This is a phrase we hear a lot and it is often what many people want to achieve when they go out dancing. It has often been my motivation – to forget about life’s problems for a few hours, no stress or anxiety, just moving with the rhythm and the bassline. It seems like a wonderful moment of bliss… and it is… but at what cost? Continue reading “Losing Myself in Music”
Recently I read a blog on a well-respected, professional website about healing trauma using one’s imagination: but surely using our imagination is not Truth?
In my past I have built scenarios, happy scenarios, whereby I would dream, or would rather settle down to dream about beautiful homes in the Highlands of Scotland, surrounded by the songs, scents, noises and patterns of nature; of better cars; better, more respectful jobs; and of course, a little more good fortune! But as I manipulated these storylines, I would inevitably introduce family members: and then my delightful scenarios would come crashing down as I realised that their success was dependent on others’ responses, over which I had no control, nor should. Continue reading “My Returning Road Back to my Body”
Can you imagine never feeling more love in your whole life for a man and yet knowing that being together has no real purpose anymore? Completing the relationship at the highest point and then experiencing even more love, flow and expansion between the two of you?
This is exactly what happened, and I have to say it is the most amazing experience ever. Like my ex-partner said one morning: “I am waiting for the breakup to hurt, but it doesn’t hurt.” I answered that when there is truth and you align to that, there is no pain. How can there be pain when you are love and the love keeps expanding? Continue reading “Purpose in a Relationship”
You calmly reach into your jacket or maybe even the glove box of your car for your wallet, only to find it mysteriously missing, even though you could swear that you put it in that exact spot after the last time you used it. “No big deal, it must be in my other jeans inside the house,” you say to yourself, albeit in a self-convincing manner that already feels to be one that is losing confidence… rapidly. Before you know it, you are desperately looking in every nook and cranny of the house, ripping through drawers, cabinets and closets until the whole place looks like it has just been through an FBI drug raid! Continue reading “OMG! Where’s My Wallet?”
I’ve never considered myself to be reckless. Even as a teenager I was the one who always ‘looked before I leapt’. However, I did not live a cotton wool-padded life. As a mid-baby boomer with two working parents I grew up with bare feet, no bike helmet, no sunblock, lots of sharp objects, bare electricals, toxic and explosive stuff hanging around accessibly, and deadly plants and spiders in the garden. Also, I had plenty of unsupervised freedom to roam the neighbourhood and the local forests, creeks and storm drains. Many other kids suffered breaks, lacerations, concussions and other injuries due to recklessness. But, me, not so much. With enormous energy and zest for life, I ran, jumped, climbed, rode, splashed, explored, poked and prodded to my heart’s content, but quite consciously and aware of my body, movements and surroundings. Continue reading “The Scale of Recklessness”
While driving the other day I noticed a car way behind me, swerving in and out of traffic, passing everyone in a hurried way, apparently without time to even use his turn signals. He zoomed right up behind me, so close I couldn’t even see his bumper in my rear-view mirror, and proceeded to rocket past in the left lane and quickly accelerated into the distance. Continue reading “Rushing, But Going Nowhere”