Minding Her Own.......

Minding her own business enjoying a quiet moment Pixie was rudely awaken by a mischievous Tarmal who thought it was his turn for this particular bed.

After an initial swipe at his head Missy took a more subdued approach at telling Tarmal to go away by gently pushing his chest.

Until she realised that a firmer approach was required!

For the last time, I am not moving.............

In A State Of..............

In a state of heighten awareness I experienced my afternoon, ambling slowly along the waters edge, seeing and feeling in a totally new way.

WOW moments are occurring around us every second, and the most profound WOW moments are literally the most simple.

My afternoon walks always take me along the local dog beach, and it is here that I see happiness and love in motion each time I wander along this area of the seaside.

Watching the dogs smiling is an utterly transporting experience, seeing the absolute love that pulsates like a beacon from each furry person that passes me enlivens me, their unrestricted joy so contagious, yet still along side them their grumpy humans plod.

The dogs though, they see me, they know that I am seeing more than the other humans that share these moments with us.

Each step I take I feel every cell in my body acknowledge contact with the sand, I feel my ligaments extend and contract, my bones flexing, my skins contact as my feet disappear into the softness beneath them.

Then comes the water, as another wave crashes upon the shore water slamming down and gushing towards me, as it touches me I stop, catching my breath, as it feels like God has just hugged my ankles, fusing his divine energy through the pores of my skin, travelling throughout my body within seconds, the euphoria felt nearly unbearable to my mortal body.

The golden orbs of twinkling sunlight glistened across the water, calling me to shed my clothes and cleanse my soul. As I dived beneath the waves I entered another world, lifting me, weightless, carried across the current in silence, towards the arms of love, to God............

My Inner

My inner silence broken only by the blustery wind as it tousled my hair, whipping it around my face in a frantic urgent dance.

The chill carried in upon the winds embrace a welcome reprieve from the endless summer heat.

My only company a lone pelican strolling across the damp sand, perhaps also enjoying the pristine flawlessness of the dawn.

As the sky began to lighten with the pastel hues of dawn I surrendered into my self deeper and deeper into the pulsating rhythm of the earth, allowing the tones of her wisdom to entwine with me.

Leaving I felt awaken and connected as I tiptoed across the damp grass, around me the world was rousing, slowly waking to the freshness of a new day...............

Ask.....

Ask to be taught.

Each day gives us a multitude of circumstances for growth......

Spirit Is No Longer Alone.......

Spirit is no longer alone enjoying his garden paradise.

Tarmie and Pixie have been eager to come and join us as I busy myself outside, so, yesterday I decided that they should join me.

Having decided that I would not invest in an enclosure for them I now let them out to explore their new garden, seeing that they are not street wise like their older brother sitting with them as they warm themselves in the sun, rolling in the sand, smelling all the plants, discovering a new and exotic world.

As I sit and watch them communicating their glee, and sometimes their panic of this wonderful outdoor experience I lose myself within them, happily transported to a place of simple bliss........

Spirit Loves...............

Spirit loves the addition of a bird bath to the back garden, a tasty beverage on a hot summer day.

He seems to thoroughly enjoy his new role as supervisor in the gardens.

Always sitting nearby to offer advice should I require it.

This shall take longer than I first thought, the unforgiving nature of the ground dictates my progress, yet as each little stage is completed a deeper sense of peace settles within the aura of the home.

The Bali bowl I picked up a few weeks ago will become a pond, the sound of water trickling as I sit out here in my tiny retreat shall lead me on endless journeys of quietude.

Little by little it is being transformed, slowly becoming my personal piece of the divine...........

A Pleasing............

A pleasing feeling it was to end the day with the near completion of the front garden.

Finishing touches that have added a warmth to front elevation, that vibrates out to meet me.

The summer heat was relentless as I dug through the layers of hard limestone rock with each hole needed, yet, an inner determination was running rampant within me, focusing on the new life energy that would surround my abode urged me on.

Choosing the plants is always an experience that I enjoy, as I allow the plants to speak to me, interestingly enough I had envisaged a cottage garden, yet, the plants that spoke where not fitting with that style.

Three standard hibiscus and grasses twinkled with light as I meandered around numerous nurseries, joined by miniature magnolias, five birds of paradise, a palm and a frangipani tree completed my purchases.

Finally all planted surrounded by sugar cane mulch to keep the moisture locked in I stood back and welcomed my new companions, a day well spent in God....................

Coming Home......

Coming home to three irritated cats was rather funny, all three voicing their irritation of having been disturbed all day by the workmen made me laugh.

As I listened to their repeated meowing protests I went out to view the nearly completed task.

The red has lifted the dusty drabness, bringing my little desert to life.

The atmosphere had changed remarkably by this alone, sitting down, closing my eyes to perceive the end result I now felt a vision dawning.

With so much work still ahead of me I felt a little overwhelmed at the prospect of doing the rest myself, the ground is hard and dry, digging would be a test of my strength and stamina, yet, the promise of new life radiating all around me was all I require to engage my imagination.......

At Last.......

At last the end of the sand is in sight.

Loitering in the garage awaiting the arrival of the pavers sit the limestone paving stones.

Gazing out my bedroom window for the last time viewing the sandy path that leads to the front door was an odd feeling.

Suddenly I was imprinting my mark, pieces of my personality would be laid finally lessening the barrenness around me.

The back garden too would be a new scene on my return home.

A place that will become a peaceful sanctuary.

A place of stillness and calm.

As I welcome the end of this sandy path there is a sense of completion at last, the feelings of restlessness are easing, allowing the artistic juices to surge forth, bubbling into reality...........................

Listening................

Listening and watching the unfolding of sorrow taking place around me, in this pain I find peace, serene in the mists of denial and grief, of loss.

