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“Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others, Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing, The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart’s possessing, Returns to you glad.” — John Greenleaf Whittier

There are so many ideas on what Christmas “should” mean to everyone. I really don’t like the idea that “should” can enter into the reason why we think, feel believe or do something.  There has to be a more visceral reason behind our thoughts and actions, especially at such a time of year.

I know some people  are of the belief that the ‘true spirit’ of Christmas can only belong to those who are in real need. To some extent that may be true. I feel deeply for the many who will spend their Christmas season in hospitals or care due to ill-health. I won’t categorise the level of need or ill-health since that feels shallow, to me at least.

Is the person terminally ill with cancer any less in need than someone needing a transplant or a heart valve replacement or a small child with an acute allergic reaction needing a respirator to breath? I don’t think so.  Yet there are those who are suffering from any kind of mental disability for whom the very joy around Christmas adds to their depression or malaise.

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Yet I can understand these people all too well and I am totally grateful that they have a chance to start the New Year better than they finish this one. I pray that is the case, although there is also a measure of sadness in that wish, since for them to be better someone else has to have found a worse ending.  Life is like that; what is given on one hand is also taken away on the other, and who am I to judge?

The other people I think of at this time are those who don’t really fall into this group.  Their ailments seem trivial in comparison and yet they can be as devastating in their own way.

The person with a chronic skin ailment who has to spend all summer hiding from the sunshine whilst the newscasters joyously tell us will be hotter and brighter than the day before. It must be demoralising for them. What about the person in chronic pain, stumbling around their home, trying desperately to get all in order for the ‘big day’ yet knowing that within a relatively few short hours they will be left alone in their pain with none the wiser. These people I also think of and wish an easier time for. These people know that there is no cure for them and cannot, even tenuously, hold onto a hope that help may be around the corner.

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Yet I have found that I can ‘gift’ to the world. In the same way I can spread gratitude around the world – by intention, then I can also spread love , happiness and friendship around the world – by intention.

I visualise a beautiful rainbow coloured sphere encircling the world, coming from my heart and covering the world. I chose rainbow colours to represent all the chakras, but also to help ‘fill up’ any chakra which was a little flat or empty. After I firmly have this vision of rainbow light covering the world I imagine it showering down on everyone in the world, bringing love, friendship and happiness.  It can also cover love, friendship and understanding for the self as well as for others, and also all the animals, plants, spirits, in fact anyone or thing inhabiting out little planet.

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This is my small way of giving a gift to everyone on the planet. Of course the gratitude is also there, that I have so many wonderful people to be grateful for; that I have so many creatures on this planet to spread all this to also.  In my own small way I am also blessed because I can help to bring some peace and joy to everyone.

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“It is the personal thoughtfulness, the warm human awareness, the reaching out of the self to one’s fellow man that makes giving worthy of the Christmas spirit.”    – Isabel Currier

May your Christmas be filled with love and laughter, peace and understanding and happiness to fill your heart the whole year through.  Bless ❤

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“When you express gratitude for the blessings that come into your life, it not only encourages the universe to send you more, it also sees to it that those blessings remain.”      Stephen Richards

Christmas means many things to many people and no one person can say that they are right any more than another.  I thought about what goes through my mind when Christmas is drawing close.  “The Twelve Days of Christmas” is an English Christmas carol that enumerates a series of increasingly grand gifts given on each of the twelve days of Christmas. Textual evidence suggests the song, first published in England in 1780, may be French in origin.  My little story is very loosely based around this.

On the first day of Christmas I collected up my things, a pen and notebook for my list.  I settled down to write and got my list just right after thinking of the gifts I’d like to give to all of those I love in my life. When I’d finally done, and I read through my list, with each thought I saw the person clear and bright, and I was filled with Gratitude for I knew I’d got the gift just right and I was blessed to have my loved ones on my list.

