Posted in 2018

Home Alone

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Christmas is one of those days for me. It is a day filled with loss and aloneness.  This year was especially hard and I am disappointed in myself.

I don’t “do” Christmas and this year Spirit has guided me into understanding more about why this is.  In fact, over the last few weeks, Spirit has shown me a low-frequency Energy that I carry around with me, and have done so for most of my life.  It is such a part of me that I haven’t recognised it. It’s been bottled up so tight for so long I simply don’t see it.  I see it in others, but not in Self and that has to change.  You can’t work to better yourself, to grow, if you don’t see the very thing you need to work at.  This low-frequency Energy is Anger.  I can talk another time about how that Anger grew, about why I haven’t recognised it, but that is a tale for another day.  It is enough right now that I have recognised that emotion.  It means I can now work to heal that pain.

I am normally a glass-half-full person.  Even in the bleakest times I can usually find something to be grateful for.  I can usually see beauty in the dullest of days.  But Christmas Day?  Man that is hard.  Especially when faced with Face Book.  All those families coming together in Joy and celebration.  It’s confusing.  I am so glad and happy that others can enjoy that closeness with family but I am also deeply saddened that I don’t have family around.  Normally I can deal with it, mainly because it’s usually just another working day for me.  This year, I had no work to do.  It’s my life choices that have brought me such a Christmas Day, but this year I wallowed.

Loss comes in many forms.  I emigrated from England to Australia and in doing so, lost the family Christmases of childhood.  Australian Christmas is in the middle of summer – that is something I can’t get my head around – so many of my Christmas traditions are lost also simply because of the heat.  I could have made new traditions, but didn’t really get the chance.  My husband passed from cancer not long after we arrived in Australia and his family made it clear – and they chose to do this at Christmas, the first one after he died – that we were outsiders.  Or rather, If I am being honest (and I need to be) one member of the family made it clear we were not a part of that family.  I think the others told themselves that it was best if they left us alone in our grief.  I couldn’t get past the hurt that was done to my daughter that day and it was from this point that I decided that I wouldn’t “do” Christmas any more.  You can kid yourself that you are fooling others into believing that not ‘doing’ Christmas is a choice against commercialism (and I don’t go for the religious stuff either) but I don’t think that many folk realise that for me it is a defensive thing.  If you don’t do it, it can’t hurt.  How screwed up is that?

More loss.  This year I lost a close family member.  We have some barriers to break through and it appears that she is not prepared to talk about them, to try to fix them.  I didn’t even know they existed, at the level they obviously do for her, until early December.  And this is the trigger for my despondency, but it also where I found my bottled up Anger.  It is reflected in my daughter.  I found it in my mother a few years ago.  I remember that I’ve seen it in my grandmother – and experienced it at her hand.  And if you look closely at the one picture I have of my Great Grandmother, it’s right there in her eyes too.  I hope my daughter can break that trait.  She has the strength.

But now, it’s Boxing Day.  The day where tradition says you can return unwanted gifts.  I return the gifts of loneliness and dismal introspection.  I think it may take longer to return the Anger – that is something I don’t want anymore, but it will take some work to loosen.  It was a horrible day, yesterday, but this morning I realise my glass is still half full.  I had been given the opportunity to review these losses.  Some are profound and can’t be changed, some can be worked on and hopefully overcome.  But my decision, yesterday, to wallow in that loss and anger was a choice I made.  Unknowingly, yes –  but still a choice.  Today I choose differently.

I have started the Energy work on this.  It is a Karmic Imbalance that needs to be brought back into balance.  And that is one of the reasons why I am here in this lifetime.  To balance Karmic Imbalance.  I do have help in this.  I need it.

I asked my sister to be an intermediary, and sent a letter to this hurting family member.  A bridge, I hope.  A place from which to grow a better understanding of each other.  As adults.

So I will stay away from Face Book for another day – I’m not quite ready to take Joy in other people’s happiness but I do not plan to allow another Christmas to knock me so low.  If next year it looks as if it will be a lonely day again, then I’ll do something about it.

So often we see meme’s about remembering those who are alone over Christmas.  My last 20 Christmases have been difficult, but this year I learned the depth of loneliness this day can bring.  I didn’t like myself as someone wallowing in pain.  That pain has been with me for those past 20 Christmases, but this is the first year that I have faced it.  For the next 20 Christmases I will seek ways to build new traditions.

The Knowledge of my Anger, Despondency, Aloneness – and my wallowing in such low-frequency emotions IS a gift.  A gift of deeper understanding that I can now take out into the world.

A Gift of Knowledge, given in this Era of New Beginnings and New Knowledge.  I will NOT be returning this particular Gift on this Boxing Day.  Knowledge is far too precious.  And the opportunity for New Beginnings is the best Gift of all.

Posted in 2018

2018 – A Year of Change

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Gosh it’s been a while since I last wrote a blog article.  So much stuff has happened and despite heaps of good intentions, not a lot of writing has made it to this blog!  As I do every year, I hereby set my intention to be more diligent in the coming year.

As many other folk will also do, here is my review of my 2018 – a year that could have been the end-game of a very intense and fraught decade of disasters.  Instead it has been an amazing year.  As I think about the catalogue of woes of this year, I could be forgiven, I think, for curling up, burying my head in the sand and refusing to move into the world, but something happened on 8th January that completely changed how I viewed my world.

Backing up to the end of 2017:  I was living separate from my husband – a decision initially brought about by work, but which became comfortable – in a gorgeous old Queenslander workers’ cottage  three hours’ drive from where my husband ran our holiday accommodation business.  I lived alone with my dog; was studying, offering holistic counselling and spiritual healing and growing into my Self for what was probably the first time in my life.  On December 31st my husband called asking for help with cleaning the holiday apartments as the regular cleaner had been offered another job.  So, 1st January 2018 saw me packing up the bare minimum, throwing the dog in the car and heading back to Hervey Bay.

