin strap I was made to adorn when I first started training with the speed squad, looking like something out of a nineteen fifties synchronised swimming musical.

The list of examples that made me feel embarrassed and dowdy seemed to go on, and they all pointed to a feeling of “I’m not worth it”. And while healthcare outside of the National Health Service had never really been an issue I’d had to contend with, I certainly knew that anything deemed self indulgent was derided.

That has stuck with me, to the point that, after several whiplash injuries in my twenties, when the Osteopath told me (when I was around age thirty) he had done all he could and recommended ongoing massage therapy to manage the aches and pains, I felt guilty and self indulgent about booking a treatment.

Logically I understand the context of all these messages I had been given in my childhood. Both my parents had grown up in post war Britain, and rations were in place most of their childhood. My mum’s dad died when she was age seven and my gran was a single working mother the whole time she was growing up. Times had been tough, and – in contrast – my life was really pretty darn comfortable.

However, as a little kid who felt my light being dimmed in all these unfashionable, frumpy things that I wasn’t given any choice in, I just felt that I was not worth any extravagance.

This is one of the reasons, later in my thirties when I received a big bonus cheque from work and had no debts to pay, I took that money and carefully chose myself one of the most extravagant things I could imagine, a delicious big diamond solitaire ring, which I wore for many years.

Suffice to say, the ring did not heal me, nor did the holidays or all the clothes and other material choices I’ve had the privilege to make since, apparently still inside was the voice of a little girl who was sad because she didn’t feel worth it.

As an adult, I have come to know each and every human is born worthy; it is not something we have to earn. But that part of me hadn’t got the memo. Of course, once uncovered, I went through a process in order to soothe and heal that particular emotional signature, the same one I described in How to Heal the Past so You Can Live Your Best Present.

Listening to the beautiful Sarah Blondin this week, she reminded me that we are taught to search for our worth, taught to find ways to prove our value, by people who were lost to their own given worth too.  She says “in all of your searching and all of your gaining, you are simply uncovering what has been here all along waiting for you to discover”.

As to my partner, what lies behind his issues around this topic is for him to uncover, but if my own experience is anything to go by, I can be pretty certain it isn’t any of the things that we argued about.
For my own part, I hear Sarah’s challenge “How would your life be different, dear one, if you could remember you are worthy, as you have always been?” and her insight “it is in the moment we stop trying to prove that we learn how to receive”. Profound.

It’s interesting that it took someone trying to govern how I manage my health and wellbeing to flush out that little voice that still lived within me, but I’m glad it did because it now allows me to live more authentically.

My dream is that each human recognize and reclaim the sovereignty of their own soul, heal the emotional signature of all their childhood wounds and inherited trauma that tells them they are anything less than the beautiful, whole souls they are. We are all worthy and deserving of that.

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When someone asked me whether I was aware that I projected a lot, I had to pause for a minute and think about it. Projecting seems to me one of those modern words that gets banded around a lot by kids who have been in therapy.

The truth is that I project all the time, as I would guess most of us do given we see the world through our own unique cocktail of heritage and experience (this is also a projection, which I could validate by citing various studies and renowned experts, but I won’t as I’m only throwing it in to highlight how pervasive projecting is). When I hear about something happening in our world, I project myself into it and conclude how I would feel about it. 

Just this morning my daughter was telling me about a class treaty she and her classmates have been working on; and today are signing. In New Zealand our kids are taught about the Treaty of Waitangi, said to be the founding document of New Zealand. It was an agreement signed in Maori and English one hundred and eighty years ago between five hundred and forty-ish Maori chiefs and the British Crown.

As my daughter was explaining the class treaty, it did in fact seem to bear a remarkable resemblance to its namesake. Like the original treaty, it sounded rather like it had been written with an agenda (in this case about behaviour and compliance to school rules) and, like many of the Maori chiefs of the time, it sounded as though my daughter intends to sign it despite feeling uncertain about her commitment to it.

Now the feelings this evoked in me were pure projection. If I put myself in her shoes, I would be that kid refusing to sign. I am a person who commits to principles, not rules. So I was totally fine with things like “respecting one another and property”, I was not fine with things like “not swinging on school chairs”.

In fact, that particular rule sent me spiralling into a rant about modern education in general, sarcastically restating the rule as “we promise to act like robots and sit still in our chairs and be talked at for hours instead of acting like normal human kids whose bodies want to move and learn through experiencing life”.

This, of course, is classic projection. In short, I am not my daughter; I am not going to class today and having to decide whether to sign this treaty. While I can share my views, it is really up to her to find her way around these issues. In fact, it is exactly this kind of experience that will help her figure out what her own truth is and – in the fullness of time – the best way for her to communicate her own boundaries and opinions.

If I project onto her my truth and actions, and try to make her feel she needs to align with me, then I am no better than the treaty. And, indeed, sometime in the future when she sits in therapy unwrapping all these beautiful (double-edged) gifts we parents often unintentionally give our kids, it would be just another thing that would help eventually call her to her own truth.

In this case I decided the gift didn’t need double wrapped and encouraged her to do whatever she felt was the best thing for her at this moment.

Projecting comes up so often that, as I became aware of it on my journey to me, I realised it’s my predominant mode of thinking. It is so insidious that it shows up in (what would at first appear to be) relatively minor ways. If I look at these minor things in a broader context, they also are pointing to some deep lessons in awareness.

Again, I have to look no further than this morning to give you an example. As I was driving the kids to school, we came to the usual busy junction we have to navigate. The junction opens up wide enough to allow two cars to use it simultaneously, one going right, and the other left. In a country that drives on the left hand side, it’s always the right hand turns that are trickiest as you have to cross the right lane to get to the left lane.

The issue with this particular junction, is that by pulling over to the right, to allow others to turn left, they completely block my view of that direction and I have to wait until it’s clear again. In short, I have learned that in order to get out the junction efficiently its best to keep to the middle of the lane and allow everyone to take their turn on a first come first served basis.

This causes me a tremendous amount of anxiety as I want to be seen to being considerate of others. I sit at that junction in the middle of the lane glancing in my rear-view mirror watching for cars coming up behind me who want to turn left, hoping no one will. When they do, or even when I’m just hoping they won’t, I start this line of defence in my head, ready to defend my position just as if I’m imagining the person behind will start tooting their horn or jump out their vehicle to approach me.

This is, of course, because I did have to defend myself in the face of angry onslaughts often as a child. It’s also because being considerate meant putting other people before me in the household I grew up in. Consequently I have people pleasing issues and, while I thankfully seem to have an inner voice that often refuses to put others’ needs before my own, I often carry a tremendous amount of anger and guilt in asserting my needs.

I vividly recall previous times waiting at that junction for extended periods, while thinking I was being good and considerate by pulling over to the right to allow others to turn left ahead of me, only to get frustrated and feel indignant at being held up longer. The feelings attached to those memories fuel my line of defence further; it really is an amazing cacophony of tales woven together.

Now I know this is all a subjective experience that stems from this inner voice that wants me to look good and just to the outside world. And I completely understand it in the context of my upbringing, but I recognise that awareness alone is not going to change that feeling of anxiety. I have to change the voice in my head by changing the emotional signature of those events in my childhood that first created that voice. To do this I’ll probably use the process I outlined in How to Heal the Past so You Can Live Your Best Present.

However, this week, what I’ve been focused on is really flushing out the main taproots of my discord. I used a process Teal Swan recommended, and here are the points I considered:

• What things in others really trigger me? By others, I focused on my partner, kids and parents as those are the relationships that are close up and personal and I generally can’t escape from. I then listed each annoying thing down the left hand side of a sheet of paper. Examples included (unsurprisingly) traits like being inconsiderate, emotionally unavailable, messy and controlling.
• What positive intention could be behind each of these people adopting these traits? When I considered it, I could see the intention would have been some version of those people trying not to get hurt or rejected within their families, they were simply trying to fit into their environment as kids. There traits are a mirror of what I’ve rejected/disowned in myself. What are the opposite of these traits? I could easily see that if those people had adopted those opposite qualities they would have been consumed by their environment; it was therefore dangerous for them to do so.
• Then I created two columns alongside the traits I had listed as triggers for me: the first headed I am very much like that, and the other is headed I am never like that (to the extent it’s unhealthy). These are basically the only two options, to understand why it’s worth reading the article/watching the video on it.
• Note that this particular part of the process is where the rubber meets the road as I had to be self aware enough to own one of those two options. It reminded me of an Annette Noontil quote that has long since stuck with me “what I see in others I have in myself”; this is the crux of self awareness.
• For those traits I am very much like, I considered why was it dangerous for me to be the opposite? For those traits I am never like, I considered why was it not okay for me to be those? In both cases I decided I'd have either been swallowed whole or chewed up and spat out if I’d have been things like messy, unresponsive or inconsiderate.

I then repeated the whole exercise focusing on traits I admire/love in those other people, and finally asked myself whether there was anything I might have missed by just focusing on my nearest and dearest, I couldn’t think of anything negative, but I did add to my positives being open-hearted and light-hearted.

At first I was surprised to discover I struggled to come up with examples of people who exhibited these two qualities, but I guess it makes sense in a world that is still very much evolving into conscious awareness. These patterns I am discovering in myself have been playing out unconsciously for generations.

As we each use our projections as a tool to become more self aware, rather than using them as a way to blame others and avoid self awareness, I imagine it will become easier and easier to find examples of open-hearted and light-hearted people and that is a world that I look forward to living in.

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As I lay in bed this morning enjoying a quiet five minutes of my mind freely wandering, I was also acutely aware that my bubble was about to burst when the kids awoke, and the duties of the day began. I knew that it would only be when I sat down to type later in the day that my mind would have free rein to wander again.

That is the biggest obstacle for most of us, I believe, the feeling of more than enough time. When I watched a video from Sustainable Human on Why Everyone Deserves a Basic Income, I think the point was well made that we are so busy labouring to live that we don’t have enough time for the things that matter to us, which are often the things that would help us live in harmony with each other and the planet.

I can see where it begins, my kids are kept so busy with schooling (which they are not all that interested in) and are often too tired to pursue things they would rather be exploring. Yet I often think, as I drop them off at that cookie-cutter machine each day, they didn’t come here to fit into this world, they came to change it. But for that matter, so did you and I.

Listening to a friend of mine talk about the less than desirable state of governments today, and how much we had lost in moving away from local communities, I agreed with much of what was being said. However, I did not want to dwell on it, nor fight against it; it just feels like too much resistance.

What came up for me instead, were questions about what could replace these outdated systems. How could we maintain global infrastructure in a more localised world? Was that even the right question?

What I know for sure is that watching more videos, reading more articles or listening to more speeches to raise my awareness about today’s problems feels heavy on my soul, I’m already aware; the issues are huge in so many facets of our lives. What I’m interested in is a vision of what it could look like and how we get there. 

When I sat down to meditate and clear my mind, I had this vision of me sitting at an architect’s desk with a huge jigsaw puzzle spread across the table and only two or three pieces in place. All around me on the walls were white boards and notice boards, with lots of notes and questions posted all over them, a little like the crime or medical investigation rooms I’ve seen on TV.

I knew this was me sitting down to start to piece together a vision for myself of what the world could look like. I started to wonder if anyone had ever written a book as good as Frederic Laloux’s Reinventing Organisations, but focused on reconstructing the way in which public services could be provided.

Then I realised much of what he had written, at its core advocating organisations that are set up with autonomous individuals who have collective responsibility for outcomes (rather than employees with delegated authorities and limited access to information), was and could be applied to public services.

I also realised the question needed to be broader, in the sense of how each person in society who had an interest in that arena (be it roads, communication, education, healthcare, economics, justice etc) could participate to the extent they desired.

My mind was on a roll with questions and people who might have answers, and the boards in my imaginary investigation room were rapidly filling up with notes and insights. It’s something that deeply interests me, this question of what society could be like if we can function together in more conscious awareness of who we truly are.

While creating a vision of a new society is certainly one way to step towards a new world, it’s no more valid than anything else that people might do that brings them joy. For my partner, his mind wanders to the forest where he can bike, or the activity in the night sky he likes to track, or the renovation work he is doing.  I really think that time to ponder what we love is key for positive progression.

