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Riding the Wave

I fell in love with beauty.

We visited Paris over the weekend. There is such a timelessness about this city. With steps spurred by the abundance of refreshing visages I was swept into the arms of aesthetics. Like water in the desert, I drank deeply through my eyes.

Beauty does that to me. It’s very important. Just as some thirst for sunshine, I thirst for aesthetics. Always a visual person I notice very much what is around me. But, it goes further than that. To me, to feast on beauty is to fill the corners of my heart. It is not that a sunset doesn’t do it or those first blossoms of spring as most certainly they too quench that thirst. But there is something special when beauty is created by human touch, ingenuity, imagination, focus and skill. All blended together, holding the light of balance and the stillness of awe a ‘rightness’ is created. When an object feels ‘right’ it looks beautiful. A matter of  balance, created through thought. When we come across a beautiful object it is felt through the eyes which then opens the heart. Aesthetics is a feeling. For me – it’s love.Read More

The Shifting of the Scales


Question: Why do you think people are so unsettled?

We live in a time when we’re loosing healthy balance. With too much emphasis on the material world (what we have, what we want, what we would like, how other people see us) the scales have shifted.Read More

Sitting in our Slivers

Recently I reread a diary by my 14-year-old mind. Then it all seemed so simple. To me animals were more sussed than humans relying on instinct not reason. Concerned clearly with survival they do what is necessary. While people tend to see survival through obtaining and holding power, animals instinctively fit within their environment dependant on inner drives. We however, see the world around us as something we can have, own, manipulate. Not something to share and nurture.

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The Guard at the Door

Many of the Western World know they have tipped the scales. Some just a pound or two while others a great deal more. Why do we find dieting so difficult and why does weight-loss return? Is it your body’s survival mechanism, fearing another drought grabs and stores fat in case of famine? Or it is all too easy to slip back to the familiar patterns which create excess? Perhaps, it is the strong body/mind connection in our subconscious needing that weight as it supports. I suspect all play a part in this frustrating script of shape-shifting.

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Thank-You Day Forming a New Tradition

As any ex-patriot knows there will always be a missing for bits of the old. Emigrating from the States, I miss my hot-fudge sundaes, the sound of snow shovels scraping against pavements of a cold New England winter and my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving or now more fondly called Turkey Day.

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Wisdom of the Rudder

When asked, “What brought you to England?”

“A thought.’” is always my reply.

It happened one morning, 27 years ago. Without any previous contemplation and totally out of the blue I heard, “Move to England.” Delivered like a prismatic lightning flash and with a crystal-clear voice that directive ended up changing my life forever. At the time, I was the last person one would expect to make such a dramatic move. Having never traveled nor with any wish to, I felt quite content in my life, good friends, close family, creative job, 2 lovely cats and a beautiful flat.

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Where Treasure Lay

The other night I dreamt I went into a shop to buy some stamps. I delved deep into my hand-bag, resorting to emptying all the change found at the bottom on to a tablecloth. Finding what I needed, I noticed a tiny disk no bigger than a pin head mixed in with the coins. I asked the woman serving did she know what it was. She told me it was a very rare and valuable coin of which there are only 9 left in the world. I wondered how it had found it’s way into the bottom of my bag.

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The Lesson of Osiris

I am having trouble with the cat.

Originally a stray, Osiris has lived with us for 5 of his 7 years. In the beginning he would hide for hours somewhere in the house needing to feel safe. Little steps but eventually he’d sit next to us on the couch accepting closeness but the smallest unexpected sound, like a sneeze, would set off his wild side and he would be off like a shot. With patience and love there has been great change. As he learned to trust he began to relax. I was so pleased with my ‘cat therapy’ and looked forward to him learning to give back as well as to receive. It’s been a challenge for not only him but me as well. My last cats were with me for 18 years and I am missing that intimacy of a cat asleep at the end of my bed. Not too long ago, I awoke with him purring contentedly astride my hip, giving me great hope.

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Pathway to your Authentic Self – Reclaiming You

Awakening to the Power Within

Imagine – You are on a path. It is dark and your only light is the lantern which you carry. It’s light is low. Unsure with each step you struggle, often stumbling or loosing your way. Misjudgment and uncertainty are your companions on this long journey. You travel this way for many miles and much time. Sometimes though, the dim light brightens and the path forward is lit clearly. Amazed at how far off the path you have fallen, the strength of sight leads you back to the path. The light has not only cleared your vision but as well lifted your spirits. In this lightness of being you are aware of so many changes you can make helping yourself on your journey. You feel vibrant, uplifted, alive. Then a strange thing happens. Distracted you forget about the path, loosing sight, the light dims as your fear increases. Again, each step becomes a struggle as you walk, stumble and walk again.

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Flapping Cellophane in the Wind

I vowed to change the world today, my goal – to pick up one piece of litter each day. Change comes in all shapes and sizes and although not world saving it is world helping. So, there I was this morning jogging through the cemetery, when my eyes settled on a discarded cellophane sleeve from a bouquet of flowers. As I bent down to pick up my very first daily litter, I caught site of two more sleeves nearby. One became three as I carried on jogging, flapping cellophane in the wind.

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