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Just One Day.….

Just One Day

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Just One Day… there’s been a theme running through my mind all day. In fact it’s a recurring theme. I wonder what life would be like if…

Just One Day:- I could wake up, feeling great, stretch languorously and get out of bed and hop into a nice hot shower. Dress and go make breakfast for my husband and I.

Just One Day…..

Just One Day:- I wonder what it would be like to  jump out of bed, smiling at a day already planned. A leisurely breakfast with my husband before hopping into the car and setting off for town. A little shopping and then meeting a few girlfriends for lunch. Sitting and chatting and swapping stories of our day and plans for tomorrow. What would that be like, just one day?

Just One Day.

Just One Day

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Just One Day:- What would it be like if I could get out of bed, pull on my exercise gear, joggers and hop into the car and go to the gym for an hour, or, if I preferred, just go for a run along the beach with my husband. We could just walk leisurely along, holding hands and talk about… what we are planning for the future. Our new home, our new life, happiness and excitement. Perhaps we could plan a holiday, a flight to somewhere? What would it be like, just one day?

Just One Day..

Just One Day

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Just One day:- What would it be like to wake up and smile, not holding my breath waiting for the pain to let go just enough for me to breathe properly, then getting out of bed, without needing to be helped upright and held steady until I won’t fall over.  Walk to the bathroom alone, without needing to be supported each step of the way, before being helped back to bed for heat packs to be brought to ease the pain, and wondering if this will ever stop.

Just One Day….

Just One Day

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Just One day:- What would it be like to have a leisurely breakfast and not handfuls of pills to swallow which need a set regimen to take them.  No running out the door to see girlfriends, they vanished long ago when it became impossible to rely on my presence. Nor an hour at the gym, that’s long gone as the ‘issues’ became greater. Neither a walk along the beach because I wouldn’t make it to the sand, without thoughts of a walk through the sand.

Just One Day…..

Just One Day

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Just One Day:- I finally find I can emotionally accept that this is me in the present moment, I accept who I am and where I am and what is currently happening to me and peace begins to rise up in me. Fighting against this reality can only make me more frustrated, while the reality that I am alive, within this moment can make me stronger than I knew, see the greatness of what is and the love in all things.

Just One Day:- I accept this pain, in so far as it is my present reality, but not my only reality. It will not define who and what I am. Love for me is as bountiful as my love for others. I am not diminished if that love is not returned, but if it is then I am richer than I knew.

Just One Day:-

Just One Day

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I began this day thinking of this film about C.S.Lewis which of course meant that I thought of Sir Anthony Hopkins. Here is a man, who has in life, taken all life has to offer without apology, making no concessions to anyone, and accepting the consequences as they came.

This is what I have come to understand when I thought about what might happen if I had “Just One Day“……………..

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  “Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.” ― C. JoyBell C.

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Life goes on, with or without me. I have no intention of being left behind, nor of being remembered because I was in pain… I am me, a spirit in my own right and my own beauty. I would not change it if I could because I am growing through this and becoming…. the best that I can be.

This is me, it might also be you. We may walk together, unknown or known, but sharing the same light. It is a light in the darkness we all share at times… but the night always passes.  Please share this post, who knows who out there might just be wishing, for just one day…

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“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” ― Lao Tzu

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If this connects with one person, if this resonated within one heart, lightens one spirit, then take this gift today, for each and every day.

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Blessings to all,  Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2013

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Learning How to Breathe Again

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“I thought about having a proper room, breathing life into it, and nobody minding.”
― Jenny Valentine, Broken Soup

Arriving at the airport in Athens to catch the El Al plane to Israel was the beginning of something totally unexpected. The entire place was bustling despite the early hour. Needless to say the El Al departure gate was at the furthest end of the airport. Arriving in Athens I had realised I had over packed, but by then it was too late to do anything about it. After hauling my cases (2) to the El Al checkpoint I was unconcerned when I was shepherded to the side to have my luggage checked. After all, I had nothing to be concerned about. Had I?