When I feel unhurried, free to pursue what I’d like, my whole system is more relaxed, more in tune with the things I truly want out of life. It’s easier to eat in ways that are healthy, to think about planting my own food, to take regular exercise, and to take the time to notice how my neighbour is doing.

These are all things during our lockdown earlier in the year that became very evident. It was a time of self reflection, of seeing negative patterns and revisiting what is important in life. Sometimes it’s all too easy to get caught up in the doing, which feels like a distraction from the main event of being who we have come here to be.

Whatever you truly enjoy and feel passionate about, pursue it as much as you can, as often as you can, take one day at a time. Even if it feels trite, or that it won’t change the world, it will change your world. Then imagine a world full of people pursuing their passion, which is a world changed for the better.

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I thought I’d share some healing work I did recently using a process designed help me change how I feel about my past experiences. I’m not going to say that if someone suffered a terrible atrocity they could just do this and everything would be better, this is an example of a more chronic negative belief I have harboured.

The scenario was this: I was recently in a lot of pain as – unbeknown to me – I was in a long drawn out process that eventually led to the passing of a kidney stone.

Not receiving any compassion from those close to me when I shared I was in pain, I just repeated my life pattern of stoicism, pushing away that familiar dull ache that has a voice I have never dared listen to. Instead it unconsciously joined the manure pile of resentments.  

Once I had become aware of this (which is another story in itself, but the short version is I got upset about then being called emotionally withdrawn), I began to wonder why it was I was attracting a lack of compassion and kindness in my life.

More often than not, this trail leads back to childhood where early patterns begin before conscious awareness or memory even kicks in. One of the voices in my head about this issue pointed out that, even my mum (who I would describe as being often tense and controlling as a parent when I was younger) showed compassion when I got sick.

Then I realised, as often happens if unhealthy patterns remain unaddressed, it is a red flag when an even more unkind version of what I’d experienced as a child was showing up. That indicated to me I had a hurt part of me that was thriving like a cockroach on that manure pile of my unaddressed detrimental life experiences.

I decided I needed to take a good look in the shadows to figure out what was going on. I also noticed that, when I finally had some time and space in which to do this, I did my best to avoid getting started for quite some time.

My mind rationalised this by saying I was clearing the decks so I wouldn’t get distracted but, to be honest, it was probably trying to protect me. My mind usually thinks its job is to steer me away from anything that feels unsafe; which amounts to anything that might disrupt the safe patterns/stories that my head has been telling me for years.

Finally getting down to it, with a good hour or two of uninterrupted time still ahead of me, I began the process by getting comfortable and becoming aware of my body, and just identifying any aches and pains. 

I started with the recent memory of the kidney stone to trigger myself into the right emotional state, remembering how it had felt in my body to have the pain I was feeling unacknowledged. Everyone in the room was going about their business, not listening to me; it brought to mind a picture of me banging on the other side of a glass wall yelling for attention but no one gave it.  

Once I’d really sat with that feeling for a while, I let myself look at the video screen in my mind as I asked it to reveal the first time I had felt this way. As I’ve said, this is not about recalling conscious memories, it’s allowing your mind to create a vision of something it perceived through feelings.

I then found myself looking at a yellow sleeve on a chubby arm waving around beside me. It seemed I was a baby in a crib feeling little point in crying out. I could hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner in the background, and the odd clanking sound that indicated my mum was in the house somewhere.

This correlates with something mum told me when my own kids were babies, about her putting on the vacuum when I wouldn’t stop crying to create white noise. Rather than soothed, what I was feeling was suppressed; I had already learned not to bother crying in this memory. I knew, therefore, I had to gently persist and go back further to the point this pattern began.

I went back too far, or perhaps my mind was still trying to get in on the act to help me avoid the real source of pain, as I found myself experiencing my mum as a baby. Although I knew this is undoubtedly an ancestral pattern and part of our collective consciousness, it was not where I needed to land in order to heal, I needed to find the source of my own physical experience of this pain.

I then found myself crying and crying as a tiny baby lying on my back in the crib again with my hands and feet tensed up towards the ceiling. The sound I was making was high pitched, repetitive and full of anguish, my throat was raw and I felt disoriented and confused. As I was experiencing this in the first-person perspective, I stayed with it for a while and assured myself that the way I was feeling was totally valid.

Once I had settled into that awareness fully, I sort of splintered my awareness and stepped into my adult self’s perspective. The first thing I did was pick up baby me, wearing a little cream coloured onesie. She felt so tiny, like a newborn, I’d forgotten babies could be so small and light in weight.

I leaned her against my shoulder, her little bum wrapped in a nappy fitted entirely in one of my palms, while my other palm rubbed her small back that was all sweaty and hot. Comforting her until she slowly calmed, I could smell that lovely baby smell on top of her head and acknowledged to her all the while how scared she must have felt and how totally normal it was to feel like that given the circumstances.

Once baby-me was calm, I asked her what she wanted. She wanted her dad as his energy felt good, but he was at work and mum’s energy felt tense and overwhelmed. Asking what she would like to happen, I suggested that we explain the trauma this behaviour was causing, and show them a video of me in the future, crippled in pain with a burgeoning kidney stone and unable to attract soothing from those who love me.

I then asked that both my parents be wrapped in the arms of love to heal their own wounds so they could give baby-me the kindness and compassion I needed.

Afterwards I sought my inner sanctum, a place in the forest surrounded by photons of light with dappled sunlight coming down through the leaves, where I can sink into my higher self for support. From this safe haven I asked that any fractured parts of baby-me return. These are essentially the aspects of me that I had suppressed, denied or disowned each time my distress had been ignored.

These I visualised as other carbon-copy babies, and as the older baby I had first experienced. In fact, at that point I saw a lady walking towards me, as if out of the mist. She was young and looked dressed in the 1940’s fashion, wearing a small velvet half hat with a veil and feather and short woollen trench-type coat pulled in at the waist and heading towards me with the many versions of baby-me.

I recognised her as my gran, as she would have looked in that era, and she was bringing back all those parts of me that had turned and fled back to their source, our source. My gran was a gentle woman who personified kindness, so it was a very fitting image.

As all these fractured parts of me returned and melded with tiny baby-me, we watched as the previous scene of the screaming, unattended baby floated away on a bubble that then popped.

From there I found we were in a warm sandy cove, surrounded by narrow horseshoe-shaped grassy cliffs, with a waterfall making its way from a height into a pool at the bottom. We all splashed and played in the water and I experienced great joy as baby-me lying on her back in the warm waters of that pool, gurgling and splashing in abandon.

I left the scene holding that feeling within me as I seemed to watch a montage of further scenes of me progressing through life, revisiting points in my history from this altered state of memory of joy and kindness and then returned to the present day feeling a good deal lighter than when I had begun.

There are other specific memories that I hold, related to this, which I will do shorter visualisations on too. Am I rewriting history? Yes, I’m rewriting my emotional history. Does it change what actually happened in the past? No, but it changes the way I feel inside.

I now know that someone does care enough about me to show kindness and compassion when I’m struggling in life, and that someone is me. Inside I have a real sense of the compassion I felt towards that tiny baby as I held her when she was crying and a real sense of the joy she felt when basking in that care.

Free of past hurts that I hadn’t even been particularly aware of, yet had defined my approach to certain situations, I can now fully embrace the present and future without being constantly dragged back into a state of stoicism.

There are many resources and practices out there that facilitate this change in the emotional signature of events within us; this particular one is Teal Swan’s Completion Process. But I have come across this type of technique (where the adult self revisits the child self) in many practices, and recommend finding one that fits for you.

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“Keep your feet on the fresh carpet of the earth, but raise your mind to the windows of the universe.” These were the words written from father to adopted daughter as his parting words in a novel I’m reading, and they really resonate with my soul.

This immediately reminded me of the analogy my homeopath uses when describing my constitution as “a tethered balloon that needs to regularly bob around in the heavens”. Nothing feels truer at the moment with the kids on school holidays; my soul wants me to take regular helicopter rides.

Yet being with people constantly, especially children I’m responsible for, often keeps my attention tethered in a way that makes me feel cut off from that broader perspective.

This heavy feeling was how I used to feel when I was in an office all day, with my attention tethered to people or a screen. But before I had children I could come home and take a big out-breath. With children there are too few out breaths, the tether to my attention seems all pervasive.

Just last week one of my kids was at her grandparents’ house and I dropped the other at a friends’ house for a play. This allowed me the brief time I needed to go and shake off the heavy feeling while swimming up and down the lane at a local pool for a half hour, my mind was free to wander.  

Literally, doing backstroke for some of the time, my mind could follow my eyes to the windows of the physical universe and its vastness, and then the fifteen minutes I had to meditate at home alone before collecting my daughter allowed me the time I needed to bring my awareness to the windows of the universe within.

I felt lighter, more connected and fuelled with energy.

It reminds me of a quote by Khalil Gibran “But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you”.

I’m learning as I move through my journey to ask for what I need, and these micro breaks from being the person who is responsible for everyone in the moment is as necessary as breathing. But how I garner the support for that is also an interesting journey.

As a recovering people pleaser I have a pattern of keeping going, like a trouper, and resenting the heck of it while secretly harboring a hope that someone will notice how dreadful I feel and offer to help. If that doesn’t happen I eventually address my needs by getting angry (with my partner mainly); not really the healthiest way to assert my needs.

There is also a lot of guilt that comes with this particular scenario for me. It feels as if there is an assumption that, because I am a mother and I wanted children, I will enjoy motherhood. Well, I quickly discovered that is not the case, after all the trials and tribulations of just getting to the point of having a family, here it is and I do not enjoy all aspects of motherhood.

Like most parents I wouldn’t change it, because there are so many wonderful aspects to being a parent too. But, gosh, it is relentless and – I find – often tedious. Unlike the days where we (as humans) lived in communities and could spread the load somewhat across the extended family, the exclusion in which we live prohibits this on a day to day basis.

This makes it vital for me to organize micro breaks and honour my own needs. It is so intense that, if I don’t, I start to turn in on myself and get ill. That is why I think parenthood is an excellent personal development boot camp if I am paying attention to the areas I need to develop.

Of course, what happened in generations past, is we (the former kids) had to comply in order to fit in with the adult’s around us, hence I now have really bad ingrained habits, like being a people pleaser, that need addressed if I am to live my best life.

It seems to me all us adults are, to varying extents, a bunch of inwardly-injured kids walking around in adult bodies, which is what also makes the whole process of evolving past this even more fascinating (and difficult terrain). As I decide to step into awareness of my own bad habits and strive for healthier responses, I’m aware of the varying patterns in others too.

It often makes me think how, if we can evolve past this perpetual cycle of repression, by becoming more attuned to ourselves and others, won’t this world be an amazing place to live?

Evolving past it is the key, I have to keep my eye on the prize. If I continually sit here observing these same patterns I’m just keeping my energy attuned to what is, rather than could be. Instead I have to entrain my energy to that of the solution I’m seeking.

Which brings me back to the beautiful quote that resonated within me to keep my feet on the fresh carpet of the earth, but raise my mind to the windows of the universe. The real key is to give myself enough space to raise my mind to that place, and I now know what that takes for me to do that regularly.

​What does it take for you to raise your mind to the windows of the universe, and are you willing to gift that to yourself, to our world, on a regular basis?

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I took my daughter and her friend to see a movie this week whose theme was Our Differences Make Us Stronger. I truly believe that our differences do make us stronger when they are embraced. This applies equally to my own differences as it does to that of others.

As I have listened to podcasts with people talking about diversifying our social circles in order to expand our hearts and minds it rings true. The point is well made that, if I interact with people only like me, I have a limited view of the world.

I also have come to understand that I only attract those on the same vibrational wavelength as me. And it has really opened my eyes these last few years, as I have shared my angst and insights on the journey to me, those of you who resonate with the vibe of my own life lessons come in an astonishingly wide range of forms and circumstances.

It seems to me that many of our similarities and differences are those that can only be seen and felt by the heart.

Interacting with people I don’t know is easier though, particularly if we have been drawn together through mutual trials and tribulations. Knowing more about someone seems to create more barriers, as per the old saying familiarity breeds contempt; more experience of someone (including myself) can make me so aware of my own or their faults I become scornful.