On the second day of Christmas I settled at my desk and turned on my computer to take my “test.” I searched through many pages and checked all through my list to make sure I found the gift which I required.  As I ticked off each gift I found, and where to go to buy that perfect gift  for each person, I found my heart was filled with Gratitude, which grew with every tick I made upon my list.

On the third day of Christmas I set out on my rounds to begin to gather all the gifts which I had chosen. It wasn’t quite so easy as I found it rather slow, to get the ticks I needed on my list.  Yet with each one I made, another gift which I had found, I also felt a burst of Gratitude inside, since I saw with perfect ease the people I would please and how they’d feel as they each received their gift. However, by the end of the day I hadn’t finished off my list and I knew I’d have to set out at least once more.

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On the fourth day of Christmas I set out nice and early and found amongst my travels quite a few surprises. The gifts that I had thought would be perfect for someone, with surprise I found an even better one.  So with each new tick I added, I found a flush of Gratitude that I hadn’t found the gifts I first thought so good, because I now  knew inside that these new ones were just right and my steps had been guided by the Universe. I was being blessed by the help I was receiving and my task was becoming easier each day.

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On the fifth day of Christmas I found myself distracted, by the sound of all the Christmas carols played in the stores. As I browsed along the rows of cards, with scenes of snow-covered landscapes, I found myself yearning for a drink. So I headed for my coffee shop and had myself a treat, a beautiful hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows, and of course it wouldn’t be the same without a piece of cake, so I sat and relished every crumb.  As I sat there and watched the crowds, all milling to and fro, I found my heart filled with Gratitude for the magic to be found in the simple things we take for granted. Our memories are a gift, free to share as long as we care, and it was a beautiful day to rejoice.

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On the sixth day of Christmas I set off once more, since I had to catch up on gifts I hadn’t bought whilst day dreaming away the time as I sat with my hot chocolate the day before.  But it was more than worth it I found, as my heart was filled with joy and Gratitude for all the memories I had recalled.  Childhood snowmen with carrot noses, snowball fights with my brothers and the warmth of the fire in the house. With the tinsel everywhere and the tree glittering bright, our home was always a beautiful sight.

On the seventh day of Christmas I received my first Christmas card, and my amazement grew and grew. The very card I’d seen as I drank my hot chocolate, of the snow-covered village lit by Christmas lights, was the same one I held in my hand, sent by my wonderful friend and my Gratitude knew no bounds. Yet once more I knew for sure that I was being blessed even more and I smiled my widest smile.

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One the eighth day of Christmas I set off once more and found the final things which I would need to make my Christmas feast, the one whichmy family love best, a traditional roast turkey and all the trimmings. A favourite in my home and a tradition we’ve had for years, one which I’m Grateful I have kept going for my parents, and for me! Even though they wont be there, they will be watching where we are, and I know they’ll be wishing us joy and happiness.  Their presence will be felt and their kisses butterfly soft as we spend our day remembering those days long past. Another blessing in my basket and I’m feeling that special spirit grow as Christmas overtakes us once more.

On the ninth day of Christmas as I wander through the malls, I see the signs for donations at every turn.  My heart is overflowing with the blessings I have received and, with Gratitude for my own Abundance, I fill my shopping basket and drop off all the items as I go so someone else can share in my happiness.  I wish with each item I leave, that whoever receives these parcels will receive my gift of gratitude and blessings.  It’s not a gift I can wrap but my wish for them will be, “Love, Miracles, Gratitude and Abundance” to flow to them all year.

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On the tenth day of Christmas my list was finally done and each item had a tick alongside it. I laughed with joy and Gratitude that the day was nearly here when my family would gather together for the day.  For although we see each other often there is a special magic to Christmas day and I’m blessed each year we are all together. The house is filled with love, happiness and joy and the stories start to flow as we relax. We remember those not present and tell stories of their time and regale each other with stories from our year.  A family is so special and I’m blessed that I can say, my family is still together and each loves the other dear.