Enter one of the most handsome men I had seen in a long time. Pointing at my large suitcase he indicated I should place it on the waist high bench and open it. OK, everything was tied down really well so as soon as I unclipped the straps the clothes jumped up another eight inches – at least. Not content with that embarrassment I was then amazed to see him painstakingly go through everything in my case, and then the second case. I mean EVERYTHING – bras, pants, the lot! By the time he had finished inspecting them there was this mangled mess of clothing and toiletries on the lids of the suitcases. Smiling beguilingly he told me I could repack my bags and join the queue to get a boarding pass.

Learning to Breathe

image from http://www.live4.com.au         Too much of a good thing is still too much!

Time – I couldn’t forget the time. It was running through my mind over and over with the idea that I might miss my connection. I knew I shouldn’t have packed so much! So when I finally got to weighing my bag I breathed a sigh of relief. A sigh which was very short lived. Over weight! On Singapore it was only two kilos over which they waived. On El Al the weight permitted was much less and I was eight kilos over! OMG. Take the bag back and haul ass to the counter to pay for the excess baggage. Of course the counter was two thirds of the way back up the concourse, a very long concourse, and I had to take my luggage with me.

Thank heavens for a very helpful Greek airport staff guy. He hauled the big case and I grabbed the second and off we trotted. The trot became a gallop as we tried to get to the counter. Of course they wanted cash which I didn’t have as I was leaving. Finally they put it through on my Visa, mainly thanks to my Greek friend and we began the mad dash back to the El Al departure point. After a very frosty look from the lady behind the El Al counter I escaped towards the departure lounge. The fun was just beginning though.

Boarding a plane is fairly standard, right? There’s the squeezing between the seats and trying to get your luggage in the overhead racks, getting into your seat and settling down. This was completely different and people were going every which way, apparently without any rhyme or reason. Seats seemed to be taken as they wished and it felt as though chaos ruled the day. Amazingly, all the seats were filled and the plane left on time.

However! As soon as the plan set off down the runway seat belts started popping open and by the time we were airborne most of the passengers were wandering all over the place, talking, from one side of the plane to the other and from back to the front, and all in Hebrew. The odd one out wasn’t even close. I huddled down and tried to remain inconspicuous. Not very likely but there you have it. I did receive some rather odd looks which I interpreted as “what on earth are you doing here”?

The trip from Athens to Tel Aviv was just over an hour long and the passengers milled around the plane for the entire trip. I’m not even sure if they sat down for the landing, and the disembarkation felt like a free for all to get off first.

Learning to Breathe

image from http://www.itnews.com.au                 Why are you here?     

Arriving at the passport check in was reasonably straight forward; just follow the queue, yet not quite. The Israelis walked through their gate at a fast pace whilst I joined a much smaller queue. I handed over my passport and then had my first ever taste of being on the receiving end of an interrogation. Why was I coming to Israel? Why was I alone? Was I meeting someone? Did I know anyone here? Had I come to find a husband? A husband?! I had just managed to divest myself of the last mistake so I most definitely wasn’t looking for another. After I explained that I was divorced she relaxed, until she asked me for my maiden name since I didn’t have my husband’s surname.

Oh! Well. Hmm. I had changed my name by deed poll after my divorce and chosen a name I liked, so I couldn’t give her my maiden name as a reference either. That didn’t go over very well so we went through all the previous questions again. It was obvious she didn’t like me and didn’t believe I wasn’t there to snare some poor unwary Israeli guy for my next husband.  Eventually, as the last person in the checkpoint left and I was there alone, one of the other men came around to see what all the fuss was about. I don’t speak Hebrew but the rapid fire statements from her gave me the feeling she would have loved to send me back. Thankfully he must have out ranked her and I tiredly walked through the checkpoint to get my luggage. I was the last person in the airport and my greeter had vanished.