I remember hearing a story recalled from Jerry Hicks about his wife Esther, watching her having the most marvelous fun with another passenger at the airport trying to retrieve their luggage. He was chuckling to himself thinking “if only they each knew who the other was, the fun would soon turn sour.”  As I recall the man was a preacher of some sort and, when his adverts played, it would impel Esther to stand up and shout at the television set in indignation.

But until I can embrace my own differences and preferences, be relaxed enough to communicate them in a clear and calm way, I find it is hard to feel safe listening to other points of view; I often have this unspoken sense that my listening will indicate a tacit acceptance of their views as my own and am preparing for the attack on mine if I express them.

For the longest time I have had a quote from Stephen Covey displayed on my bookcase Most people do not listen with the intent to understand. Most people listen with the intent to reply. For me this is because I struggled growing up with my own differences and didn’t feel accepted.

Despite good intent to listen, I still seem to do far too much talking. With awareness, I have known it is because I don’t want anyone to attempt to steer me away from my truth, I often jump in and state my views to erect a barrier of protection; a throwback to my childhood when I was always told what I should be thinking, feeling or doing.

As I read Mona Miller’s words this week about conflict and confusion, in her book Invisible Warfare, that entanglement began to make more sense. She says “Most of our educational systems are set up to train us to provide answers, not to question. Many times these answers are created to please someone else, so we lose the capability to check-in with ourselves to see what we actually think or feel about the information we are getting.”

I’m finding it is particularly tricky at this point in my journey where I’m learning to heal my personal boundaries. With decades of defensive wiring, just getting a clear view of any particular scenario is oftentimes a challenge. However is it one steering me towards a win-win.

Certainly I have been challenged by a couple of conversations with people close to me this week. With all the awareness I could muster I traversed both conversations with trepidation and determination to honour my own boundaries while respecting theirs, for both these people are dear to me in their separate ways. 

What came up for me was the question of how I can listen, understand and respond to someone when their truth doesn’t resonate with my own and I feel, because of the way they are expressing it, I need to go into defence, attack or hiding.

This is where Mona’s writing on conflict and confusion helped clarify “whether someone is lying (it may be to you or to themselves) or telling the truth doesn’t matter. Lies can help you see the truth as you move towards understanding.” She explains “We are trained to either be know-it-alls or stupid; people who speak in statements or not at all. Yet a wise person knows there is always more to learn and this creates confusion and conflict.”

When I feel a twist in my gut as someone interacts with me, that is a signal from my body to let me know the views or desires they are expressing are not aligned with my own. This triggers the flight or fight centre (as per the childhood wiring) and my rational brain shuts down. Unless I can catch myself in a brief moment of awareness, the best I can manage is “boundaries… must defend”.

Yet whether someone is trying to persuade me to their view or not is no longer, in my adult life, an actual problem or danger to me in any way. As a good friend reminded me this week:

I am a sovereign being and an intelligent woman, no one’s words can influence me anywhere my soul doesn’t already want to go.

It feels to me that I’ve known the basics of good listening skills for a long time, certainly since the early years of personal development work over two decades ago. True listening is about asking open ended questions with only an attempt to understand another perspective rather than control the outcome. Yet in fear of another person trying to control me, I have often been unable to truly listen and shut down, making my position clear to create a defensive barrier.

While I want to feel understood and accepted, the cost of fitting someone else’s mould is too high, and the desire for authenticity from within is too strong.

What I’ve really taken to heart this week is that neither what I think, nor what another thinks of me, matters as much as the weight I give it. It might if I was in a job interview or something similar, but even then, why would I want to attract anything other than a vibrational match to my authentic self?

But in the normal course of day to day interactions with friends, family and those who are more acquaintances or part of my life in some other working relationship, there is no real reason to avoid understanding our differences.

Looking into this shadow I have seen that I had a propensity to seek sameness, for a subconscious fear that any differences would put me in danger. As a child this danger of not fitting in would have been too risky, the approval of my family and teachers as I grew was central to my survival as it is to us all. And, frankly, old habits die hard.

Seeking common ground is healthy, it helps me relate to others, but that is different from being the same. I imagine I could seek the whole world over and never find anyone the same, I could no doubt go back through the generations of the entire world’s population and never find anyone exactly the same. And I can project forward into the future and believe no one else has had or will have my unique combination of heritage, wiring and experiences.

Embracing differences, therefore, is necessary to thrive in this world. It starts with embracing my own differences without the need to defend them or even state them (unless I’m actually being asked about them and feel comfortable doing so). Getting relaxed with who I am in this way helps me open up to who others are and, of course, that is what will make us stronger.

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Making the world a better place starts with making my personal world better.

I was listening to an interview with Dr Tiffany Jana this week, whose passion is teaching about embracing diversity, and she said “The idea that anyone has to edit themselves to conform to some kind of system or social construct is harmful. It is harmful to the collective because if you can’t be everything you were sent here to be then the entire human narrative is missing an essential piece.”

While Dr Jana was being asked about healing racism, she was recognising that any part of us that we have to shape in order to conform creates a disservice to the human race.   

And she reiterates advice I’d heard previously from Sean Korne about facing our own shadows before diving in to others’ shadows,. The best way we can help anyone is from a point of loving acceptance of who we are embodied authentically.

Herein lies the challenge, as far as I can see, most people don’t even recognise how their own hurts beget more hurt (no matter how long ago, how forgotten - or more accurately, buried - or how unintentional); I certainly didn’t.

If someone had asked me thirty years ago how tuned in I was to my own feelings, how did I value my own needs and desires, I’d have responded that I am very tuned in. Yet after decades my life did not seem to be joyful, even with traditional successes under my belt, I did not seem to feel healthy or fulfilled. So how tuned in was I really?

I was reading more this week about attunement, a developmental phase in humans that I first came across when reading Dr Gabor Mate’s work on the effects and causes of early childhood development on our lives. He says:

“Attunement is necessary for the normal development of the brain pathways and neurochemical apparatus of attention and emotional regulation. It is a finely calibrated process requiring that the parent remain him/herself in a relatively non-stressed, non-anxious, non-depressed state of mind.”

If you are a parent you will likely know that this can be a huge ask. I am the first to admit that – if I was never aware of my shadows before – they certainly became rather obvious with young children to challenge me. Of all my relationships, the one with my children is the most intense, followed by the relationship with my partner.

And guess what lies at the heart of our relationships?  Attunement.

“Attunement is the process by which we form relationships” Dr Dan Siegel says. “When we attune with others we allow our own internal state to shift to come to resonate with the world of another.”

As Teal Swan points out, “We learn attunement by virtue of other people being attuned to us. Ask yourself the following questions...Do I feel like my parents understood me when I was little, or even tried to understand me? Did they see into me and feel into me and have empathy for me and adjust their behaviour accordingly or not? Did they acknowledge how I felt or did they invalidate it, telling me I shouldn’t feel that way? How did my parents treat me when I was cranky, frightened or upset?”

I would imagine as most people read this, they would recognise the lack of attunement in their own childhood, for being seen and not heard and do as I say not as I do have been predominant tenets of parenting for a long long time. Thus, as Teal also points out, dysfunctional relationships are the norm, not the exception.

She says “when our parents were not attuned to us, we went one of two ways to cope with the terror of the experience:

1. We learned that our survival depended on disconnecting from them and retreating into a narcissistic bubble where all that was real and all that mattered was our individual experience. Or
2. We learned that our survival depended on being hyper attuned to the people in our lives so that we could perceive them, anticipate their behaviour and make adjustments to our behaviour accordingly in order to avoid harm.”

I certainly feel the truth of this in my own life, in hindsight I can see I became hyper vigilant to others’ feelings and co-dependent in my relationships. It’s no surprise that each of these coping styles tend to attract its opposite and – while one is good at taking care of everyone else’s needs, neither is actually good at recognising and taking care of their own.

Again this resonates with what I see and experience in life, most people are not good at taking care of their own needs. Even, says Teal, the narcissists who are “so busy resisting everyone else’s that, instead of experiencing strong authentic emotions, they are experiencing emotions related to suppression, avoidance, denial or defensiveness.”

So the bottom line is that, unless I learn how to attune (to myself being that I am hyper vigilant to others, but to my own and to others if I had gone into a narcissistic bubble) my relationships will be riddled with conflict and painful for everyone.

This isn’t something I find easy, and particularly when it is an ingrained pattern within existing relationships which, as mentioned above, are already imbued with painful associations on many levels.  True change is intrinsic though, is has to be self driven and nothing changes by following the same old patterns.

That is why I have been doing so much work on recognising and healing my own needs and boundaries, but it still requires practice and more practice.

Wanting to feel good about myself, and wanting to present that goodness to the world is the old defence mechanism, and it’s a strong one. Like everyone else I can fall into the trap of blaming others and my circumstances when, really, I’m no longer the trapped child, I’m a grown adult who can make her own decisions.

And, being hyper attuned to others more so than myself, I also have to watch out for the guilt trap. Those who have got themselves ensconced in a narcissistic bubble know how to play the blame game just as well as I do, but being sensitive to others means I can feel guilty just because someone else is feeling bad.

When Dr Tiffany Jana talks about people editing themselves to conform, the lack of attunement and the dynamics that arise from it are, I believe, one of the most pervasive and insidious among us edited humans. The worst thing about it is the lack of conscious awareness about this root cause issue.

Because, as Teal Swan remarks, “You cannot be attuned to someone and drop a bomb on them or shoot them. You cannot be attuned to someone and say the wrong thing to them. You cannot be attuned to someone and stay in denial about his or her reality”.

This is our work, becoming attuned to our own authentic needs, and those of others. This will not only improve your own life significantly, but together we can make this world a better place.

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“I spent too long wanting what was taken from me and not what I was given.” King Caspian, The Dawn Treader

As I watched this movie with my daughters, after we had read C.S.Lewis’s infamous Narnia Chronicles, I knew these were not words spoken in the original book, and yet they were so perfectly on point.

This week I’ve been staring straight into the eyes of resentment, which Teal Swan describes as “a soup of different emotions all associated with being treated unfairly; it is one of the strongest hooks that anchors a person to the past”.

As I listened to my own internal dialogue about the way I had just spoken to someone, I realised that what I was hearing was a defence. If I had been putting my point across to a judge or jury, I’m pretty sure they would have sympathy for me, perhaps even granted me a pardon.

However, I thought to myself, I am not in front of an objective judge or jury; I am having a subjective experience. Both I and the other person were communicating from a perspective that was so wrapped in our own entire life stories that – try as we each might – it would be hard for either to understand without a long, drawn out autopsy.

It was a familiar realisation that I’m no longer playing the survival game I played as a child, when I was forced to explain my actions and learned to use words to rationalise out everything in my experience. This is a silent begging for recognition of the right to my own views, wrapped up in the angry indignation and resentment at being treated as I was a child.

This game no longer serves me, it gives my power away (the power of my own discernment, my own decision making) to the person I’m speaking to. In fact, I realise, this is not a game I can ever win, even if it was an old survival strategy that was relevant, is surviving winning at life?

And the fact is, I’m holding onto old resentments, wanting the respect that was taken from me rather than respecting who I have become in spite of it all.  

Resentment is a complex and deep rooted emotion, and I knew that while I certainly harboured resentments in my life, I also needed to explore the ancestral ties to some of those feelings too. For, perhaps like you, I had inherited certain philosophies and beliefs about life and people that already carried the stench of resentment right from the outset.

So I was excited to be in a Family Constellation session facilitated by a good friend of mine this week. I’m always blown away by how quickly I can switch my focus to the wider quantum field of energy in these sessions; it’s a powerful way to connect with those (usually hurt) parts of me that need to be seen as well broader sense of who I am unencumbered by my experiences in this physical body.

This session did not disappoint. The question I brought to the field was one seeking clarity on why I turn my emotions in on myself.  With a chronic shoulder pain, which signals holding back emotions, a recent kidney stone and a also a fibroid growing in my womb (both growths signalling the suppression of anger and resentment to the extent the body creates a physical demonstration of the feelings), it felt important for me to get a broader perspective than just the thoughts in my head, I also needed to consider the emotional stories I’d inherited.

