Life, Love and the Everyday

I believe that there is a fire in all of us. A fire that burns brightly when we fuel it with good things. Wisdom, joy and peace. Without those things, we find it hard to stand strong when faced with our day-to-day struggles and the challenges we may face. Last year my inner fire was flickering down to a burning ember. I was stressed over things that did not matter, I was afraid of failure, I sought approval from people who praised me one minute and then devalued me the next, in private and in company. This year I took a giant step back and left those things behind. I ponder over things that will be productive, I embrace failure and beyond general courtesy, I stopped thinking about the feelings of those who did not value mine. It has been a very liberating experience, one that has helped me to rebuild myself, love myself and trust myself fully. Around this time last year, I went over to visit Jess. I don't remember now what we were talking about, but it had something to ...

The very moment I finished writing "Spiritual Odyssey" in the title tab a gust of wind blew leaves up in my face! I think this is a sign from the cosmos to proceed... When I was growing up, Mum and Dad took *Victoria, *Cassandra and myself on a spiritual odyssey. Riding the Doctor John DeMartini wave and being half-intrigued, half-bored shitless at L.E, through the calming om's of Buddism and learning about crystal and reiki healing from the New Age movement. I was really crappy at meditation because my mind is a constant revolving door of angsty teenage thoughts. I was happy being a hormonal whirl-wind - why did my parents have to spoil it with their intellectual and in-depth conversations? What I find absolutely hilarious now is that I am re-learning some things from the Spiritual Odyssey pertaining to mindfulness, tuning into my intuition and trusting my instincts. Sitting in meditation is no longer a rattling cage because now that I pay my own way in the wo...

When I was growing up "Get lost!" had only one meaning, mostly used by the mean kids.  Now that I am twenty-nine and seven months away from turning thirty; I have discovered another meaning for those two words that once would have had me in tears.  I often write about my mini-hikes around the rain-forest near my home and my love for roaming the less trodden paths.  Today I gave into a yen to get lost in a prosperous neighbourhood a ten minute walk from my home - I gawked shamelessly at marble foot-paths leading to stately colonial and tudor mansions with chandeliers twinkling prettily in big front windows, art deco tree-houses that you can bet have feng shui interior, black and gold gilded lanterns atop brick fences with black lattice-work gates guarding whatever treasures lie within. House after house boasts manicured gardens and three of them have tennis courts.  I wonder if there is a friendly contest during Christmas time to see who has the best Christma...