Muddy Waters Repost

I think I need to repost this one, seems appropriate after the last few months. Hope everyone is all happily swimming along at the moment. I have missed writing my blogs. Time to come back….

I am not sure why, but sometimes no matter how hard we try to go with the flow, we hit a submerged log, get smashed on some rocks and get washed away down into the muddy waters for a bit. I imagine this is all part of our learning process. The main thing to learn is to not let go of faith. No matter how muddy, the one constant in the waters, is the rope that is thrown. There is always a rope, and just to believe that, and to fight to swim when drowning is imminent, is the lesson to be learnt from diversity.

When I hit a log, it’s like putting on a pair of dark, black glasses. Everything in the world is seen through the darkness and is coloured accordingly. It’s hard to see the rope. It’s hard to keep swimming. But we need to make a decision in the very beginning. To wallow in the muddy waters, or to have faith in the rope. There is a catch tho, there is a reason we choose to wallow. Its got something to do with responsibility. Or wishing to not have any responsibility. When we wallow, we want someone to come along and pull us out.

We tell people about our misery, we think constantly of it. We sometimes alienate ourselves from others so that they will know something is wrong and come and rescue us. We smother ourselves with mud and goo and turn our back on the rope in the hope we will have the attention of someone, anyone.

There is a benefit in wallowing, we tell ourselves.

We have all been there, done that.

I have wallowed.

But not now, not today. Today I’ve decided I am not even waiting for the rope. I’m off people, to swim through the muck and make it to the beach, the cabanas, the espresso martinis and to paradise. Who’s coming with me?

 

Muddy Waters

I am not sure why, but sometimes no matter how hard we try to go with the flow, we hit a submerged log, get smashed on some rocks and get washed away down into the muddy waters for a bit. I imagine this is all part of our learning process. The main thing to learn is to not let go of faith. No matter how muddy, the one constant in the waters, is the rope that is thrown. There is always a rope, and just to believe that, and to fight to swim when drowning is imminent, is the lesson to be learnt from diversity.

When I hit a log, it’s like putting on a pair of dark, black glasses. Everything in the world is seen through the darkness and is coloured accordingly. It’s hard to see the rope. It’s hard to keep swimming. But we need to make a decision in the very beginning. To wallow in the muddy waters, or to have faith in the rope. There is a catch tho, there is a reason we choose to wallow. Its got something to do with responsibility. Or wishing to not have any responsibility. When we wallow, we want someone to come along and pull us out. We tell people about our misery, we think constantly of it. We sometimes alienate ourselves from others so that they will know something is wrong and come and rescue us. We smother ourselves with mud and goo and turn our back on the rope in the hope we will have the attention of someone, anyone.

There is a benefit in wallowing, we tell ourselves.

We have all been there, done that.

I have wallowed.

But not now, not today. Today I’ve decided I am not even waiting for the rope. I’m off people, to swim through the muck and make it to the beach, the cabanas, the espresso martinis and to paradise. Who’s coming with me?

I cannot rest from travel…

313330_439386062809957_1309965786_nI cannot rest from travel;

I will drink Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those that loved me, and alone; on shore, and when thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades vext the dim sea. I am become a name; for always roaming with a hungry heart much have I seen and known

I am a part of all that I have met.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe were life!

One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Excerpts from Lord Tennyson’s poem, Ulysses.

The New Year’s Revolutions.

These are some things that I have set to resolve for this New Year, Revolutions in themselves:

To not be defined by my thoughts, but rather to define my thoughts to fit me perfectly.

To be the Silent Watcher, to observe from that place within me that has no fear or judgement but simply watches and learns.

To listen to the Soul speak. Just under the constant chatter of thoughts, the soul always speaks to me clearly and concisely. What needs to be done is learn to listen.

Let my True Self shine. Who I am and What I am is who you will see.

To know that my imagination is the best part of being in this human body. My imagination will create my world the way I want it.

And finally to Love. Love long, deep and true. With love comes the responsibility of caring, compassion and feeling for others. I take that on with all my heart and look out friends, family and world. My heart is big enough for you all!

 

A beautiful man

I saw this young man at work today. He was pulled over at the security point because he was wearing a Tshirt that had an offensive word printed on the front of it. The security officer angrily asked to take the shirt off and turn it inside out so that the word couldn’t be seen. Calmly and happily he did as he was told and then moved on through the security point.

It has been my experience that most people are grumpy and snappy when you ask them to do something like that, and they waste no time in telling you how ridiculous it is, this security nonsense at airports.