Learning to Breathe

image from jewishcentralvoice.com                       Tel Aviv

After many phone calls and what felt like a long wait but was probably only a half an hour I was met by a nice guy who shepherded me to his vehicle and we set off for the hotel. I was thrilled to have a running commentary of all the sights and history as we traveled into Tel Aviv.

The strangest part of all, despite the language barrier and the quasi interrogation at the airport, there was a real feeling of coming home. I took my first deep breath in a long time and realised I had started to feel relaxed. It really felt quite strange.

Next week – A blend of new worlds

© Susan Jamieson 2013

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There are times too many to hide

When the words seem stuck inside

When the hurt from so many feelings                    ~

Overflow like a king tide

When all I crave is to wander

The sea shore or forest glade

Or listen to the sounds of nature                             ~

High upon a mountain glade

Soothing wounds hidden inside.

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Nature Healing
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Far up the mountainside

Amid clouds and air so clear

No sounds of man are heard

Just bird calls and the cattle herd

Possum and Koala

Kangaroo and Cockatoo.

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Peacefulness flows over me

Tight muscles slowly loosen

Nature Healing

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A restful feeling flows through me

And calm falls softly to seduce

Frayed nerves from rough abuse

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Night falls gently like silken fronds

Stars shine brilliant as diamonds

Owls sail quietly past to see

If anyone else is with me

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Comforted by their presence

Flying gracefully through starlit heavens

A sigh is softly heard

Slipping sweetly from parted lips

~/Nature healed once more

I sleep safely under their watchful gaze

Safe in the arms of Mother nature.

Nature Healing

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Blessings Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2013

Nature Healing

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Self development - why bother

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There is so much written about the need for self development, but why bother? The reasons are so simple, if we don’t bother to improve on who we are then we remain static, unchanging. Is this a bad thing? In my opinion, and the opinion of many of the “masters” of self development, yes it is.

It is the nature of man to change, to evolve, to grow. If we cease growing then what is there? A child in a man’s or woman’s body? Is remaining childlike in thought and deed enough for you? If it is then well done, you have found your nirvana. If however you realise that your potential has barely been tapped then it is time for you to explore the avenues available for self development. It’s aim, to become the best that you can be, for this is all that can be asked of ourselves, by ourselves or anyone else.

I have included a short except from a blog I received today and I think it is worth reading since it examines self development and the reasons to be bothered about it.

EXCERPT with permission of Life Change 90:

“For the best return on your money, pour your purse into your head.” ― Benjamin Franklin

“Have you ever wanted more?  More of anything?  For any reason?

Have you ever considered why that was?

It is human nature for people to be explorers, inventors, creators or to wish they were.  It’s a human evolutionary trait and has ensured the survival of the species so far, and enshrined man as the top species on the planet, by way of adaptation, versatility with living environments, and ability to either change to suit an environment, or change the environment to suit man.

Whilst you might not think that this affects you, it’s the same drive that makes you want to stretch just that little bit, be that little bit better, score a little higher, to want more……..”

No matter who we are, no matter our circumstances, we can all aspire to be a “little bit more” as he says. A little bit more may be all we can aim for at first, but we may be able to aim for a little more after we have attained our first goal. I like the idea.

“When you concentrate your energy purposely on the future possibility that you aspire to realize, your energy is passed on to it and makes it attracted to you with a force stronger than the one you directed towards it.”    Stephen Richards

Blessings  Susan x

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Sometimes we flounder for the right words to tell someone how much they mean to us. The words to explain how much an integral part of your life they are, without which life would be a less colourful place. The images, the experiences, even breathing would be a dull, ghostlike experience.

Our hearts and minds can often speak to each other and some might say words are unnecessary. Yet I think everyone has a right to hear those words spoken. We owe it to ourselves for in the sharing comes a deeper love, a depth of feeling we may otherwise miss out on. What is just as important is that we never know when we may get another chance to let them know how much we care, for life, and death can change lives in an instant.