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On the eleventh day of Christmas my excitement grew and grew. I laughed with unbound joy and I gathered up my things to wrap each present carefully.  For each present which I wrapped I chose the paper carefully, and matched it with the ribbon and card.  As I filled in each and every one, I saw the faces of my loved ones clearly, their smiles shining as they received each wrapped gift. Each paper fold and piece of tape had been placed with love and care, and the sight of the pile under the tree just grew. I said a little prayer, for the Gratitude in my heart, that Christmas was being shared with my family once more. I remembered all those people, whose families would not be together, the soldiers and nurses, police and ambulance officers, all those we depend on whilst we relax. I asked for a huge blessing to be sent to each family in Gratitude for keeping us safe.

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On the twelfth day of Christmas the sun dawns bright as always, my heart is filled with happiness and Gratitude so huge, it overflows my heart and I send it round the world for everyone to share.  My husband’s hand rests softly on my arm and he looks at me and says,”Merry Christmas Darling” and we share a Christmas kiss. We wrap our arms around each other,  and heart to heart share our Gratitude with each other, for our families, friends and loved ones who will join us around our tree.

It’s the simple joys we’ll remember the most. The presence of our family, the smiles on all their faces, the time we spend talking and reliving our beautiful memories. It’s the love we share around the room, as we exchange our small gifts,  the blessings for the food we share and most of all, that we all care – for each other, for our friends, for the people around the world. It’s in this spirit of caring that we will make our Christmas bright.

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My wish for you is to share my joy. I offer you my Gratitude, that you are here with me today, sharing my small story and my wish for Christmas Day. Peace, joy and happiness, and blessings every day, that Gratitude fills the heart and soul of everyone on earth. Love, Miracles and Abundance today and every day.

“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

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“Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”Ralph Waldo Emerson

Our  late arrival meant we missed the scenery, so here is what we missed seeing yesterday.

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Quality Resort Sails, Port Macquarie

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Carp in the pond

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Cormorant on the pontoon

We had a laughable start to the day. After deciding a “late” start was appropriate after the day before, we ordered breakfast for 8.30am, settled ourselves for the evening,  a light meal and after luxuriating in the shower fell into bed for a well deserved sleep. The next thing we knew was the knocking on the door the following morning – at 8.30am NSW time!

We forgot in the pleasurable rush to relax to change the time on our small travel alarm! It was set, but of course wouldn’t go off for another hour. A semi sleepy breakfast later, which tasty beautiful, we were ready to quickly shower and start traveling again, but not until we explored the grounds and took some photos. Then we climbed aboard our trusty vehicle and headed off into the traffic.

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roadworks

There were road works aplenty, which didn’t slow us down too much. What’s a couple of extra hours at a slow  speed compared to seeing huge machines and dust/mud  on the windscreen, compared to getting a six lane highway which should have been built in the beginning?

What started out as a fine sunny day quickly became very windy, I mean gale force winds which rocked the car around like a kite on a string.  Then, just as suddenly the storm we could see building over the Sydney area hit us too, big fat wet drops hitting the windscreen and making visibility difficult. What does a little more time on the road matter? More time to  chat and talk about all those things there are never time for in the hurly burly world of the normal work day, and of course being able to practice my amateur photography skills.

“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

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Wilton NSW. A brief stop in the trip. Back on the road again…..

cuttings in newcastle expressway

One of the many cuttings on the Newcastle  Calga Expressway. Trying to take these at 110kph is no easy task, blurry images filled the camera for a while.

crossing the bridge Batemans Bay on dusk

Arriving in Bateman’s Bay at dark, tired and weary and ready for a nice cup of coffee. All  clocks changed to daylight savings time now!

Party time tomorrow!

“Never any weary traveler complained that he came too soon to his journey’s end.”
Thomas Fuller

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“Holidays are about experiences and people, and tuning into what you feel like doing at that moment. Enjoy not having to look at a watch.”
Evelyn Glennie

Kiama waterfall

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There is something inexplicably exciting when you start planning a holiday, even if it is going to be just a short break.  We are going to live in the moment and make sure we are BEing present for everything that happens. That’s what we are doing for several reasons.