As others around me falter as they fear the loss of a loved one, I watch, silently honoured to be here, to assist.

Times of change come to us differently, and now, as I watch, as I listen I too am changing.

God experiences through each of us on this planet, and no two humans walk this earth the same, even the same soul in different carnations, each path is different, yet, we are all collectively joined.

Many fear death as an ending, a black void that stretches out across infinity, floating away to the abyss of nothingness. Yet, to me, death is a returning, it is a homecoming, something to be celebrated joyously as the soul returns to the realms of love, how we choose to make this journey again is as individual as each of us, yet, every passing is sacred, no matter what story was written by the individual.

Life is teaching me in its secret whispers, allowing me to be present and still, no matter what is occurring around me, within my immediate circle, in the presence of death.

Stillness leads me back to truth in every situation that highlights its presence around me, I know with complete clarity that it is all such a wonderful illusion, and, we are All, a tiny piece of God................

Jo Manji - Beyond The Sunset

Realising.......

Realising that whatever happens to us is of our own creation, is often the most difficult challenge to overcome, there are no mistakes, all happens as we direct.

Good, bad or indifferent, nothing happens by chance, we pen our stories with complete freedom, right down to the most minute details.

Facing this truth when things go 'wrong' usually sees us pointing the finger at others, or, circumstances that we feel worked against us, however, that is not the case.

In this time of cleansing and monumental changes it is easy to blame God, or others for the destruction and chaos running rampant around the planet, and of the horrors that are occurring to others in their life stories, yet we all choose our path prior to incarnating on the planet, we know all that we wish to experience to propel our unfolding, yet, not all of us recall this whilst being human.

It is easy to get caught up in the negativity that is spreading through the world like a cancerous tumour, although to do so imprints blackness within your heart, shutting your soul down, to open up to the truth though in such times is what will instigate monumental inner growth.

Remembering that there is nothing and no one we are not connected to will ease the burden of grief, it will allow love to burst though and allow healing to begin, of ourselves, the planet and, of course of others.

Wallowing in self pity or anger serves no purpose in any journey, it simply keeps us locked into the controlling manipulations of the ego, keeping us away from the beauty of our own magnificence and power, hence having the ability to overcome anything in love.

Love is the answer to everything, no matter what is sent into our stories to test us, remaining in the vibration of love is the only way to freedom, to peace.

As I sit in the stillness of dawn, the light slowly painting the sky, the silence of the night slowly disappearing as the day begins, another day of being Gemel, of being all. As the wispy clouds glide above me I know they are a part of me. As my cats sleep, snuggled close against my skin, I know they are a part of me. As each and every other human wakes or retires for the night, I know they are a part of me.

Everything is me, I am everything...................

Where......

Where God is

Is where you are....

Feel Life.......

Feel life through your heart, every second of every day.

Live life through your heart, with each step that you take, do so with an open heart.

Experience life through your heart, every encounter is here to teach you, allow love to illuminate the way.

See life through your heart, whatever the situation may be, love, is always present, even if you fail to see it, it is there hovering and waiting for you to open to its embrace................

God Speaks...........

God speaks in the simplest of ways, so soft is his whisper that many miss the moment completely.

As the setting sun painted the sky ablaze I sat in mute awe of the portrait before me, just observing the brilliance above me.

In this simply powerful moment another message was delivered, that of unconditional love.

Love so profoundly pure that I sat, humbled by its presence, obeying the prompting of a furry head, I allowed the moment to unfold.

Pixie is not a cuddly cat, she harbours far too much pain and hurt to allow close interactions, yet tonight, twice she came not only seeking a scratch behind her ears, but, to snuggle down upon my chest, and to sit, gazing into my eyes with such intensity that everything else faded into oblivion.

She spoke a language so ancient, a language that requires no words, it spoke from heart to heart.

In a time when truth is seldom seen, I know without hesitation that true love can always be found with my cats, for they have no hidden agendas, they do not lie, they speak with truth from their heart centre to mine, reminding me that truth in love does exist, it is real.

In the growing web of serenity that enfolds the house I am feeling a time of stillness and peace is descending upon us, in the past months there has been much movement, change and growth, now it seems is the time to stop.

Stop searching.

Stop doing.

Just rest..............

The Growing......

The growing number of plants that are finding their way into my (soon-to-be) back garden are waiting patiently to be freed from the constrictions of their pots.

Soon when I open the blinds I see a inviting green oasis to enjoy.

At first I had intended to create a cottage type garden to go with the cottage look of the house, yet the plants that are speaking to me are those mainly of a tropical nature.

Next week the paving will be done, which leaves me free to nurture my garden, finally saying goodbye to the sandy barrenness.

Wind flags bring the song of the breeze to sing along with the tinkling bells of my wind chimes, a Bali bowl will sit in the corner adding the ambient melody of trickling water.

A place to sit in God, peacefully being me..........

An Acceptance.......

An acceptance of being in the house has covered me recently, bringing with it a calmness that reminds me that doing nothing is a powerful tool.

Whether I stay, or whether I go is no longer relevant, the acceptance of the house is the key.

Having resisted the move from the get go it is only in the last few days that I have felt a calming vibration within the home, it is for the interim period a place to retreat to, to be.

Having finally began to complete the tasks that make a house a home I expect is part of the change, as for months it was just a shell, void of my trademark colours that brings me into my dwellings.

Having culled so many of my possessions as the restrictions they place on my soul was creating a stagnation, the new openness is nurturing.

In a time of new beginnings I am finding stillness within these walls.

A place to return to as I allow The All to pen my next chapter........................................

The Lips......

The lips of wisdom are closed

Except to the ears of understanding.......