In this world and the next.

Susan xx

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Lady in Red

Susan with the red feather boa

A few years ago I somehow managed to get the nickname as  “The Lady in Red”.  I guess it was the closest song anyone could find since there wasn’t a song about the lady in the red feather boa!  Just to prove that there was more to “The  Lady in Red” than a feather boa I have added this… All photos were part of a celebration of life retrieved and being lived to the full, for the very first time.

Lady in Red

The Lady in Red taking it easy

So, this is for you “Wild Thang”, just to prove I could, would and definitely can and did! 🙂

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I love this film, for the story and what might be. The hope, the fairytale ending and the beautiful lady in the red dress.

My fairytale ending….

Lady in Red

Wedding Day 2011

Sorry, this one wasn’t in red.

“At times it may seem as though you and your past are one. Sometimes we fail to differentiate between what has happened to us and who we are today. If you have a hard time getting beyond that damaging mind-set let me encourage you right now. You are not your past Although you are changed and shaped by past experiences who you were yesterday does not control the person you have the potential to become tomorrow.”
― Sue Augustine, When Your Past Is Hurting Your Present

Ciao, Susan x

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“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone”    Richard Puz

 

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Traveling to Mum’s house that night felt surreal. I felt as though I was wandering through my own personal nightmare. I drove along and had no real recollection of where I was going or what I was doing, it felt as though I was on auto pilot. What would have happened if anything unexpected occurred I have no idea. I suppose I should thank my angels and Dad that it didn’t. I could sense him from time to time but I knew he would be with Mum.

Going through the front door was indescribable. Yet another part of the nightmare, never ending. There was this horrible feeling of disconnect. Nothing felt real. I felt like an interloper and I seriously wanted to leave. For the first time I can remember I felt lost, adrift on some strange ocean with no bearings to guide me. Yet I was expected to be the same person I had always been, capable, competent, organised – for everyone else. It felt as though any feelings I had didn’t exist for anyone else. Their tears poured but I felt I couldn’t, or shouldn’t. When I was told I was a co executor of Mum’s estate I cringed inside. The other was my brother.

Every ‘rule’ of executor ship was flouted and trying to say anything I was over ruled on the pretext that he was so upset because Mum had passed away. Oh – wasn’t she my mother too? I was over ruled and out voted. Meetings held without me regarding Mums prized possessions (sentimental), before her hospitalisation had seen me ‘disenfranchised’. My children were simply excluded, and I had the feeling it was because they were the only grandchildren. I was being torn apart piecemeal, no one to turn to and I was still supposed to take control of the situation, even being accused of being an “Ice Maiden”, without feelings, because they didn’t see me cry. I had a dam inside and the tears couldn’t be allowed to get past it. I didn’t want them to see it either.

image from http://www.theguardian.com     Such a vital piece of paper

The more I learned about how the Will had come to be drawn up, its contents and the meetings which took place without me, the more I felt cut off from my family. I was lost in the darkness and there was no way out.  Once the funeral was over, the wrangling with finalising the estate began. Months of arrangements and meetings, and more and more blackouts as I traveled to ‘Mum’s’ house started to widen the cracks. When I was finally told, after I organised the estate tax return, that it would be another 12 months until it could be finalised I reached “the point of no return”.  Denied Mum’s mementos, denied access to the house proper to see her things, despite everything I had tried to do and I had reached the time to say, “Enough!”

I needed time. I needed space. I needed to find out who I was again. I had been mother, daughter, sister, wife for so long that I was unsure who I was. I booked a 12 week trip to the Middle East and Switzerland, had a long talk with my children and left to find myself. My children understood and were old enough and cared enough to wish me well, however. I didn’t leave a happy camp behind. I don’t believe my brothers really understood how fragile I had become.  I tidied up everything with the solicitor so nothing would need attending to in my absence and left.

