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August 17, 2014

Yes. And Yes. And Yes.

Living life in Dumaguete City for the last year and a half has certainly been a playground of learning, creating, practicing new skills and immersing in the smorgasbord of cultural arts.

And all it took was for me to shout a resounding ‘Yes’ to ‘Life’ and to be willing to dance in the mystery and face my own ring of fear – prompting the Universe to rush in to support me – bringing about people, places and events to nudge me out of my comfort zone, and to see just how committed I truly am to my soul’s awakening.

I am amazed how the journey around my ring of fear, the terrible dread of public speaking for example, has subtly seduced me into accepting invitations I would normally say, ‘No fucking way’. Read More

July 24, 2014

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Seagull: The Key that Found Me

Fifteen years ago, God knocked on my door and unconsciously, I opened it and Love entered and penetrated me, if only for a brief moment in time.

This happened at a time when I was feeling lost, alone, afraid, and without any direction or passion for life itself.

The Universe, Love, God, Goddess (call it what you will) lifted me up into what I now refer to as the Grace Stream – living life in the mystery of the Oneness of All That Is.

The first significant encounter I experienced with this mysterious and miraculous stream of Grace is with a lone seagull on a deserted beach early one spring morning. Read More

July 20, 2014

The Prophet: An Inspiration

“And a woman spoke, saying, “Tell us of Pain.”
And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the
Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.”

~ The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

July 19, 2014

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The Spark of Truth

Thank goodness! Holy Spirit has a plan – and it is not mine – as well as a wonderful sense of humour. `Girl you need a jolt to ground yourself, and return to the remembrance of your Truth’…

I receive an email from a friend in the UK: I am planning on creating a book and inviting twenty women to share their story of awakening. If you feel guided to be part of this project and would like to provide a chapter please let me know.

I put the invite aside, preferring to focus on the upcoming pilgrimage to Israel and France.Yet the day before I leave, a second email is posted for the project, and feeling excitement to join this time, I immediately respond sharing my decision without reading the email fully. When I continue reading the body begins to contract – there are rules to abide by, deadlines to meet – and a heavy sinking feeling shrouds and dissipates this delightful frequency of joy, my energy recoiling as I collapse into a familiar feeling of smallness. Feeling drained of all life force, seriousness is now present. Read More