So with proxies chosen for Control and Emotion, we were underway. It was a fascinating exchange: Emotion was happily waving about like a tree in the wind and wanted to hug Control (when Control was frozen and very closed to an interaction). As Control softened, Emotion wanted to create distance, it was an interesting dance.

As I entered the field, not knowing what I was a proxy for, I wanted to keep both at a safe distance and could feel myself like a sentry on guard. This was particularly true when Control hid behind Emotion; I was extremely uncomfortable and paid Emotion zero attention because I was on high alert for Control. Once I had Control back in my sights I then felt more curiosity about Emotion. And when Emotion moved away, I felt a grief for not having gotten closer.

At this point I discovered that I was a proxy for my reproductive system. I could sense though that this wasn’t just about my reproductive system, in fact, there was way more trauma coming through from previous generations. As Control and Emotion worked together more it allowed the Reproductive System to disengage, to retire.

Not only has it done the amazing job of producing two children, it has been much wiser than me and processed my suppressed feelings on my behalf for as long as I can remember.  All be it, this has manifested in many things that – on the face of it – I would not have asked for. But my body has been trying to get my attention in the only way it knew how to.

This highlights my womb has always been in a state of alert and actually does better when the stressors are known, if all seems calm I actually go into a state of hyper vigilance on the look out for control, to the point of completely ignoring my emotions.

Then came this feeling of utter shock, as it hit me that I (Reproductive System) was no longer required and I felt lost, not knowing what I was to do. The others in the field described me as if I were suffering from PTSD at this point. That is precisely how I felt, as if I were staring across a fallen battlefield; I was numb.

Wrapping me in a warm cloak, I was aware that my facilitator friend was asking me to sit down, and lean against Control and Emotion for support. I have no idea how long I stayed there, it felt like a long time.

But then I had the most sublime experience. It was as if, on the floor before me, a pool of light opened up, it was in the shape of a heart. It was a nurturing, healing light, full of love and warmth and compassion. Within that light came the answer I was looking for, that my womb – now free of its reproductive duties and being honoured and unshackled from its role as guardian of my resentment, overwhelm and other emotions – was now the portal to this light, taking its rightful place as the seat of creative power within my being.

Without all that distraction and burden, it is freed up energy available to support my creative expression and growth. As I continued to watch this pool of light I saw within it a DNA strand unwind and reconfigure, this represented not only a different possible future for me, but for my children, and theirs.

Next I saw a Phoenix rising and, as I continued to watch, the Phoenix became a She Wolf. As I watched the She Wolf standing proudly in this light, the facilitator friend (who knew nothing of the vision I was having) came along and serendipitously put a proxy directly on the pool of light. This was a proxy for me; my reproductive self watched on in delight.

The feeling of that experience is one I have shared with a few people already, and it is still with me. If you have ever experienced moments of grace like this you will know what I mean. But if you have not I can only wish the same for you, for they are sublime beyond anything you can simply see with your eyes, smell with your nose, taste with your tongue, touch with your hands or hear with your ears. This pure essence can only be felt in your heart.

It certainly has provided a wonderful experience to help me switch over from focusing on what was taken away from me and, instead, focus on what I have been given instead, a whole new lease of life. What is it you feel has or is being taken from you? And what possibilities, gifts or opportunities have arisen as a result?

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It seems to me that more and more people are becoming less identified with their thoughts and the self, and more aware of their connection to something much greater. At first I wondered whether it was because that is what had been happening to me over a number of years, a bit like when I’d want something as a child and then I’d suddenly start seeing that thing all over the place.

However, listening to Scott Shute , the Head of LinkedIn’s Mindfulness and Compassion Programe, he was citing the growth of mindfulness practices in recent years. He was saying there was only 5% of Americans who practiced some kind of mindfulness just a few short years ago, compared to a growing 15% today, and many more who are familiar with the term and have tried mindfulness practices.

Dr Jean Houston talks about how we are at the end of one era but not quite in the new era, rather we are standing on the precipice and she invites us to leap across the chasm. In Jean’s terms we are moving out of the era of the “local human” and into the era of the “quantum human”.

I certainly feel called to help usher in this new era. A world in which people are more aware of the thoughts and feelings that define their boundaries and, simultaneously, connection to all else, is the one I came for, the one I champion.

Jean says “speak like angels and use words like wands”. In my view, C.S.Lewis was a master at this. When he writes in The Magician’s Nephew, the prequel to The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe about the birth of a new world, Narnia, it gives me goosebumps.

The children discover a place, a wood between worlds, where everything is peaceful and calm. This place is a portal to many worlds and they find themselves in a new world unborn. When they arrive there is nothing, just blackness, no stars, no sound, no sense of anything. They are naturally drawn to sing to keep themselves cheerful and sane and, after a while, they hear another sound...

“In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing...it seemed to come from all directions at once...its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise ever heard.”

“Then two wonders happened at the same moment. One was that the voice was suddenly joined by other voices; more voices than you could possibly count. They were in harmony with it, but far higher up the scale: cold, tingling, silvery voices. The second wonder was that the blackness overhead, all at once, was blazing with stars...single stars, constellations, and planets, brighter and bigger than any in our world.”

“If you had seen and heard it, you would be quite certain that it was the stars themselves which were singing, and that it was the first voice, the deep one, which had made them appear and made them sing.”

“The voice on the earth was now louder and more triumphant; but the voices in the sky, after singing loudly with it for a time, began to get fainter... far away, and down near the horizon the sky began to turn grey. A light wind, very fresh, began to stir. The sky, in that one place, grew slowly and steadily paler. You could see the shapes of hills standing up dark against it.  All the time the voice went on singing.”

“The eastern sky changed from white to pink and from pink to gold. The voice rose and rose, till all the air was shaking with it. And just as it swelled to the mightiest and most glorious sound it had produced, the sun arose.”

This revealed the singer, the mighty Aslan, the creator of this land. He went on singing in a more gentle, rippling lilt, creating grass, plants and trees, and then the song changed once more, it became far wilder and – from this – the first creatures appeared. 

As I think about Jean’s proposition to leap across the chasm and cling to the ledge of a new era, I think of those children sitting in the darkness breathing life where once there was nothing and witnessing a whole new world appear.

I think of the cumbersome impossibility of trying to disentangle and reengineer the outdated societal systems we live with, and instead I imagine those behind me, my face to the new era, listening intently to the voices that are singing it into creation. That is where my attention must lie, and where my own voice must ring out.

In this world  between worlds, I think the heart is the quiet stillness – C.S. Lewis’s wood between the worlds – and in it we find the portal to our quantum self, and thus this new era.

Sarah Blondin describes this portal as having an umbilical chord to the divine (or greater intelligence or whatever word you feel most comfortable using for something bigger than ourselves). To cultivate this she says:

“It is practice and it is discipline. The heart knows its worth and needs to smell the sincerity on your breath and glimpse earnestness in your eyes, it needs to know you are kneeling at the doorway of your heart”.

I recognise in my own journey the many divine experiences I had by sheer grace in the year before my mum died. Since then I have been busy working to unshackle myself from my story so far, to unpeel the layers of experiences that have generated self limiting beliefs, unhealthy relationship patterns and chronic health conditions.

But, as Jean Houston says, this is the local human. There is a broader part of me – the higher self, the quantum human – that knows no such shackles. While recognising and honouring the challenges as the local human, it feels time to turn my attention more to the part of me I’ve always been aware of, but not lately been so focused upon.

As Jean describes beautifully, this is the part of me that says “I lure you with love into the universe and I pour myself into you”.

At this dawning of a new era, I feel it’s important to look into the shadows of that local human to free myself of unnecessary burden, but equally as important to practice sensing into that broader part of me that notices the serendipities of life lining up in so many subtle ways.

That broader part of me knows, expects even, to co-create this new era of human evolution with many others and the universe itself.  As Sarah Blondin asks, so I would ask you, how much time are you spending kneeling at the doorway of your heart? How much time in your day do you nurture that quiet stillness within you? Let us usher in this new era together.

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One of my top goals or priorities in life right now, as has been the case for a while, is to come into the fullness of who I am. To allow that to happen, I have been focused on my physical and emotional health, a peeling back of all the layers of stuff that I have taken on throughout my life.

It is not until I started this process that I have gained an appreciation for just how much stuff a person can accumulate.

I began by looking at the things that triggered me, I observed the thoughts in my head and started to see the underlying beliefs that percolated beneath, a lot of them not even actually congruent with what - in the present day - I have more consciously come to believe.

Instead, when I was triggered about something, I was most often flung back to a point in my childhood. This became most obvious when I’d be reacting to something the kids had done and I’d find myself sounding just like one of my own parents on autopilot.

This last few weeks I’ve been feeling physically out of sorts, the reason why became apparent when my left kidney started aching painfully and kept me from sleep, then I could feel a stone moving down through the ureter across my abdomen the next day, and finally its release and relief the following day.

Metaphysically kidney stones represent repressed or suppressed anger and resentment, crystallising physically as a stone. Reflecting upon this deeply, and acknowledging the voices in my head of late, I could see that (as the lockdown had progressed) I’d slipped back into some old thought patterns, pointing to some healing that needs attended to.

Clearly, as Dr Jean Housten would say, I had not been doing my internal housekeeping. This was quite true, and I can see in hindsight where these thought patterns started gaining momentum and turning me sour so to speak.

Anger is a great indicator that my personal boundaries have been violated.  By boundaries I mean the things I like and dislike, what is right for me, what is wrong for me, how I let myself be treated by others. In effect, my personal boundaries are what uniquely define and separate me from everything else.

“Signs of unhealthy boundaries”, says Teal Swan, “are saying no when you mean yes (or vice versa), feeling guilty when you say no, acting against your integrity and values to please others, or not speaking up when you have something to say, and so on.”

Through the personal work I had done to date, I recognised myself as having weak personal boundaries growing up, and a pattern of eventually exploding in anger as a way to affirm myself long after they had been overstepped. While I had done quite a bit of work in this area, I wanted to do a thorough spring clean, to “blow smoke on where I begin and others end” as one of my good friends said.

For this I’d highly recommend Yvette Rose’s book Healing Your Boundaries, it was an easy and insightful read and helped me put words to things that I had long since felt and been unable to express in a way that felt comfortable and empowering.

After the kidney stone had passed I awoke the next morning to read what dreams I had recorded the night before (I often jot these down half asleep through the night) and found an intriguing statement I had written:

Our greatest weaknesses can be exploited and used against us in an orchestra of our own demise.

I had no recall of writing this, but I knew instinctively it was referencing the kidney stone that had passed, and the broader picture of what it meant. Who does the exploiting? I do. Without addressing my now unhealthy childhood (emotional or physical) survival strategies, and asserting firm boundaries calmly, I am creating my own demise.

I’m aware that many of my boundary issues arise from the relationship I had with my mother growing up. It was not an untypical parent-child relationship, she was a strongly opinionated lady who had strict views on our behaviour and morals and it did not serve me in my younger years to argue if I felt any differently.

It would have been my mother’s birthday this week if she were still here, I’ve seen firsthand what illness can do to a person’s body. While she had no interest in the metaphysical herself, I can see quite clearly how life experiences weigh upon a person and create terrible suffering.

I have no such desire to suffer. I feel it is important that I get this sacred vessel of mine, the body in which I reside for my time here in this life, into as healthy a state as possible, for there is much to do.

Earth is awakening to a new level of consciousness, and I am committed to building that bridge to a new era in enlightened human life. It seems to me that we are all so much more than we see, and it is time to see with new eyes, to hear with our hearts and to move towards our best life.

Do you have unhealthy boundaries that you need to heal?

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The thought occurred to me, who am I without my story?

The reason it occurred to me was because I was working with someone who can intuitively feel trauma and stuck energy within a body, and work to clear it. We were talking about a time in my life, long ago, when I had my heart shattered and my self esteem suffered badly; with many unhealthy self depreciating thought patterns arising. This had then led to many more unwanted things like an unhealthy relationship, panic disorder and a car accident.

The healer said he could remove that trauma and all its associated effects from my body and asked whether I would like him to. There is a big part of me who would love to just shrug off any chains that shackle me in an instant; to be immediately free of the effects of any of those harder experiences. 