Perhaps it was prophetic that I went to the airport alone and had no one to see me off. My very first overseas trip, the only trip I had ever taken alone in my life and there was no one there to say goodbye. As the plane rose into the air I felt an enormous weight suddenly detach from me and I felt lighter than I had for so long. I had a long way to go but I had made a start.

image from http://www.travelhouseuk.co.uk           Fly away little bird.

There was a strange feeling as I walked into the Singapore airlines lounge, which felt something like, “So this is what ‘they’ were talking about. There was a feeling of freedom, of being looked after, and after the previous couple of decades it was almost unbelievable. The people there were so friendly and helpful, and despite the fact that it was their job, they made me feel as though I was special, something truly unusual for me.

The long haul trip to Singapore tested out my back despite being in Business class, a luxury I had decided on simply because of the injuries to my back. Unfortunately we arrived at 11pm so apart from a walk, a very long walk to the Singapore airlines lounge there were very few shops open.  Yet the two hour wait for my connecting flight to Athens was still full of surprises.  I had rarely seen so much food available outside a restaurant and staff who were only too happy to help. The shower facilities were a blessing and it felt really good to refresh myself after sitting on the plane for so long.

image from http://www.airreview.com             Business Lounge in Singapore

Back on board again it seemed only a short time before we were landing in Athens. I had been too excited to sleep much so the on-board films were a good distraction. I was collected at the airport – Yes, I had someone standing in arrivals with my name on a piece of cardboard! Whisked through the airport, the Greeter insisted on handling my entire luggage (I over packed) and I was in a taxi and speeding into Athens.

The driver, whose name I never did get, zipped in and out of traffic like a bee hopping from flower to flower. The nonstop information was brilliant, but I could only take part of it in. The sights and sounds were amazing. Once we reached Athens the traffic was phenomenal. So many vehicles all going flat out, horns honking, drivers waving their arms at each other and the roads – they seemed so small! It was a thrill a minute.

View of the Acropolis from outside the hotel

View of the Acropolis from outside the hotel

The hotel was an oasis of peace and calm from the bustle outside and once I was in my beautiful suite I suddenly felt exhausted. Tired or not I had to explore since I was only there for a couple of days on the way to Israel, my ‘final’ destination. I’m sure the Major D was surprised when I hurried through the doors so soon, asking for directions. I walked for hours before finally stumbling back to the hotel where I declared it exhaustion treat time and ordered room service.

One beautiful hot bath later my meal arrived and I settled down to find an English speaking news channel so I could find out if the Middle East was still peaceful.  The lure of the soft and gigantic bed was too much and I slept until breakfast the next morning.  A full breakfast was on offer but I didn’t want to waste time so off I went sightseeing and gathering all the brochures I could for my return trip.

image from news.gtp.gr     Athens Airport

 Picked up bright and early the next morning, (They even got the staff up early so I could have breakfast before I left) and I was whisked out to catch the El Al Plane into Israel. That was where the fun really began.

Next week – Learning to breathe again

© Susan Jamieson 2013

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Gratitude means to recognize the good in your life, be thankful for whatever you have, some people may not even have one of those things you consider precious to you (love, family, friends etc). Each day give thanks for the gift of life.You are blessed”   ― Pablo

It’s not often that everything you wanted to get done in a day works out perfectly. At least it’s been a while since I’ve had that pleasure, and when the day involves a round of visits to doctors, specialists and having blood work done, you don’t really expect to have a brilliant day. It’s more like a ho hum day, let’s get this thing done. Yet my day was filled with gratitude as it went from woeful to wonderful.