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My father in law is eighty tomorrow and he is having a “surprise” birthday party.  It’s hard to keep it a surprise these days as the family is large and the logistics of getting everyone together, all the arrangements made and the party preparations are impossible to hide.  Especially when he specifically said “No surprise parties” he feels he’s too old to have birthdays now.  We persuaded him that the alternative wasn’t very nice and he’s agreed to keep having them for us.

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It’s even more special for me since it’s the first birthday and family get together since our wedding earlier this year, and then not everyone could make it, so I get to meet everyone I didn’t see then, but now as part of the family.  It’s even more poignant since both my parents have passed away and I no longer get to have these events to look forward to. It’s made me realize that each gathering and milestone is important, too important to let them slip by without giving them the attention they deserve.  So, sorry Dad, but roll on the party!

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80th party celbration

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I think we’ll forget the hats though – he’s not really into them, unless of course they’re the rural fire brigade helmets where he’s been a member for sixty years. Quite an achievement and there is little he wouldn’t be able to tell you about keeping us safe in this hot dry weather.  I’m sure top of his list would be to clear around your houses and controlled burns to clear away the rubbish.  But that’s another story.

rural fire brigade

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So we are setting off on a trip to southern New South Wales.  We are making the most of it since we haven’t yet had our “honeymoon” – simply too busy! This, Ray has decided, is a “deposit” on our honeymoon holiday.  So we’re stopping on the way down at Port Macquarie and afterwards we are spending a week in a beautiful B&B with some breathtaking scenery outside the ‘back door’ where we can rest, relax, explore,  go for long walks or simply read and soak up the peace and tranquility.  On the way home we will make a stop in Coffs Harbour to finish things off before arriving back ready to hit the decks running again.

Kiama

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I’m only breaking one rule, I’m taking my laptop so I can use my photos and blog about what we’re doing or not, as the case may be, and the party, and the drive there and back, since I have this feeling there may be things to see and photograph and I’d love to share them. Recharging your batteries is so important, it helps keep you motivated and looking forward to the big treat when it arrives.  So much excitement in the planning of all the details, where to go and what to see and do.

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So in two days we’ll be on the road early… not too early since I’ve been coerced into seeing a kinesiologist to try to get me there and back with my back in one piece and without too much pain!  Day one we only go as far as Port Macquarie so it’s not a huge day and we can have plenty of tea breaks to take in the scenery.

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Eurobodalla, Moruya Coast

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I’m so grateful we have such a wonderful life to look forward to. It’s all in the way you choose to look at it.

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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain

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“Sometime in your life you will go on a journey.
It will be the longest journey you have ever taken.
It is the journey to find yourself.”

Katherine Sharp Simple Abundance

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Theres no denying, the path to self discovery is full of half filled journals. Each one begun with zeal and promise and oft-times left forgotten under the press of other, more important matters.  The funny thing about journals is that they aren’t a new thing. Writing in a journal has been an occupation which has been around for hundreds of years. The main difference is that they were often called diaries back then.  Many a fair Victorian lady could be seen writing in her diary, her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams and it was a perfectly acceptable, indeed, it was a recommended pastime for a young lady.  They even date back to Roman times and were called  a ‘diurnal’.

So why have they achieved so much prominence now?  My personal view is that many people have taken the route to self discovery and recognised the value of keeping a journal. It allows you to order your thoughts, identify recurring patterns of behaviour or thoughts and allows you to express those inner most desires we often don’t wish to share with anyone else.  They also allow you a path to self discovery and improvement. Recently I completed a 30 day Gratitude Challenge wherein I kept a journal, (a Gratitude Journal) for thirty days.  We looked at the things in our daily lives for which we were grateful.  When viewed from a different perspective it is amazing to find how many things each day we can be grateful for. With the right degree of coaching (suggestions on how to look at the every day things in a different light), it is incredibly easy to find many incidental things we are grateful for, the sunny day instead of rain, the rainy day to water the garden and bring on our plants, the beautiful moon shining down on us, the help of a stranger as we struggle with our shopping, the smile from a waitress as she brings our order, the love and understanding from a husband or wife, the smile and hug from a child. The list becomes endless when you look with different eyes at the world around us.

