There is a breed of people swimming in the ocean of life called the ‘Gotto fish,’ though it is best pronounced “Got to.”
There is always something for them to do; there is always somewhere they need to be.
“I’ve just ‘gotto’ do something for work” one would say before running off from his wife and children.
“I’ve just ‘gotto’ get this done around the house,” another would say before they might actually stop for long enough to deeply connect with others or themselves. Continue reading “Life of the ‘Gotto’ Fish”
It was with considerable disbelief while online at work this past Monday, that I discovered the headline, “‘Sleazy’ millionaire ‘cult leader’” tagged in my newsfeed to a photo of someone I know very well to be anything but these defamatory and insulting words. Which for me instantly begs the question: what is it about the media today that it is so willing to print lies about someone without researching the facts?
Why is it that in the so called ‘investigative journalism’ industry there is an obvious and rather blatant ‘guilty until proven innocent’ attitude and approach by the very profession that journalists choose to serve their community with? Continue reading “Kate McClymont cries ‘Cult’ in a Case of Journalism without Investigation”
Have you ever noticed that every time you go to write an email, send a letter or complete a work task, how conditioned we have become to do a quick spell check – or our computers are ready to provide us with an array of blue, red and green underlines to highlight what doesn’t conform to the writing standards?
I do see the benefits as we may be focussed on getting our expression down and we can overlook or mis-spell words, but in recent months I have noticed that when I am editing my own or other people’s writing that the true expression that confirms what that person feels to write may not always fit the norm. Continue reading “Hold on, let me just do a Quick Spell Check – Conforming or Confirming our True Expression?”
I was preparing for work this morning and feeling appreciation for the beautiful bed, the brilliant mattress and for the chairs I have, how comfortable my car is, and then I felt something else. I realised how absolutely delicious it is being in my body. And when I say being in my body I mean sitting in it, feeling my legs, toes, arms, chest, spine, all of it, and how deeply stilling it is. No matter where I am, I am learning it is the greatest place I know where I can settle.
Now this may seem weird – one could say we are always sitting within our body, but how present are we when we do that? I know for myself I was always distracted from feeling my body – with thoughts, fidgeting, a raciness that paced around my body from the whirl I lived my life in, and a restlessness to the extent that at times I’d have restless legs that would move and jerk seemingly of their own accord. So I was not sitting within my body, nor was it regenerative, restful or still: in fact I really did not want to feel my body as when I did I would realise how tired I was, and how anxious I was, which would send me into even more of a spin. Continue reading “A Place to Settle – Appreciating my Body”
I came to the loving understanding at the age of 63 that I was using suppression to abuse my body without any consideration of how sacred the body is, and how it truly works.
Suppression was a behaviour that I would go to when I felt defeated and crushed and it seemed the way to avoid not wanting to deal with situations every time I felt overwhelmed and could not cope with life.
At a young age I could feel everything. But I never knew that the body I lived in was sensitive, fragile, delicate and that it has the wisdom of knowing, the power of healing and bringing all that is needed from a place within me that is divine and full of love. Continue reading “Suppression – The Behaviour of Abuse”
All through life I have had this body that I have been carting around. An amazing body that I have not really ever stopped to appreciate deeply. This body is my vehicle, my means of getting around from point A to point B, a very useful and practical thing indeed. But have I ever stopped to feel that there is so much more to appreciating this body and all that it can really be, and more importantly, all that it can be a vehicle for?
Well, let’s find out…
For most of my life I have seen my body as just a ‘thing,’ as mentioned before, “something to cart around and get around in.” And most of the time I find myself getting frustrated with my body – why can I not move faster, be less clumsy, get more things done; why do I have to stop to feed, care for and sleep this ‘thing’? Why can I not eat and drink certain foods without the body reacting or getting sick? Continue reading “The Body and My Relationship with it”