The fact is though, I really wasn’t yet ready to let go of that part of my story. I got a vision in my head of a hand delving deep into a murky pond and wrenching a weed from the bottom; it stirred up everything else in its wake.

What I seek, more than just ridding myself of all trauma, is a conscious unwinding of all of it. I have a desire to peel back the layers gently, in reverence, one at a time, and create someone more whole in the process as I described in Take Your Broken Pieces and Make a Beautiful Life.

I think of who we show up as in the world like the layers of an onion, with layer upon layer of experiences that occur in our lives because of the meaning we have associated with our earliest events. As Dr Gabor Mate says in Shattered Minds “Of all the environments the one that most profoundly shapes the human personality is the invisible one: the emotional atmosphere in which the child lives during the early critical years of brain development.”

Margaret Mahler, child psychologist and researcher, further explains “To the infant, the world reveals itself in the image of its parents: in eye contact, intensity of glance, body language, tone of voice and, above all, in the day to day joy or emotional fatigue exhibited in the presence of the child.”

I’m aware therefore that I began receiving signals and making unconscious meaning of this world (and myself within it) from all these non-verbal signals long before I could even talk. It is no surprise then, as I heard a therapist say in the Transcendence 2 series, that the most commonly held beliefs we have are:

• I’m not good enough
• I’m not important
• Mistakes and failures are bad
• If I make a mistake or fail, I’ll be rejected

And so, as I came to see life through my unique lenses (a veritable cocktail of things like genes, disposition, and experiences), my experiences served to further perpetuate and instil whatever beliefs I had first formed. While it is reassuring to know that this is exactly as every human does, I find it’s also startling to realise that is quite separate from my parents’ (good) intentions and it was all well in motion before I started to more consciously become aware of myself.

As I peel back the layers, I reconcile the emotions and unhelpful beliefs and come to a deeper understanding of who I am and how to move forward without being shackled to that part of the story. And that is the real key I think, it’s not that my story changes, it’s how it lives within me that changes.

A friend suggested writing each emotional or physical trauma in my life, and the meaning I had made of each, on separate pieces of paper, then creating a beautiful box and placing all the pieces inside. Finally, with love, gift the box to the elements and let nature take its course. I like this idea symbolically, but however it happens, the tethers must be cut in order for me to come into the fullness of who I am.

It is also not just a story of triumph over trauma and challenge; it is a life that has (and has had) many beautiful people and wonderful experiences that have filled me with hope and light over the years. They too are part of the fabric of who I am, as I have talked about in articles like Who Showed You Unconditional Love?

As I cut the attachments to the things that keep me weighed down, I must also learn to use the positive experiences as wind beneath my wings. All of this is part of the experience of enlightenment in every sense of the word.

Each of us will feel called to unshackle ourselves in different ways, but unshackle we must if we are to truly fly.

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It feels good to feel good. This sounds like an obvious statement, but I had actually forgotten how good it feels.

An old friend of mine sent me a link to a song this week, it reminded him of some time we had spent together with our swim team way back in 1985. We then got to reminiscing about old times, as is our tendency when we have touched base now and again over the years.

I enjoyed the conversation, being reminded of simpler, less encumbered times always feels good. I suspect this happens a lot in the era of social media. What I notice though, is this often ends up in an emotional entanglement, especially between men and women; it certainly used to for me, because I would attribute my feeling good entirely to that person.

What has changed for me is my perspective. As I got older there seemed to be more that made life complicated and weighed me down. If things got particularly bad, I would attribute those feelings to a person or circumstance and often move on.

Then I got to a point after a lot of life changes when I looked in the mirror and realised the only way I was going to feel good about myself and my life is if I changed what was going on in the inside. Really, every article I have ever written is a reflection of this journey of personal growth and change.

Catching up with my friend gave me a bit of a litmus test on how far I’ve come. Going back to those days of childhood innocence, of what fun, love and heartache at twelve and thirteen feels like, is light in contrast to my life today.

More importantly, it gives me something tangible, a real feeling point within me, of what I’m aiming for as I actively seek to become less encumbered in my self-limiting thoughts and beliefs by reaching for new ones.

As we caught up on our lives today, we both share in common having started a family rather late, we laughed at ourselves having taken on such a foolish task in our forties. Of course I love my children, but there is no denying that parenting is a strenuous task, one that pushes me beyond the brink of my comfort zone most days.

Life at home, with two adults trying our best to provide a good life for our highly spirited children, is challenging. I’ve come to appreciate that my partner and my kids are reflecting back to me all those self limiting beliefs and narratives I have going on in a very intense way; it’s like a boot camp for personal development.

I’m also aware, that in the past, in the time before I looked too deeply into the mirror, my gaze would have fallen on my circumstances and the people in it, and I would have felt my dissatisfaction towards them instead of the real culprit.

In fact, thinking about my time in the swim team again took me right back to that juncture in my life when I started to look outside myself in a really tangible way for other people to make me feel good.

Having grown up in a family with two parents who were solidly together, and often against me, I thought I was half of a whole, and somewhere out there was my other half. Certainly the messages surrounding me in society supported that, especially all those happily ever after Disney-type tales.

It took me a long time to realise that I am actually whole within. As I said, there were a lot of self doubts, fears and other self limiting beliefs that certainly made me feel less than whole, but as I have started to address those I have a real sense of just how whole, and what a powerful creator of my own reality, I am.

It is quite a lovely thing to have people in my life who are an emblem of a life less encumbered and remind me of the feeling I’m working towards.

Another example from that early juncture in my life is my grandparents, who died when I was fourteen. While a part of me would have dearly loved to have known them better as an adult, I know instead I am left with a sincere impression of something very precious; I still feel my grandad’s interest in my swimming and see his beaming face, and I still cherish within me my gran’s gentle eyes, and her care and kindness.

I like to think of my friend, grandparents and others, as my soul family; people and circumstances that represent a part of my essential self, the one I wish to reclaim.

Even in my adult life, my partner and I reminisce the days we used to go out on our boat before the children came along. Although it was laborious getting the boat ready and then unloading and cleaning when we got home, there was an amazingly middle part that made it worthwhile; lazing on the deck, watching the sun dance on the water.

There are many examples in my life of times that felt good when I start looking for them, times shared with special people in my life in the past and present. They are not there to beckon me back towards them and to repeat those circumstances, but to remind me of how good it feels to feel good.

​What or who in your life reminds you of how good it feels to feel good?

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“The wound is the place the light enters you.” Rumi

I saw this flash up in one of the Transcendence 2 episodes about emotional healing, which I had been watching fresh from the heat of an argument.  I’m not going to pretend that I let the light in and had an epiphany at this point, the feelings of the trauma recreated in the argument were still flowing through me and I was basically distracting my mind by watching.

It’s important to point out the word re-created here. I’ve moved past the phase in my life where I’m completely identified with any self limiting thought patterns for any length of time, I’ve stopped labouring on points of principle and right and wrong. But on a bad day, and in the heat of an argument, yes siree, I report for rewind and repeat duty.

Thankfully it doesn’t take long for conscious awareness to kick in, and I realise the details of the argument are not important. What is important to me is to recognise the pattern, and uncover what about the whole interaction poked at an old wound and caused the flare up into automatic pilot.  I try to use each opportunity as a chance to at least let the light in retrospectively.

In that moment, however, I was just too exhausted to do anything more than recognise that this was exactly what had happened. The self righteous voices in my head disappeared and I vowed to look at it afresh when I had the energy, clearly there was some work to be done.

I do wonder sometimes if I will ever be free enough of the encumbering patterns to live life as my kintsugi-ed essential self. Kintsugi is a traditional Japanese art that uses a precious metal (liquid gold or silver dusted with powdered gold) to bring together the pieces of a broken pottery item and at the same time enhance the breaks.

As I’ve said many times, those unhealthy thought patterns really came about from my early childhood, in the process of my making meaning about how to be loved and to survive. I know I came into this life with an expectation of growth and expansion, so I look at the process of taking on those thoughts (which started out as helpful forty years ago), recognising they are no longer helpful, then healing and integrating them, in a similar way to kintsugi.

In a bid to quantify this in some way, earlier today I drew out what I called the pain body. The inspiration came to me after watching an energy healer do work on moving stuck energy in a couple of peoples’ biofield. As she worked through their fields, identifying and clearing traumas, it was very clear that both people viewed trauma differently.

Unlike the healer, I know both these people well. One, who I know to be highly sensitive, empathic and more likely to assign meaning to events, had a significantly larger amount of stuck energy in their field. The other, who tends to be more present in their body, had relatively little stuck energy.

There were also no real surprises in their fields, as both had previously talked about the issues that came up. The surprise was that those issues were stuck in there because of the depth of emotion that had been felt and meaning assigned to them by the individual.

I created a picture in my head of my own biofield projecting out around me with the significant events in my life reflected in it. Within my body I saw the beliefs, the repeated thought patterns, which I had developed as a result of making meaning of these events and their potential to cause disease. While many of my beliefs will have had their origins in the time before conscious thought or memory, the stuck patterns will have reflected themselves in later life events anyway and are likely quite visible.

So I first listed out all the significant events I could think of year by year. This ran to three pages. I thought about the two people whose biofield I’d witnessed being cleared and imagined if I were like the second person, and did not feel so much around me, I’d likely have less than a page.

The usefulness in this thought was really only in appreciating how different we all are. We all carry unwanted baggage around with us, but I have high sensory sensitivity, am an empath and meaning maker by nature so my baggage cart was so full I could not even see myself behind it when I started becoming aware of all this on the journey to me.

“The worst predator is our thoughts” says Dawson Church. If you feel any sort of discomfort that is a sure sign you have emotional baggage. Then one of the other presenters in Transcendence 2 asked “Is there someone you haven’t forgiven?” and I know the answer to that in most cases is me. I am very good at forgiving others, but seem to have unreasonably high standards for myself.

This week, after a nostalgic conversation with an old friend, it took me back to a time in my childhood when I was less encumbered, it was nice to feel into that and get a good look at the girl pushing the baggage cart. It’s a useful technique to imagine a conversation between present day me and child me, because I find it a lot easier to forgive myself in hindsight.

My friend was encouraging my writing and it got me to thinking about some of the other people in my life that have really cheered me on and believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. As I result I decided to get in touch with my first swim coach and share with him what his belief in me had meant through the years, only to discover that he had sadly died back in July of 2018.

I lost touch with him in my twenties, and had kicked myself for not getting in touch with him in 2016 when I wrote Magic Happens When You Believe in People. Bill Tinney was the kind of man everyone only had good things to say about, and he took time out his busy schedule to break things down for me so I could perfect my technique.

After I had exchanged a couple of emails with his son, I walked out onto our deck to take a look at the night sky and, would you believe it, I saw a shooting star. I like to think that was Bill acknowledging he had heard and understood, and was still cheering me on.

I figure if I am going to look at what is encumbering me, I should also look at the good stuff: the things that went well in my life, the helpful beliefs I held, the happy moments and the people who believed in me, those are the parts that are worth dwelling on. In fact, these are the very things I need to expand on to get in a better feeling place more of the time

I’ll finish up with a quote from BrightVibes “Stop being ashamed of how many times you have fallen, and start being proud of how many times you have got up.” No matter how broken, the willingness to take ownership of and examine our broken pieces allows the light to enter and the wound to be healed and integrated into a stronger, less encumbered and more expanded you.

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I heard from someone this week who was sorely disappointed with the Mother’s Day she experienced. While her husband and kids had recognised Mother’s Day and given her gifts, it was a far cry from her expectations. She did not really feel seen, understood and – most desired of all – cherished in her role as a mother.

This was similar to some parts work I had been watching recently where a young woman was struggling to reconcile the relationship she had with her grandparents, who had brought her up. Each time she visited them she had expectations about her emotions being seen and validated, instead, she continually felt crushed and unseen in this regard and would take about a week to recover from the sting.

Emotional intimacy was what she yearned for from her family yet, as much as she yearned, she had never glimpsed it in that relationship. The teacher pointed to how the young woman was continually torturing herself. She reminded us that doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.

They explored both the part of her that desperately wanted to be seen and understood by her family, as well as the part within her that did not want to let go of the relationship despite the pain it was causing her. This led to the revelation about other needs she did get met – and value – from that connection with them.