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However, we, my husband and I, have had so much fun doing the Gratitude Challenge that we decided to repeat it again.  We are finding more and more things we are grateful for and we are finding ourselves happier each day as we fill in our journal. We are also happier with each other because we have more things we are grateful for about each other!  A wonderful bonus! So we decided it would be even more fun to combine our journal with a personal history.  We had already decided to make a travel journal, recording each outing, however big or small, one picture to act as a memory trigger and writing about the activities and what we had appreciated about them.  In essence, what we were grateful for as a result of our experiences.

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On thinking about what we planned we decided to get a large two ring binder, not a small one since we plan on putting lots into this, and called it a “Living Journal” because it was something we were going to continue to add to throughout our lives. It would be a record of our journey, with gratitude, throughout all the countries and places we visited and recorded in our “Living Journal.”   Sounds great!  It couldn’t be any old two ring binder though. We wanted to make it something special from the outset to match the intent we had for it.

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So we went out and wandered through the craft areas of one of the local shops and gathered the supplies we thought would make this something extra special. We came home with styrofoam and wadding to make it nicely padded.  We found two different types of material to decorate it with, plus some ‘rope binding’ to divide the segments.  We also have some glitter stickers and butterflies to finish off the dressing.   We made a start this evening, getting the foam glued to the folder – and melting some in the process. We learned to be grateful it wasn’t glued to the board we rested it on!  We played around with the material deciding which pictures we might like in each ‘quadrant’ (there will be four sections front and back but not squared off or totally symmetrical since life isn’t boxed up so neatly),  and how it would be finished off with the other adornments.  I  have a feeling we may decide to add to it but that’s part of the fun.

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hand decorated journals
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We already have a couple of small outings planned and a slightly longer holiday plus a big eightieth birthday party to attend. Dare I say it, we are almost excited to be able to start filling our journal! The wonderful thing about it is that we can simply add the pages as we like, until it is filled and then we can begin another!  We can use coloured or plain paper. We can each write what we like to add to the photo memory and add anything else which was special at that time. Perhaps an entry ticket somewhere or an information leaflet.  The list is only limited by our imagination and what we are grateful for.

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Now I’m off to bed to dream about decorating my journal,  my “Living Journal”  and,  since I feel I may want to decorate others now I have begun one, I’ll dream of the other also.  I may take lessons in how to make them really decorative and the wonderful things about it is that we can look back on it later and have the memories as fresh as the day they happened.  Lots of work and happy memories.  A “Living Journal”  – what a great idea Ray.

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“The heart of marriage is memories; and if the two of you happen to have the same ones and can savor your reruns, then your marriage is a gift from the gods.”
Bill Cosby

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handmade journals

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As anyone who follows these things knows, we have recently had our second full moon in August, which makes it a Blue Moon.  I wish it had been blue, that would have been a sight to see, but the one I saw was just as magical as a blue one.  I was thrilled and privileged to be able to take part in both a Full Moon Ceremony and a “Becoming” ceremony the next night with my husband.  Now that may sound like a “Ho Hum” event, but to find a partner who not only is interested in something close to your heart but is also happy and eager to join you in participating in these ceremonies is something to be, not simply awed by, but grateful beyond measure for.   So, my wonderful friend Nicole, had posted a fabulous Blue Moon Ceremony for anyone who was interested to follow.  We both watched, with bated breath, each day leading up to the full moon to gauge how the weather was going to be and what we might expect on the night. In fact, the night before we saw the moon rise spectacularly only to see the sky completely clouded over a few hours later. News came that down at Byron a thunderstorm was breaking. We kept a positive outlook that any inclement weather would  occur that night and on the night in question we would have perfect weather.  Our prayers were answered and we had a perfect night.
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Blue moon image courtesy of surfky.com