However, my day could have been far different. As I said it began in it’s usual woeful manner. At the moment of wakening the pain hits and it’s a tortuous shuffle to the bathroom, the light hurting my eyes and sending white hot shafts of pain lancing into my brain. Yes, woeful seems pretty accurate, but thankfully it didn’t stay that way. It’s been a wonderful day even though it was filled with all of the above and I have been filled with gratitude as a result. Gratitude as I went from woeful to wonderful – excellent!  I haven’t received the results I had hoped for from the doctor, but we have a plan of attack to find answers to riddles which are annoying both of us. Now, that’s quite funny. The doctor is as irritated with the peculiar results as I am!

Gratitude

image from http://www.apotheken-umschau.de    The goop goes in the holes. Cosmonaut style!

“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” — Buddha

For all that, there have been some good results come in. Despite my entry into the annals of Sputnik history whilst having my EEG, the results were good, that is they were NEGATIVE. I do have a brain – whoopee, and it is working very well. Yippee and Whoopee! Headaches may come and go, with migraines attached but the grey matter is still pulsing along just fine, thank you very much. In fact, I’m firing on all neurons and that is really wonderful news. Since I had been concerned about it earlier I was truly grateful that the tests came back so positively. Gratitude, I had moved from my woeful state to a wonderful state and it was incredible.

I mentioned my new program “Life Change.” I’ve been working away with it for a month and part of it has lots of Affirmations, Gratitude, changing Attitude and self-development and more.  I’m sure you get the picture. I’ve really been working on myself and how I approach the Lyme disease issue and the other issues attached to it, and not just health but everything. I wouldn’t be me without having a few odd anomalies to go with it so it’s been a worry for a wee while. Knowing I’m getting a handle on it and my work is paying off with good results has been such a major boost today that – I’m bursting with gratitude.

Gratitude

image from http://www.flickr.com     Like a field of blood, poppies for Remembrance

“We all have an inner voice, our personal whisper from the universe. All we have to do is listen — feel and sense it with an open heart. Sometimes it whispers of intuition or precognition. Other times, it whispers an awareness, a remembrance from another plane. Dare to listen. Dare to hear with your heart.”    ― C.J. Heck,

After a long chat with my doctor the prospect of two sets of blood work wasn’t in the least worrying, despite knowing that they usually have trouble finding my veins. Yes that’s right, even my veins go into hiding when the needles come out. It’s quite funny really; at least it has become funny today. Even though I needed two sets doing because no-one can get the results to make sense. We are using both pathology places to get a reference point to hopefully work from, but even that wasn’t depressing. Then, both phlebotomists were able to find a vein and get the blood without any difficulty at all – and no bruising, the first time in months. It’s a wonderful highlight to remember.

Later we went to see a wonderful friend who also happens to be a great jeweler. I’ve known him for many years and it’s always a delight to see him, yet I’ve been an absentee friend for a while because by the time the doctors’ rounds have been completed, I’ve felt too tired and dispirited to want to see anyone. All I wanted to do was get back home and rest. Today, I was still feeling weary but I really wanted to say hello. As I said, he’s an absolute gem and before we left he slipped a little gift to me. I was so surprised. I realised how lucky I was to have such a kind hearted person as a friend. I haven’t seen him in far too long but his beautiful gesture really touched me. Once again I felt so grateful that the Universe was sending so many signs to me today.

Gratitude

image from electricliterature.com     My Spirit view

“When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.”   ― G.K. Chesterton

It’s often very difficult, if not impossible at times to see how much we are looked after and loved by Spirit when everything seems to be going awry or downhill. It’s hard to be grateful even for the little things at times and then suddenly along comes a string of beautiful things, big things. As I was being chauffeured around I kept seeing signs from Spirit that I’ve been asking for.  (My initials on a car registration plate, triple 8’s everywhere, my birthday being on the 8th, the car we’d like to buy next, in the colour we like and with triple 8’s in the number plate). There were so many things, and then my daughter rang and she was much better, she’s been ill for a couple of weeks.