The teacher asked her to consider, that while the potential was there for her family to meet her need to be seen and understood emotionally, there was a strong likelihood they never would have the kind of relationship she wanted and to consider that those needs could be met elsewhere.

Pointing out the power in reminding (that part of) herself (that wanted emotional intimacy), in advance of any visit to her grandparents, of all the wonderful needs that would be met; the teacher went on to make another suggestion.

This was for the young woman to take a more curious approach in her relationship with her grandparents, sort of make it her mission for the visit to get to understand them, their life experiences and what makes them tick.

I did see how – in seeking to understand them better – it would give her something more empowering to focus on, and perhaps even more insight into the emotional world of her grandparents and thus some of the intimacy she had been seeking.

All of this reminded me of some words I first heard almost fourteen years ago, to let go of the cumbersome impossibility of trying to control people and circumstances, when the only thing we can really control is our reaction to what is happening around us.

In both of the examples above I recognise expectations I once had of other people too and won’t pretend that they have completely disappeared. In so many aspects of my upbringing, from the expectations and boundaries that were set around my behaviour and choices, to the role models I had, the books I read, the programmes and movies I watched, a picture was created in my head of what a good partner/mother/father/colleague and so on looks like.

Now I recognise this was all conditioning and, while there are certainly generally agreed archetypes, for mothers for example, expectations do vary from person to person, within cultures, times and societies. As the lady who got herself into a self professed funk over Mother’s Day said, it is literally published, advertised and displayed everywhere.

I feel this kind of sets us up for a fall. As a mother I know I’m still wading my way through trying to figure out my authentic desires versus those that were indoctrinated deliberately or inadvertently. I also know the expectations I put on myself are different to every one of my friends who are mothers; some differences are minor, others major.

In every role I‘ve held and hold in life I used to feel righteous in some ways, a failure in others; now I just feel that each one of us is doing our best. I’ve also noticed I hold a lot of contradictions within myself.

One of the big contradictions going on in my life at the moment is “I want this to end; I don’t want this to end”. A lack of personal space has had me yearning for an end to the lockdown, yet I’ve enjoyed our family bubble and there is a part of me grieving that it is coming to an end.

There have been times I’ve felt understood and appreciated, times I’ve felt taken for granted and used, and times I’ve felt invisible and powerless. There have been times it has been intense. Other times it has been easy. In all of it there is only one thing that has really changed, and that is the script in my head. When I catch myself thinking about what I or anyone else should do, I know I’m just buying into some conditioning.

Sometimes that means I have to go into the shadows and get a really good look at whatever part of me is lurking there, other times it means I just need to change my focus in that moment, it just depends on what has triggered me and how strongly I’m feeling it.

There have also been times in my life when I know that I cannot continue in a role and be true to myself, and I have walked away. But mostly, when weighing up the pros and cons, it’s not the role I need to change, it’s the narrative. Otherwise I live in continual self torture, which is a miserable life and I don’t want to feel miserable, do you?

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About this time five years ago I watched one of the most fascinating exchanges I’ve seen. It was between Dr Wayne Dyer and Esther Hicks at a Hay House conference as he interviewed the collective consciousness Esther accesses and calls Abraham. He had been a fan of Abraham teachings for many years and was relishing the opportunity to gain some insights from this more abstract level of consciousness within our infinite intelligence.

It is clear in the interview that, as well as acknowledging it in words, Dr Dyer held the Abraham teachings in great reverence. The interview goes on for almost two and a half hours, but my absolute favourite part is towards the end when Dr Dyer, normally the teacher on stage, becomes the student and is shifting uncomfortably as he recognises the wisdom in what he is being taught.

It is a moment of such humanness that it touched me to the core, and the lesson stayed with me. Hay House has just replayed it as part of their You Can Heal Your Life Summit, as they have most years, and I made a point of relistening to it just to hear that lesson again. I’d sum the lesson up as:

Don’t get so stuck in the problem that you continue to feed its energy and exacerbate it, focus instead on the solution and how it will feel to you when there is no longer a problem.

I can only agree wholeheartedly with a review of the conversation when someone named Hank writes “I laughed out loud when Dr Dyer expressed how GMOs (genetically modified organisms) and their corporate manufacturers piss him off. Abraham’s answer is worth the price of the video. Anyone who is an activist can really benefit from taking this wisdom to heart.”

While this is true, I look to that lesson every time anything feels unjust in my life, be it to do with an issue my kids have had at school, a legal stance on natural health remedies or something that is of great public debate. When I feel I am right on some sort of moral grounds and start to feel myself getting hot under the collar, I think of the wise words I heard.

Part of what Abraham was trying to teach Dr Dyer is there are many sides to an argument, and to push against someone is to create resistance, further entrenching them in their position. I know when someone challenges my point of view in an emotive way I can instinctually feel that I get drawn to defend my position. Yet there are usually good points on all sides of an argument and, certainly, one solution does not fit all.

As if to really drive this lesson home again, I got a few extreme reactions to a documentary I shared on social media that was raising some questions about the approach to the current COVID-19 situation. The documentary was subsequently deleted, which I found disappointing especially when there are plenty of videos that attempt to debunk it still live.

Some of the reactions were skewed by one of the points in the documentary, which was questioning the validity and wisdom of mandatory vaccinations. Despite being only one of many points, this immediately invoked extreme reactions on both sides of that debate. So, instead of entertaining that, I posted this:

“I've deleted my posts lest they divert your attention from what I believe is the most important point here.

What I'm most interested in is the freedom of people to express an opinion, and I'm disappointed that big platforms continue to remove things like this. I don't believe in absolute truth versus lies, what popular opinion and science presents as truth continually changes, just as what I personally feel as my own truth continues to grow and evolve.

It’s interesting but very human for people to call a whole documentary crazy sauce because one person featured in it has been debunked as crazy by a faction of society. Our human tendency is to debunk everything someone says if they disagree with our core beliefs or motives in some way. I don't believe nor disbelieve what was said as a whole, but the documentary made some interesting points that resonated with me.

Let us all be free to express our own views and explore others because the only gate keeper of our own truth lies within each of us. Trust that.”

Interestingly, with the topics removed from the discussion, and as if to underline the lesson I had reheard, this new post got far more positive interest than the previous ones. I don’t have a transcript of that interview, but here in summary is what stuck with me from that iconic conversation about GMOs:

Noticing the problem is a good thing, just don’t get stuck there. Dr Dyer spent most of the conversation trying to get Abraham to acknowledge what he saw as the problem with genetically modified foods and was talking about a commitment he had made to actively educate people about the problem.

One person who is actively focused on the solution is more powerful than millions who are not. If you do get stuck in the problem, as is the human tendency to get in the middle of things, eventually (assuming there is enough desire for change) a solution will come about. However, this means enduring a lot of unnecessary suffering.

Dr Dyer was talking about how the fruit being sold on Maui no longer had seeds in it, and Abraham asked him “all the fruit?” “Well” said Dr Dyer, “80% of it.” The answer? “Focus on the 20%, on how delicious it tastes and how good it feels to know the natural fruit can be replanted in the back yard from its seeds for generations to come.”

There is a moment of obvious frustration where Dr Dyer says “But won’t you at least acknowledge the issue?” With that, Abraham challenges him “Can you acknowledge that, on the other side of the fence from where you sit on this, there might have been some benefits to the human race in GMOs?”

Abraham was certainly not advocating for GMOs, the wisdom was instead pointing to an acknowledgement of the many sides to the argument. Even if one of those sides is the economic benefit, as it invariably is, it is a hard task to pit heath against money on moral grounds, the viewpoints on an individual level are far more complex.

In short, Abraham’s advice was to stop beating the drum of the problem and, instead, get out and promote the benefits of naturally grown, delicious foods. That is the approach with least resistance and the approach that invokes the energy of the universe in our favour.

I write these articles in humble acknowledgement that these are my own lessons. While I did not get particularly triggered by the reactions to the documentary I posted, or it being removed, I can admit that I did get very triggered by something of no significance at all on the world stage; an email from one of my children’s teachers about building will.

I think we are all activists on different levels, with different topics really activating our flight and fight responses, be it a niggle in our day to day existence or a debate of global importance. Any issues that activate us, whether big or small, are the ones that most benefit from taking a broader view, focusing on the solution, and creating a vision of the world in which we want to live.  

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I was reading an analogy of 2020 today as a year that was full of promise that seemed to get off to a false start.

Anne McNaughton’s said “Imagine Usain Bolt, the fastest sprinter in the world, lined up and hyper focused. The starter’s gun goes off and they bolt out of the starting blocks but then an alarm goes off – it is a false start and the runners, one by one, realising this at different lengths down the track stop, turn around and no doubt say a few choice words. A lot of mental preparation had to go into getting off to the best possible start and that has all been destroyed. There would not be many happy chappies in that line up”.

This is true, and I can’t count the times my partner has said “2020 isn’t at all how I imagined”, I suspect few could have imagined it this way. However, it has its silver lining; it has given many of us – and the planet – much needed breathing space.

Tomos Robert’s four minute video The Great Realisation, published this week, sums this up more beautifully than anything else I have read or seen to date. It is read as if written in the future, a father narrating a story to his children that explains why they say hindsight is 2020, well worth a watch.  

To pick up on the theme, this has certainly been an opportunity for me to get clarity on many things I would not have otherwise been able to see. With an end to lockdown in sight here in Aotearoa (New Zealand), my thoughts are turning to concrete actions that were not centre stage before we went into lockdown. It is a real chance for a do-over.

One of the things that has become crystal clear, having been forced into home schooling, is why my kids are normally so resistant going to school. Other than the big first day of school, which brought with it a sense of coming-of-age excitement – neither of my kids have ever relished going to school.

I can now see they haven’t grasped some of the basics and – as the curriculum advances – they are feeling more out of depth. It is hard for me to relate to this as I had no problem learning in school but my partner, who has ADHD and we suspect is dyslexic, spent most of his school years completely unengaged in class.

I do remember watching those in my own class at school who struggled and, even at that young age, could see the classroom environment wasn’t serving them. The last thing I want is my kids to spend the majority of their days in flight or fight mode from being forced to learn in a way that doesn’t suit their brain. So, as we start turning our heads towards life beyond lockdown, I am actively seeking screening and exploring alternatives for them.

Just as I have reflected on the children’s schooling, my partner has also had time to reflect on his work-life balance. For the first time since starting his business a few years ago, due to the lockdown, he returned a zero revenue balance last month. Things have truly gone back to the starting blocks in many ways, and allowed for a reset around expectations and workload.

While I highly recommend listening to Tomos Robert’s The Great Realisation video, there is another short video I want to share that might make you smile and lighten your heart. It was made by a family in Akoroa, here in New Zealand, and really captures the spirit of the family lockdown opportunity in a fun way with the Family Lockdown Boogie.
 
So while 2020 might not have got off to the start we were expecting, it may just have given us exactly what was needed: a chance for a do-over. What have you learned from this lockdown? Do you need more time for reflection? Or is it time to make your way back to the starting block and win at 2020 and beyond?
 
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I’ve discovered that, like everything else in my life from the way my kids behave, to the things that happen, sex is yet another thing that reflects back to me parts of myself that may be about old thought patterns and feelings.

When I was reading about Pavan Amara’s Take Back Your Body project, although I’ve never experienced sexual abuse directly, I could relate to the concept that taking back the narrative of sex is a crucial part of healing.

Amara says “After any sort of sexual violence, the way you think about sex and your body changes, so you think it’s not under your control, or you have to go with someone else’s likes and dislikes and you lose that connection to yourself. We look at ways of taking that back.”

Whether a person has been abused or not, I believe an unhealthy narrative about sex prevails among the collective conscious, and feelings of fear and shame still too often dominate the landscape in both sexes.
I recall listening to Teal Swan sharing that each time she runs a workshop and asks participants to raise their hands if they have felt fear for their life, all the women and many men raise their hands. When she starts to narrow that down to a shorter and shorter timeframe, the men are often gobsmacked that most women in the room still have their hands up when she asks who has felt that fear in the last week.