So many memories of living in that place, and not many of them good memories, so by 8th  January I was emotionally struggling and decided to go to the beach and meditate.  I was really low and although I was far from being suicidal, if the Mother Ship had landed next to me, scooped me up and flown me off to other parts of the Galaxy I’d have gladly left everything behind and gone.  I meditated on gaining more Balance in my life which had been out of control for many years.  Pretty much all my life had been a roller-coaster and I’d had enough.

Spirit sent the answer almost immediately.  I finished my meditation turned around to climb the sea wall back home and slipped on the first step breaking my ankle.  Well – not just breaking it, but doing about as thorough a job of smashing it up as you can possibly do without breaking the skin.  Long story short – I was rescued by the Fire Service, was hospitalised twice, surgery had me become the proud owner of a huge pile of titanium, two months of injecting myself in my belly every day and a total of 9 weeks with my leg stuck in the air.

Oh!  I forgot to mention that I was living with my husband and my dog (who weighed 63kg) in two small rooms at the back of the work office.  No proper kitchen, no view to outside, nowhere to move – pretty miserable.  Enforced bedrest gives you a choice.  You can wallow in self-pity or you can seek the Joy where you can.  I’d had a lifetime of self-pity, I had asked for Balance and although balancing on crutches wasn’t my plan, I realised that this was the start of my learning what I needed to learn in order for that balance to come into my life.

The year moved forward from that point – the bank threatened to foreclose on our mortgages (a whole back story there); the new owner of the business moved in and started running things, and so we needed to get out.  The minute I was relatively mobile we all piled in the car and drove the 17 hours to where my husband’s son lives.

We had absolutely no income and only had whatever belongings we had been able to fit on the back of a ute and we had to sell whatever we had in order to pay the rent.  I applied for unemployment benefit but in the meantime we sold everything including beds, table, chairs, washing machine….  You certainly discover who are true friends in such situation.

This is only the tip of the iceberg of the woes in my family, but you get the picture.  But when I was laid on the beach with that smashed ankle, moving into and out of consciousness, I felt very strongly that this was needed.  That something had to break in order to heal – and I am not talking about the various bones in my ankle!

This was one of those pivot points that everyone experiences at some time.  A time of choice.  Do I wallow, do I bewail my bad luck, do I fight or do I accept that Spirit has a plan?

I don’t see myself as a fighter.  Anything that has a feel of violence – even certain words – ties me up in knots.  I had been fighting for many years, through many traumas and with this injury I realised I had no fight left.  The Law of Attraction was in place – the more I fought, the more stuff appeared that needed to be fought for.  So instead, I Accepted.

I accepted the weeks confined to bed.  I accepted the loss of my home and that wonderful people who are barely more than strangers, went into my house and packed up my belongings.  I accepted that it will take 2 years to get fully mobile.  I accepted that we had fought through floods, bank errors, vicious attacks from neighbours and ex-friends. I accepted the loss of our business.  I accepted the most amazing people who came into my life, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for longer. Spirit-sent for sure.  I accepted more home moves; battles with Government agencies; no income and the need to cancel plans to visit family and friends.  I have accepted that some family members are not willing to help (man that one hurt, but I have accepted) and that other family members will give their all to help.  I have accepted that my Spiritual Sisters are my strongest family.

And in all this acceptance I have learned.  I have learned to see the threads that bind us together.  Stretching throughout my lifetime and the lifetimes of every single being I have come into contact with.  Stretching through all dimensions and ages, I have learned to see the tapestry that is woven that brings me to this point.  This place where I am now.

I see Balance.  My husband met someone who had work available that is exactly what I needed and gives me time still for my Spiritual work.  I am teaching people in my new town the things that are dearest to my heart such as meditation and belly dancing and greeting the Full Moon.  And the people of this new town are the most amazing, friendly, open-hearted folk.  I knew as soon as I first stepped out of the car onto the foreshore of this place that I had Work to do here.  Spiritual Work.  Within days a local lady stopped and spoke with me.  She told me that she knows I have Spiritual Work to do here and that she had been waiting for me.  We have worked together for many, many lifetimes and we both recognise this.  It is a beautiful thing.  Most of all I see the Energy of Spirit behind everything that has happened in my life – and that all things were needed for me to become who I am right now.  Today.

Slowly, the ties to the traumas of the past years are being resolved.  Some are painful, some are amazingly smooth, but one by one they are being dealt with.

And so I greet 2019 with Joy.  I am at Peace.  I survived and came out whole.  I am stronger mentally and emotionally than I have ever been.  Physically?  Lots of work to do there LOL.  12 months being physically inactive, especially when you are no spring-chicken, plays havoc with the waistline and the fitness!!!

Through the entire year, the back-bone of being willing to carry on, are those who helped: my husband’s son and his family and my Spiritual Sisters.  These are true Family.

I am starting to understand the reason I landed in this town, and the lessons I am here to understand and grow with.  I have no doubt that the year to come is likely to have its own set of problems, but I have learned deeply, the adage that everything happens for a reason.  This lesson has cropped up many times in this life, but now I am able to see the threads and the weaving that brings together a Tapestry of Life that continues to grow into it’s beautiful whole with each day that passes and each person I meet.  The difficulties of life offer you the opportunity to tie a tight knot to strengthen that tapestry; an opportunity to change the colour of the thread you have been weaving.  They enrich your life – if that is what you choose.