A beautiful stop at our favourite coffee shop for dinner on the way home, which was delicious and we drove home through light showers. We need the rain and it was not too heavy for driving so it turned out really well. Then when we reached home a large cactus which, because it flowers at night, I’ve missed many times over the past months, had one beautiful flower open. Yes, photographed and I’ll post it tomorrow. I just couldn’t wait to share the wonderful news from my day.

Gratitude

Chicken Risotto       Gratitude food

Gratitude

Mushroom Linguini       Gratitude food

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”    –Marcel Proust

Thank you all for your support, I know it has been a huge factor in helping me to start my new Life Change and all the positive things I’ve seen today. It makes tomorrow exciting to see what more the Universe will bring. I feel positive and so very loved and cared for by everyone and the Universe. I am immensely grateful that I can see these changes and that I can share them.

Photo day tomorrow, so many things to share.

Blessings to everyone.

Susan x

Gratitude

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Life Change

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“You are one thing only. You are a Divine Being. An all-powerful Creator. You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.”   ― Anthon St. Maarten,

There is no guarantee what lies in store for us. If we are truly lucky we may have flashes of knowing, our intuition kicks in and we are sure we know what to do. We make choices based on our ‘gut instinct’ and everything seems to fall in our favour.  Life seems truly blessed. Our lives are all if not more than we hoped for. Yet there is always room for a “Life Change“.

I’m sure we’ve all felt we need a “Life Change” at some time or another. Some people might call it a ‘run of luck’ and thank their lucky stars that things are going well. By the same token others will say “it’s just a run of luck” when things are going badly and they hunker down until their luck should turn again. It’s simply a turn of phrase, taken whichever way is most suitable for the circumstances.

We are all given certain ‘gifts’ or talents which we bring with us when we are born. Sometimes we feel that people have charmed lives, and at others we feel they may have been dealt a bad hand. Yet each time someone has a run of bad luck, or are dealt a bad hand there is something they can do to alter it. They can have a “Life Change” at any time, even when times are good they could be better. Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes we can change our life around. We have the ability to change how we think and act to make our lives into what we want them to be. This is the reason for self development.

Life Change

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“Start with big dreams and make life worth living.”   ― Stephen Richards

 

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Throughout the journey we call life we have the choice to be happy, sad, healthy, wealthy, grateful or envious and so much more. It may sound strange or even far fetched when we are sitting at the bottom, feeling defeated by circumstances, ill health or deserted by those we thought were friends. I know, I’ve been there. Yet it is possible to climb out of that black pit. We have a choice to make a “Life Change.” We may not be mega wealthy like Bill Gates, we may not be an Olympic athlete like Sally Pearson or a dancer like Patrick Swayze but we can be the best that we can possibly be. We can turn our lives into the dream we always believed and hoped possible. We can learn to spend wisely and grow our money, we can learn to be a good sport and enjoy our activity and we can learn to dance and feel the “wind beneath our wings.”  We have a choice to develop our gifts.

There are many people who teach meditation, relaxation, life coaches, business coaches, doctors to aid us in improving our health or managing it, natural therapies and so much more. We have to make a conscious choice to refuse the status quo and change things.  We need to decide that a “Life Change” is possible and we want it.

Yet it can be difficult to organise all these changes on our own. At times everyone could use a little guidance to get started, stay on track or be encouraged. My husband and I have been working towards getting a plan together, one which would help me to manage my own challenges by creating a “Life Change“. I needed to refocus myself, my energies and plan new dreams and goals to take into consideration my health and be able to adapt as I become healthier.

Life Change

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“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”    ― Albert Einstein

I’ve already started my “Life Change” program. It’s not all ” beer and skittles” or “sunshine and roses”. I still have bad days and need help picking myself up, but I’m hoping things are going to be much better very soon. It’s easier to see the light again if the dark clouds arrive and that’s a great help.