History tells us that females (and many males) have suffered at the hands of power-hungry men for centuries and, while life in the twenty-first century is changing in many places, oppression still exists both in the world around us and reverberates in the world within us. This is something I am mindful of in relation to my own experiences and those of my children.

My eldest daughter was inadvertently exposed to the topic of sex in a fictional story she had listened to recently that had been miscategorised under children’s books rather than for young adults. The main thread of the story was about time travelling back to Arthurian times to save the future. However, the plot apparently also included two teenage girls having sex and a baby being born.

This brought up questions for her about what sex is and, while I did not mind having the conversation, I hadn’t anticipated having to answer quite so many questions for another year or two. I had to explain to a somewhat bewildered young girl, who finds the whole concept rather abstract, that a whole new view of the world opens up when hormones start flooding our bodies in the teenage years; sex becomes desirable (when allowed to unfold naturally) and is just nature’s way of making sure we humans survive.

It made me reflect on my own experiences emerging into young adulthood, recalling the perplexing question of what a French kiss might be and what exactly was I to do with my tongue? And just how embarrassing everything seemed at that age, even asking that question of anyone was too much.

When I think of my first kiss in that genre, with an eleven year old boy in my class using his swanky digital watch to time it to two minutes, his tongue like a slab of meat sitting unchewed in my mouth, and his eyes focused sideward to the timer on his wrist, it was clear I wasn’t the only one clueless and uniformed. Of course, that was just the overhang of Victorian virtuosity in our upbringing.

Here, on the opposite side of the world, my partner was brought up in a different culture entirely; Kiwi male bravado reflects an archetype of patriarchal male entitlement to female flesh, like a set of untrained puppies that grow old having learned no tricks at all except the art of enthusiastic and instant gratification. 

Both those examples are clearly not everyone’s experience, especially those that have been exposed to sex or experienced sexual abuse at a young age, but it demonstrates how we all view sex through a filter of our own experiences; and there does seem a lack of examples around what healthy sexuality might look like.

Being the digital age there is no lack of material available on the topic of sex, but how much of it is actually helpful? I’ve noticed in this era of Coronavirus lockdown, on social media there seems an increase of bored blokes sharing weird videos and material designed for shock and titillation.

My youngest daughter, unbeknown to my partner, was looking over his shoulder when his phone pinged and there was one such video that popped up – sent via a social media app by an aforementioned archetype of the bored Kiwi bloke. “Mummy” she cried “someone has sent daddy a video of a man bouncing an exercise ball, like the one you used to have, on his willy.”

She thought this was hilarious, and thankfully didn’t see enough to have absorbed the sexual component of it. Needless to say, my partner has since taken a much more mindful approach to his device.

To me, of the prudish upbringing, this type of media automatically gets categorized in my psyche as smut and makes me view the man in the video (and anyone sharing it) as sad. In my partner’s psyche, it’s just funny, something to send on as a bit of bravado and one-upmanship in the shocking humour stakes.

Being a mother of daughters and someone who deeply understands how even things that are seemingly benign in intent can shape a person’s psyche, I am inclined to err on the side of caution when it comes to exposing my kids to life beyond their current point of development, a hard task in today’s world.

As I said in From Desires of the Flesh to Deep Connection our sexuality is deeply connected to all our other interactions. When I listen to the demeaning lyrics of a rap song, it creates images in my head, the same happens when watching a video, reading news, playing games… on and on. The question we each have to ask ourselves – and for our children as they emerge into young adulthood - is whether these images are pathways to love and connectedness or quite the opposite?

Science has shown us that the more exposed to something we are, the more desensitized to it we become and this is especially so when we have been indoctrinated into a way of being since early childhood, we have no conscious memory of our true feelings. I believe that many males simply don’t understand the female perspective and, what they see as harmless can often be disrespectful or even harmful.

I get that to most of the people out there sharing the videos I mentioned, it is all just a bit of fun. But there was a time – likely in childhood and before their conscious memory -  that it would have created a bad feeling within them.

Having read the work of Dr Gabor Maté, a Hungarian-born Canadian physician with a background in family practice and a special interest in childhood development and trauma, and in their potential lifelong impacts, I know the harm that comes from children being exposed too early and too insensitively to everything from noise to the thoughts and emotions of those around us.

This is where the collective consciousness on the topic of sex and sexuality gets perpetuated; where insensitivity arises.

For one friend of mine, this is a huge trigger and I understand why. Our sexuality, like everything else in our lives, develops through the filter of our experiences. Her experiences include bearing witness to a wide range of sexual abuse. As a healer, she knows the damage to our psyche when abuse occurs.

For me, as a female who has not been subject to what we would term abuse, I still bear witness to the thoughts and feelings and mistreatment of females and have my entire life. Everything from the lewd wolf whistling that accompanied any passing of a work site from a young age, to frightening moments at the hands of testosterone charged males fuelled with alcohol or even just at a football match.

There is definitely a sense in my psyche that these things are the manifestation of a collective experience that views females as objects rather than with reverence. So when it comes to the realm of my own body and my own relationships, this collective sense of my female heritage creates part of the lens through which I view sex.

I suspect the reason this plays out so emotively for me is because my soul knows reverence for both the masculine and feminine and can sense that neither is being truly honoured in much of what I’ve discussed here.

Sex is to be enjoyed, of that there is no doubt, but what are the blocks in the pathways to mutual joy that exist in your life? What are the fundamental ideas and beliefs you have that stand in the way of honouring this? What experiences do you need to heal? And what messages do we want to send to our collective sons and daughters?

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I had been doing some shadow work this week, which is to say I had been diving into the subconscious mind to surface some unhealthy thought patterns and feelings I had recently become aware of, when the universe gave me a sharp reminder to get out of the weeds and look at the big picture.

On this journey to me, I thoroughly enjoy the ah ha moments when something suddenly makes sense; it is like another piece of the puzzle falling into place and I become that little bit lighter and brighter. This was no different except I got stuck in the bad feeling of memories and details rather than focusing on healing; as if I wanted to punish myself more.

You see, for quite a while now I have been tracking my dreams, and I often get this feeling of being on the outside. When I explored this (see Heal Your Past Hurts To Help You Fulfill Your Potential) it took me back to a time in my early teenage years where I betrayed someone’s trust - twice - and unsurprisingly lost their friendship.

For a number of years, although I saw my once-friend on a regular basis, he ignored me and it created a deep sense of loss. He was someone who had got me and liked me and that was something I needed, I imagine it is something we all need.

Simultaneously I lost both grandparents on my dad’s side within a short period, and I used to go back to see their house often, sitting unseen in the neighbourhood outside knowing I could never go in again and I would never see them again.

This ache of not being able to connect with my friend, nor ever see my grandparents again, was palpable. This feeling then embedded itself over the years as friendships and relationships ended and, whether I had been the one to end the relationship or not, I would blame myself in some shape or form.

Being liked for who I am is important to me, as I am sure it is for most people. This wasn’t something I felt as a child, how could I when – like many kids – I was constantly being corrected and told what to do and who to be. I used to seek validation through my friendships and relationships, and it is true to say that still happens today to an extent.

My memories took me back through each friendship I had left behind or lost and I felt ashamed that I had hurt people, or not been worthy enough to hold onto certain friendships, perhaps I was just too intense for some people? As I contemplated all this I felt that there was a lack of integrity with myself that I needed to heal.

This, as you may imagine, was not a good feeling place. So, when we were playing a version of hide and seek today with our kids, as I was hiding under the table, my mind flashed back to this deep dive I had done on the feelings of being on the outside, and I reminded myself I had further work to do on it.

Then, suddenly, I was sprung from my hiding spot and – as I leap to my feet – my foot got caught in my trouser leg and it bent my big toe under me, making a crunching sound (a bit like when the chiropractor does a neck adjustment) as my weight landed on it.

I’m not sure if I have fractured anything, but I sure have given it a good wallop and my foot is rather swollen and bruised. Knowing accidents are often a subconscious way of punishing myself for guilty thoughts, I was intrigued by what my little reference books on the metaphysics of trauma would reveal.

Annette Noontil’s book said that the big toe is all about “the inner authority to love yourself and the will to stop judging yourself or others”. Obviously I had little trouble seeing a connection between that and the whole narrative I had been contemplating about past friendships and relationships.

Lise Bourbeau’s book said “The big toe gives direction to the others. An injury represents regret or guilt about the direction taken and will impact your future. You need to get back in touch with what you want for your future. Whatever your goals, regret or guilt will only serve to magnify your fears. Remember, there are no mistakes; there are only experiences that will be useful in your future.”

I contemplated this thought of keeping integrity with myself and recognised that there really is no way that anyone can get through life not hurting anyone nor being hurt. So, yes, shadow work is great - when it is brought into the light rather than me going off to dwell in the shadows.

There is a great article How and Why you Compromise Your Integrity  by Leon F Seltzer that explains this particularly well from a psychotherapy perspective. He asks “have you ever considered that the word integrity intimately relates to the kindred integration? Because if the different parts of yourself – each harbouring a voice and agenda of its own – aren’t well integrated, it may be impossible (across a large variety of situations) to keep your integrity intact...
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Your integrity, your wholeness, can come only from your integrated self.”

I also recognised the entanglement – the feelings from childhood of not being accepted for who I was, the loss of a friendship and the grief of loss of my grandparents - that had given rise to particularly potent sense of not belonging.

In fact, I can see how it feeds another part of me that lives in the shadows, highly anxious about speaking my truth for fear of? That is the question, as I unpick this, I see the jumble of entangled experiences that have led to and enforced this feeling of anxiety that arises. Luckily I have a louder part of me that compels me to speak my truth anyway; but then one part punishes the other with deep
rooted anxiety.

This is especially so on email, text and social media. Sherry Turkle says “When someone’s in front of you, you get to see the shadow of your words across someone else’s face.” Julie Beck explains “while social media allows for a back and forth dialogue, it is without any of the additional context of body language, facial expression and intonation. It’s harder, for example, to tell that someone found your word choice off-putting, and thus to correct it in real time, or try to explain yourself better.”

With all of this floating around my mind, it really is no wonder that the universe delivered a short shrift to get back in touch with what I want for my future, I was allowing my mind to dwell on all this and got stuck in the weeds. In fact, it is a great reminder to me to Get out of Your Head and into Your Heart. This kind of work is better healed and expedited in my heart space.

The reason I even do this kind of work is to bring me to that place of kindred integration that Leon Seltzer describes. The more integrated I am, the more at peace and in synch with myself I am rather than carrying the chaotic energy that had evolved from beliefs attached to old experiences. Integration creates greater clarity, and allows me to see more of the opportunities life is presenting to help me move forwards in a direction consistent with that kindred integration.

So what about you, rather than allowing your life to run on old neuro wiring that dwells in your past, is it time for you to get in touch with what you want for your future?

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The only way to be at ease with the world around me, is to be at ease with the world within me; which feels like a big job at times. It never ceases to amaze me how I might face the same circumstances as hundreds – thousands, or even millions – of other people and yet the range of responses to those circumstances is as varied as the people involved or even just observing.

Right now there is an excellent example of this globally with around a billion kids on the planet, who usually attend school, finding themselves at home with parents like me who are suddenly expected to home school on top of everything else. Or are we?

As I contemplated this whole arena of my kids learning at home during lock down, knowing I have actively considered and rejected the idea of home schooling for my family many times, my mind wandered to what my legal obligations actually are at this time.

After a few Google searches, I could find no answers. It reminded me of when my curiosity led me to investigate what our legal obligations are around attendance, how it is recorded and what actually constitutes a red flag. I like transparency and, instead, what I seemed to find is smoke and mirrors.

If I feel there is an expectation set around me delivering something, I get triggered. As a recovering perfectionist and people pleaser, this homeschooling stuff It is right on target to test me. This is the crux of what I mean about becoming at ease with my inner world, the felt expectation is a narrative I created about the outer world.

And while it is likely there are people in political power and the educational arena that have their own agenda and are indeed driving those expectations, I also recognise the opportunity that home schooling gives me at this time.

The fact is, my kids need some sort of attention, many times in each day; for my youngest it is a great deal of the day. I have choices: I can determinedly plough on with what I’m trying to achieve for myself, I can sweep aside all of that and just focus on my children, or I can manage some of both those things. The key for me is the word manage.