We had each thought carefully about the crystals we wanted to represent the people we would include in the ceremony and chose them carefully at our local crystal shop – we were totally grateful we could get exactly what felt right.  There is something magical in finding precisely the right things you need and carefully bringing them home and preparing to put everything into action.

August 31st was a beautiful day and a glorious night. Not a cloud in sight and a fabulous view of the moon from where we had set up. It was even a relatively balmy evening where we were,  at least comfortable enough that we didn’t need to rug up like Eskimos.  Sitting there peacefully, following the instructions and meditating throughout, brought up many memories and emotions. It was quite an experience, even for someone who has been doing this for a while.  It was impossible to feel jaded if you put your heart into it as we did.  Afterwards it felt peaceful, almost as if we had been touched  by Spirit, which we had indeed been. The Universe was watching and all was more than well with the world. Now to wit for the following night.

September 1st dawned bright and clear. Sunny skies and a cool breeze augured well for the “Becoming” ceremony that night.  We had our list ready – the list of all the things we wished to release and what we would replace them with. It was also my husband’s birthday, so it was a doubly magical time and experience for both of us.  For the first time in many years my husband’s son was here for his father’s birthday, and as importantly, to share, at least a part of Father’s Day with him.  All wonderful signs that the Universe was with us.
Father's Day prayer

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It was a wonderful day from the beginning.  A quick shopping trip to get some decent clothes for the ‘boy’ to go out to dinner in and back home to get them ready.  Strange how such an everyday act can mean so much more when it hasn’t been repeated often.  He wasn’t overjoyed at getting ‘tied’ into smart clothes, but such is the price one sometimes  is asked to pay.  If there was any irony there it was the fact that he looks very presentable when he’s dressed up in smart clothes. The girls notice him – something I’m not sure he really identifies with even though he would love to have a girlfriend. Strange how it’s always someone on the outside who can see thee things.  It was the same way with the wedding, but that’s another tale altogether.

Dinner was sumptuous! The food was beyond merely delicious, it melted in your mouth and was something else to remember the occasion for.  First time together for his father’s birthday, first time at a good restaurant for dinner, dressed nicely and a superb meal to honour the occasion.  Scallops and bugs, prawns and fish, heavenly food indeed.  To add that magical touch to the occasion, we were seated in front of the window and got the most wonderful view of the moon rising over the water! Large, round and magical, she floated through the sky in front of us for the entire meal.  What better backdrop could we have asked for!

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Feeling replete, (some of us more replete than others!) we made our way home again. No rush, the moon sailed along on our left as we travelled down the highway until we reached home.  What a different night from the one before! There was a distinct bite to the air, more like a frigid gust from the south pole.  A wise decision was made to change into warm clothes before completing the “Becoming” ceremony.   So, more like Eskimos than before, ( now why had I thought of Eskimos the night before?), we got ourselves organised and under the clear skies and opulent view of the full moon we completed our ceremony.  Time seemed to stand still and as we finished our meditation I came back to the world around me to hear a chorus of birdsong which hushed as a silent shape ghosted overhead and off into the trees. Our resident owl had passed by.  Another beautiful sign that we were in sync with the world.

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Full moon ceremony. Image courtesy of sanctuary.net

Today is Father’s Day, a special day for fathers and their children, or in our case father and son.  A beautiful and truly special way of concluding a magical couple of days.  Thank you Nicole, your ceremonies were wonderful and this time, our special time, has been all the more incredible because it coincided with other special moments. We have magical memories to share and a wonderful start to our “New Beginnings”.

I feel truly Blesssed.

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