A few years back, I was attending a Universal Medicine course and was sharing accommodation with some fellow students.
One of the students was eating what looked like very tasty soup and I asked her where she bought it.
She told me she brought it with her from home. I looked at her quizzically and asked, “You travelled with soup?” “Yes,” she replied. She told me she always has some in her freezer and travels with it so that when she’s at her destination, she can eat something that is home-cooked and nourishing. Continue reading “Frozen Soup & Stick Blenders… What they Taught Me about Self-Care”
I’m sure most people would list living in a clean and orderly environment as being high on their list of self-care priorities. After all, living in a messy environment is not nurturing or supportive for anyone. For quite some time now I’ve been pondering whether the way I clean my surroundings is truly caring and supportive, or pure function carried out only for the sake of keeping up appearances.
When I create mess and disorganisation, I know it is a reflection of the relationship I have with life and the relationship I have with myself. At times I have found myself heaping harsh judgement on others when I clock the mess they live in, and I’ve certainly harshly judged myself too. Continue reading “Cleaning Up My Mess – True Self Care or Keeping Up Appearances?”
In 1999 Serge Benhayon began presenting the Teachings of the Ageless Wisdom to a forever growing student body in Australia and around the world. I came to these teachings 10 years later and instantly resonated with the profoundness of what was being presented. Serge’s wisdom was something extraordinary and I knew it had not come from a textbook. There was no intense study into the night and no exams to test his progress or worthiness, just the beauty and grace from a lived way and a willingness to be open and expand his awareness of life. Continue reading “Serge Benhayon, the Teacher of All Teachers”
Walk along the beach one day and notice the footprints of those that walked before.
Some with deep heel strikes into the sand, others with toes gouging the sand as the person thrusts forward into the day. Each set of imprints can be felt and can tell its own story. Continue reading “Life’s Beachcomber”
As a child, there were things I just knew.
I knew which family members I wanted to be near to or spend more time with.
When I started school, I knew who I wanted to become friends with. I knew when I met their parents and siblings how the family was and whether I felt comfortable to spend longer periods of time in their home. Continue reading “My Natural Inner Knowing – My Clairsentience”
About 8 years ago I lost 25 kilos. At the time I was using food to fill an emptiness in me, although I now see how I had learnt to control my eating and weight but never really dealt with the issue underneath, so it popped up again in a different form – this time through buying clothes. Continue reading “My Addiction to Buying Clothes”