I need a plan; I had one in fact before we ever went into lockdown. I knew it was a prime opportunity to teach my kids how to get involved more in looking after themselves and the home they live in, there is also quite a number of card games and board games that largely get ignored in our house that I could see would be useful additions to managing the family dynamic.

Device time is a non starter for us, we already conducted that human experiment and came out the other side as I talked about in What Addiction Has to Teach Us on the Pathway to Joy. We certainly did not want to be cooped up with two frazzled kids, but I could see this was an opportunity for us to connect more as a family and cultivate respectful communication and compassion for one another.

What about school work? In its doses. There are things my kids are drawn to, and things they hate, this feels like the time to focus on what they are drawn to.

A good friend shared with me the words her child’s school had sent about accessing online learning materials throughout the lockdown; they were salve to my soul:

“The work on the Distance Learning site are suggestions only. It is up to individuals families to decide how much of the work their children complete. They are not intended to place undue stress on your family at this time.”

It was as if a weight lifted from my shoulders and my heart had space to breathe. I needed to hear that.

While it wasn’t directly from my own kids’ school, with the flight or fight response within me now set at ease, common sense and rational thought did manage to kick in. If that had come from a school in our country, it is the answer I had been seeking.

The communication went on like an enchanting, deeply resonant song drawing me in:

“Don't worry about your child regressing in school. Every single child is in this boat and they all will be okay. When we are back in the classroom, we will focus on their learning and meet their educational needs. Teachers are experts at this!

Don't pick fights with your children because they don't want to do any activities. Don't scream at your children for not following the timetable. Don't insist on 2 hours of learning time if they are resisting it. See if you can make learning fun through their play.

Over the coming weeks, you may see an increase in behaviour issues with your children. Whether it's anxiety, or anger, or protests that they can't do normal things - it will happen. You will potentially see more meltdowns, tantrums, and oppositional behaviour. This is normal and expected under these circumstances.

What children need right now is to feel comforted and loved. To feel like it is all going to be okay.”

In short, this kind of heart-felt communication set the perfectionist and people pleaser in me at ease. I felt understood, I felt my children were understood; I felt validated. I recognised that this is exactly the kind of communication I need to write to myself more often.

While this is a deep process of conscious learning for me, I also recognise there are many parents who don’t have these same triggers. They may be adopting the home school curriculum and that works well for them and their family, or they may wholeheartedly take an entirely different direction without even a thought or a care for what anyone thinks or expects.

My triggers are not necessarily your triggers, but you can be sure if you are feeling ill at ease in the world right now you are being triggered by something. Become aware of the narratives in your head, this is your opportunity to do something about them, it does not serve you to be in a chronic flight or fight state.

Yes, there is a new virus out there. Someone you know or someone you care about may even have died, and this – like all death – is hard for those left trying to figure out who they are in the world without that loved one. However, most people will not catch nor die from the virus; I know the more robust my immune system, the more likely I am to remain healthy. Nothing compromises a human immune system quicker than fear (check out Want Better Health? Be Shrewd About Stress for more information on that).

The chances are that you, like me, are faced with the challenges, and therefore opportunities, these movement restrictions have created. This is life calling you to become unencumbered of ideas and beliefs that may have served you once, but no longer do. Dive into the narratives, and really challenge yourself on whether those narratives help or hinder you.

Becoming at ease with our inner world is the key to being at ease in the world around us.

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I got an email today from someone in lockdown who is struggling to see any of the positive aspects in her life. It is serendipitous as I’d just been ruminating on the messages life has sent me over the years that I’d completely missed.

In hindsight I can see that some things I disregard or push away are the things I need to embrace. In fact, all the things in my life that feel uncomfortable, stressful or painful are all telling me something important.

The general thought pattern in my head goes like this “The thing I feel most inspired towards/want the most is X (fill in the blank), this particular issue has nothing to do with that and it doesn’t inspire me so I’m not going to focus on it.” In fact, it is fair to say I usually feel it would be easier to focus on all the other, less important, things if only I could have the one thing I desired the most first.

That blank (the thing I feel more inspired towards/want the most in my life) has been different things for me at different times. It’s not something that usually changes on a daily basis, but rather something that becomes an overarching or dominant theme for an extended period of time. And the longer I don’t have it, the more strongly I want it and the more I think about it, yearn for it and feel its absence.

As I was reminded by Claire Zammit in her Unlock Your Feminine Power talk recently, I do have aspirations in all areas of my life, and it is often helpful to focus on something of less importance in order to create some positive momentum.

There is no greater example of this in my life than when I wanted to start a family. After years of trying and four unsuccessful pregnancies, as I describe in Food for Your Best Life, it was only when I felt I’d done all I could and decided instead to focus on my overall health and wellbeing the way forward presented itself.

However, this is obviously not a lesson easily learned for me as I still have a tendency to focus on my main desire to the exclusion of all else. Yet when I turn to the other areas in my life that need attention, and are usually easier to get traction on, I get so much positive momentum. Usually, in hindsight, I see they were all intrinsically linked like a magic code to unlocking my deeper desire.

I’ll give you some examples. Despite my experiences that led to finally having the family I had dreamed of, I had gotten off track with my diet after the kids arrived. For a number of years I knew my body fitness and health needed some attention but it was not my dominant theme. My dominant theme was about uncovering my life’s purpose.

I allowed myself the excuses of a busy work life and a busy home life, and had argued in my mind that I could get through until about age sixty without making drastic changes, by then I’d have the time and energy to focus on it as the kids would be grown.

Then a couple of years ago life decided it had enough of my crappy excuses and sent some stronger messages as I contended with my first kidney stone, which I wrote about in What Are Our Thought Patterns Really Doing for Us?

I knew the changes that I wanted to make, I wanted to take up swimming again and eat a diet that resembled something consistently closer to nature rather than anything processed. Having given my mind permission to ignore this until I was sixty, my body rebelled.

My body had decided instead that my mid-forties were more suitable and delivered me some straight forward calls to action through my osteopath as I wrote about in Get Moving to Get Moving: Where Physical Exercise Fits into the Soul Journey and Listening to the Signs – My Road to Health.

In the midst of this I realised my life’s purpose - as discussed in How My Kids Helped Me Find My Purpose (and it is not them) – and my deepest desire then evolved into a desire to understand how to live my life’s purpose, how to be of service in the here and now.

Meanwhile the relationship I have with my partner is another example of an area of my life that was (and is) important to me, and it wanted its time in the sun despite my attention being focused on how to live my life’s purpose. As this year got underway, having come out of the long summer school holidays here in the southern hemisphere and an extended visit from a family member drawing to a close, I was ready for a big out breath; finally some time to myself.

However, only four days later my partner had an accident. Instead of out working, he found himself at home, incapacitated, for a few months. To give this context, he is a person who likes to be productive and enjoys being out and about serving his customers, meanwhile I enjoy the solitude that (and the kids being at school) brings.

This happened before our country was particularly concerned about the spread of COVID19 and a month before lockdown. I won’t deny that I had my moment of anguished “why me?” and “are you kidding me?” cries to the universe. My partner and I had not spent that much time alone together since before the kids were born and, while it required some major mental shifts on both our parts, it was a true gift.

Now, in light of the lock down, it has actually turned out to be such a blessing. That time together enabled us to be on a more solid footing together before the kids got added to the 24/7 environment.  As I described in Is This the Opportunity of a Lifetime? It is allowing us to work on our whole family dynamic and relationships.

Would I have chosen any of these things? The answer would be an emphatic no. However, I cannot deny that these are all areas of my life that are flourishing as a result of giving them some positive attention. That being the key, I think, they are all now receiving my positive attention rather than the negative light I saw them in beforehand.

Another area of my life coming to light, that I have been pushing away for some time, is about creative expression. I decided the other day that – while we are all in isolation together – I have to find a project I can work on in snatches that gives me an outlet for expressing that deeper part of me. The obvious answer, since I love to explore and focus my thoughts through writing is to write a book (or at least start one); something many people have suggested.

This idea is one I have never really felt inspired towards, but when I consider how uninspired I was about improving my health and relationships, and how well that has turned out, I’m thinking it’s an idea at least worthy of consideration since it keeps coming up.

It also tackles another area that I’ve been ignoring, and that is taking time for myself when the rest of the family are around. If ever there was a prime opportunity for cultivating that it is now.

There is a quote by Rumi “what you seek, is seeking you”, so what is seeking you right now? What challenges are you facing, and therefore what opportunities are staring you right in the face? If ever there was a time to really confront the obvious, it is now.

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In New Zealand we have gone boots and all into lockdown this week after initially taking a getting-slowly-sucked-down-the-plughole-of-coronavirus-control-measures approach since the first case was reported here at the end of February.

I guess, having watched our fellow humans across the globe tackle it in different ways, the government here decided we were better to jump to the most stringent control measures. So one day, when our kids were at school, there was an unexpected nationwide address at 2pm announcing all this. By 3pm our kids were being picked up along with all their schoolwork, and non essential businesses closing for a minimum of four weeks.

While I know there are people who are worried about having enough income to get through, I feel gratitude for the decisive action the government here have taken, and what appears to be relatively good communication, support and quick decisions; it is quite refreshing. We have one friend who, within a day, received a decent hardship payment, but I am sure it is not all plain sailing for everyone.  
As I pondered the irony of finding myself overnight taking on the role of homeschool mum (a role I have always rejected in absolute self awareness despite my views on Evolving Education) I related strongly to a funny post someone shared “Day One of Home School: Two Students Suspended for Fighting, Teacher Fired.”

After a few days of infighting I decided that this was a golden opportunity for us as a family to get on a calmer footing and learn to communicate with each other more respectfully. In Be Accountable to Your Intentions and Find Blissful Peace I wrote about a tick sheet I created for myself, towards the end of last year, that was titled “I will speak respectfully to my children”. They get to decide each day if I get a tick or a cross.

Dr Laura Markham says “How can you expect a child to learn to control his own emotions if you don’t control yours? … If you were yelled at, it takes tremendous work not to yell…it’s not rocket science, it takes about three months.”

I followed her advice and, having seen it in action for a good few months, the kids were happy to get on board with a tick sheet of their own. For every five ticks, my youngest child gets a glass crystal, once she has collected five crystals she gets to choose what we, as a family, do for an hour. She has in mind our first activity: nail painting, including her dad.

I am also thinking about other opportunities for the kids to dictate their own learning and pace for a while, as well as looking after my partner who is currently undergoing a lengthy recovery from a rather bad riding accident.  Of course this is all while ensuring I take care of my own needs.

With the pace of life more natural than at any time since my childhood, this all feels like a golden opportunity to recalibrate. While we are not allowed to drive to the beach to take a walk, we are allowed to walk around our local neigbourhood, which has plenty of greenery.

I am also feeling blessed we have a garden that needs just a little bit of tending each day. It is enough to keep me connected to Mother Nature and not too much that I am overwhelmed, especially coming into autumn here. Our neighbours are friendly and helpful, and chats through the hedge and across the street are a welcome connection to other people outside of the electronic highway to everyone else.

My partner and I had already started an online course with Kelly McGonigal 40 Days to Positive Change, which is another blessing as it is not time heavy and supports all the changes we have had to make, as well as ones we want to make.

I’m even feeling blessed about the surge in theories and conspiracies, all of which are always interesting, I especially like this one as it made me think about what a virus (any virus) actually is. I don’t fully resonate with the conclusions, and - as always – I advocate just taking what resonates for you.

However, I’m not wading too deeply into any of that as these largely point to things outside my control at this juncture and there is a fine line between keeping myself informed and creating needless fear. It is much better that I focus the vast majority of my time on the things directly before me and on maintaining presence.

Meditation is always a non-negotiable for me, only fifteen minutes a day, but it keeps me consciously aware of my thought patterns and feelings and helps me course-correct pretty quickly. Last night when one of my kids refused to settle down to sleep, and kept bouncing out of bed well over an hour after her usual bed time, I found myself screaming “I just want to have some time to myself!” In light of that, today, Sunday, I’m taking some time out.

So is this the opportunity of a lifetime? An opportunity for us all to slow the pace, to reflect and think and make positive change? How can you turn the negatives into positives, what opportunities lie before you right now?

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