He came over to me and told me about his shocker of a day. He had just lost his job, he had no money and someone had stolen his passport. But he was still smiling.

You would think that after a day like he had, he would have been angry and argumentative to the security officer that had asked him to remove his shirt.

I wondered why he was so different. I took a good look at him. He had one of those faces that you wanted to look at. It was beautiful. Not aesthetically so much, it was more that it shone with an inner peace.

He just looked happy. His happiness and calm was infectious. He looked like he felt that he was the luckiest man in the world.

As he told me about his day, I realized he was just chatting. He wasn’t looking for sympathy or anyone to help him or do anything in particular. I asked him what his next move was and he said he was heading off to Melbourne to pick grapes.

People like this are needed in this world. They are givers just by their very presence. My day felt somehow better because I met that particular man. I know the security officer that had reprimanded him was somehow changed as well. He came over to me later and mentioned that he felt bad speaking to him so sternly. What an amazing young man, he said. He had only spent maybe 5 seconds in his company, yet somehow the man had shifted him, just a tiny bit. Made him question his own reasons for taking his anger out on him.

I not only think we need more people like him, I want to be like him myself. Shine with an inner peace and happiness. Thats my goal for today!

Its time for adventures!

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It is such a sad reality that as we grow older and become mature we forget to realise our Dreams.

What is it that makes us forget the childlike enthusiasm that makes us dream big and fight big to have adventures and laugh, love and LIVE our way through life??

Is it comfort? Does life teach us to find a place that is safe and comfortable like a big old soft lounge chair and then we when we find it, we push out the footrest, sink into the spongy folds and watch the world through the telly, or behind our hands, peeping through fingers that block out the reality of scary and painful things.

From the comfort of our lounge, we feel jealous when we see others having adventures. From our lounge we cry inside and our sadness makes us sink further and further into the comfy folds.

Well, I am here to say, don’t wait until a prickly, stabbing thorn like someone dying throws you out of your chair and causes you to remember your dreams.

Just get up, give the lounge a good old kick and tell it it can keep it’s comfort, it can sit and rot and cry all by itself. You have no use for it anymore!

Want something and question something. Its good for you.

If you have a question, then you have the answer.

Your answer lies in creativity. Use your imagination to find your creativity.

Your creative mind is connected directly to your soul.

Your soul is who you really are.

Who you really are is powerful beyond words.

Therefore trust blindly in yourself. Your questions and desires are good for you. Let them take you to where you are meant to be going.

 

 

The path to a Good Life

“Sometimes it feels as though the path to living a good life seems to be attainable only with lots of effort, years of reading and study, and hours spent learning to sit in impossible positions while meditating and praying.

The way to a good life, we are sometimes told, is to go to a church, perform rituals and make promises you never keep.

Something inside me said it just shouldn’t be so hard”.

I believe with all my heart that we are put on this earth to learn things, to grow and to expand our souls. We have EVERYTHING here that we need to do this. Everything we need and WANT.

Why then are we always waiting. For things to come to us.

There are many explanations for our universe and what we are doing here. There are mystics and books, and psychics and science. We can read, study, meditate and pray.

But the plain honest truth is, we know within ourselves. We know that we can have, be and do whatever we want. We read beautiful posters and keep fridge magnets with positive sayings. We ‘like’ inspirational quotes on Facebook. We know. Deep down inside we know. But we don’t do.

We all know that when your world is dark, you light and candle and then there is light. We should also know that when you want something you need, a new job, money, a soul mate, it is there for you. You just need to know what to do to make it happen. Right? How to make it happen. How to light the light?

Are you ready to know?

That is the subject of my new book.

Time!

Well, its been exactly one year since I last wrote a blog here on my site. And that blog was about Time. Why haven’t I written? Ironically because I can never seem to find the time.

That’s not a good thing. The thing is I love to write! When I do find some time, sit down somewhere nice and write all the things that are going through my mind, I love it! Its cathartic. The problem is getting bogged down in just the mundane everyday. Work, sleep and eat and then doing the same thing over and over again. Breaking out of the cycle. Thats we needs to be done, so this is the first blog on my site of my new mindset. Getting things done, one step at at time. And finding my Time again, to do all those things I really LOVE.313330_439386062809957_1309965786_n

Changes for the better..

Why are people so afraid of change. It is in our very nature to change. Our bodies do it daily. Second by second we are changing, we regrow skin, we age, we are constantly and ceaselessly becoming something different. Without change there would be stagnation. Without change there would be nothing.

 

“if you always do what you have always done, then you will always get what you have always got’

Embrace change, and feel the excitement of endless possibilities.