Source: "I exist in my own perfection."
It began with a prickling head. It was a slow Tuesday after a long weekend. The sort of Tuesday, where your body and mind have experienced being completely unwound and were now trying to work out what was important. I remembered back to all the intense activity before the weekend. It was inspired and had… Continue reading “I exist in my own perfection.”
This very interesting question popped up on social media, today. It is not a new question. I have seen it raised over and over for decades. The tension arises because, as healers and therapists, we know that the energy that heals is divine in origin. We use the skills and expertise we have developed, but… Continue reading Should healers charge for their services?
“You’re not merely your physical self. You existed before you came into your physical body, and you will exist after you leave your body” Dr Brian Weiss MD, Healing the Mind & Spirit Cards For some, it has been a difficult week for grief. People die and are gone. We feel the loss of connection deeply.… Continue reading Healing the mind and spirit
So often seeking, Seeking what seems to be missing. So busy moving, Afraid to breathe. Afraid to be still, Afraid to be light, Afraid to be love, Afraid to be peace. Just for today, breathe Lift your face to the sky… Breathe… And receive. Image: Soap bubble in the air by Vladas Dirzys… Continue reading People seeking
“Instead of worrying about specific outcomes and results, just do the right thing. Reach out unselfishly and with love.” Brian Weiss A mask of grief overlaid her pretty face, and mascara stained her pretty cheeks. She appealed to me with desperate wet-washed eyes to support her belief in love. She just made a mistake, she… Continue reading Lessons in love…
Today, I heard the history of my new-old building. You’ve probably seen the pictures on my website. Built in 1929 by two Methodist philanthropists, it has seen numerous owners both famous and infamous. Some even had to flee the country for nefarious and evil deeds. But the most wonderful thing I heard was that there… Continue reading Here I am!
I sat at the table as Christmas dinner was served and committed myself to watching carefully. Did Grandpa really have a story for every situation? I watched him carefully, feet swinging, as Dad carved the roast with the new electric knife and Mum and Aunty whizzed back and forth from the kitchen with last minute… Continue reading Gilby… part 2
It was Christmas. “Here we go again. Another round of Gilby’s stories.” I looked at my cousin with the round-eyed shock a small person feels when a beloved and looked-up-to elder does something unaccountable. Eight years older, he was my eldest cousin. I thought he was perfect. When I was very small, I had decided… Continue reading Gilby… part 1
We are never truly alone. We are reunited with our loved ones again and again. You are immortal. How do I know? My Grandfather taught me… I am an Anglo-Australian woman with blonde hair (OK, it is touched up to hide the gray, but I refuse to fade as I get older!) and blue eyes.… Continue reading Grandfather…