Hi everyone. It has occurred to me in a very strong way that I love to write. Can you tell? I have been writing this blog compulsively now for over a year and I have kept it up. I have maintained my momentum, outlasted my expectation, and gone the distance. I have learned a lot about my writing, about myself and about others. And I love it. I truly love to write.
It is so wonderful to discover a skill buried deep within that you never really knew you had. I have had urges to write throughout my life. So strong that the urge is overwhelming, at all times of the day or night, and I simply must get words down on paper. It is thrilling to see the words appear before my eyes, forming paragraphs and then filling pages of books, or now more aptly, full pages of print. I love to share my ideas and offer inspiration to you my reader.
Life has been full on for me for the last few years. Writing has helped me process all the chaos, and in turn share my learned wisdom. I have a compelling need to make the most of life, I do not fear death, but I fear missing out. I fear getting to the end of my life and feeling hard done by. I would hate to think on my death bed I did not get to do absolutely everything I wanted to do. Well, this could be slightly unrealistic, but I have always been one to aim high, and at least attempt to lead a life that is as fulfilling as possible. There is no suffering in silence here. No sir-ee Bob.
I saw a psychic recently and she was absolutely AMAZING. Her name is Psychic Medium Lucie and I highly recommend her. She was one of the best I have ever seen, and I came away from her reading jubilant, excited for my life potential and reminded of some home truths, that I may have buried deep and only dreamed could be possible. Turns out my wildest dreams are very possible!
I am a huge believer in manifesting and dreaming. My Dad taught me the power of dreaming and even the Law of Attraction. We would sit outside on a wooden bench by the pool in the garden as the sun set; hand in big soft comforting hand. Dad would have a beer and we would look at the stars and talk about life. Dream up fantastic plans, talk about the possibility of aliens and anything else that crossed our minds. He taught me to think big, to believe anything is possible and aim high, aim for the the sky, where there are no limits. He was a very smart man and I greatly admired him, in life and in death.
I was so lucky to have wonderful loving parents. They cared for me and treasured me like a precious possession; tender, guiding, supporting, in life and in death. I feel their love around me as I continue to reach out for them in the spirit world. I am comforted by the fact they are now together. Finally. We had such an amazing connection all three of us. We are soul mates. Many lives we have shared together, our connection so unique, so real, so pure, to this day it is the best and purest love I have experienced. LOVE love. Thanks Mum and Dad for being so great. Your love and spirit live on in me, and I can’t wait to be reunited with you both again one day. But first I need to live my life, and WRITE!
What does your heart yearn for? What do you feel you were put on this earth to do? What stops you from pushing out to do what you love?
Why do we continue to live lives we are unhappy with? In jobs that leave us exhausted and unfilled, or relationships that leave us hurt and broken? Let’s sort that out people!! Life is a work in progress and we are all bumbling along trying to do our best with our lot in life. Play the cards you are dealt, and play them as well as you can.
Love to you,