When I’m fighting a battle on a health front, when things don’t go to plan, when I wish things were different, it seems strange to be starting a self development ‘program’ and yet I felt that it has been the ideal time to start. If I can do this when things aren’t easy then I know I can make even more changes and kick more goals when life is better. So, I’m reaching for my stars. I wanted to share my excitement with you, my friends in cyberspace.  Perhaps I’ll need a hand to help me up if I slip, but I’m happy I have a path I can see clearly now.

“So be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact. And remember that life’s A Great Balancing Act. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed) Kid, you’ll move mountains.”    ― Dr. Seuss

May you kick all your goals each day. Together we can change the world.

Ciao, Susan x

© Susan Jamieson  2013.

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“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”   ― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

A strange thing happened to me tonight as I read through the blogs I follow on my reader.  Someone I have come to know very well, and for whom I have the greatest admiration for, was obviously having a very hard time. In fact, as I was reading this post my husband walked in to find tears streaming down my face. At that moment, at trying to explain what ‘was wrong,’ I came to a startling realisation.

For the first time in many long years I have found, here in cyberspace, on Word Press, a group of people who have become friends. In fact they are very dear friends, and this has happened without my being consciously aware of it. The realisation was, for me, quite momentous. I have spent the better part of my adult life without friends.

There had been several reasons. My ex was a police officer and many people find that confronting. They were polite, to a point, but really didn’t want to socialise. Then there were those who wanted to believe the worst of any police officer, and his family, during the Fitzgerald Corruption hearings, and as you can imagine some very cruel things were said. He had a phobia about retiring and finding he was penniless and so everything we had earned whilst working went into our home and investments. We owned our home but our family life had been – somewhat lacking. Holidays were something we dreamed of as everyone went away over the summer holidays.

Still, they couldn’t know this but it was said that ‘he must be corrupt because we owned our home’. Cruel, senseless and divisive. It was needlessly cruel towards our children and for that I despised, with a fierce intensity, those people. Then later there were those people who had professed to be friends and evaporated like a summer breeze the moment my ex husband and I separated. It felt like I had contracted some unknown contagion and I felt more isolated than ever.

“When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that’s when I think life is over.”    ― Audrey Hepburn

I was asked recently when I had built a wall around myself. It took a while for me to follow the thought back, inside myself, and to realise when it had begun. This protection mechanism to prevent the feelings of hurt and rejection. I had an image to protect, that of the competent no-nonsense individual who could do anything, despite the difficulties. It was a persona which had developed over many years and for those who have read my posts about Voice Dialogue and Sub Personalities you will recognise this was “The Protector”.

However, I have moved on and against the odds I have met and married a wonderful caring man, someone who takes the time to understand the complexities of my nature. I am daily grateful for this miracle. Yet he has also done more than allow me to love freely again. He has allowed that shield I erected to start to come down. I have extended myself to others and been accepted. I have found people who are genuine, who wish me well and whom I have come to care for deeply. Should anything happen to these people I would feel all the grief one would normally feel at the loss of a close friend or family member.

Friendship

image from http://www.hbdragon.com     Lives entwined.

This may seem like a small thing for some. It may seem trite to others. Yet I have learned that friendship is one of the most important things we can give to each other. The knowledge that we need not put on a face to shield how we feel from them and that they will still offer support, an ear to hear you or kind words to help you knit those fraying emotions together again. It means, very simply, that no-one need ever feel alone because feeling alone, feeling isolated and misunderstood is corrosive to our hearts and souls. Our spirit is damaged by the isolation from other spirits, from other spirits in human form as we are here on earth.

So, to all those who I have come to value through my interaction with you, I offer you my friendship, a delight in your creativity, an empathy in your difficult times, and a joy in your happiness. As much as people crave love, friendship is the glue to make or lives a glowing beacon.

I wish everyone, true friendship, and my heartfelt thanks for allowing me to reclaim this wonderful feeling. Thank you.

Friendship

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Be well, be supported, receive friendship and happiness, and smile at least once a day.

Ciao, Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2013

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