Cloak me in authenticity and call me human

I want to pull my soul out from the inside and wear it like a cloak. This is me. My authentic self. How I want to live. From this moment on. But I am still struggling to merge my old self with my new self to form the congruent ultimate me. I understand. I am a human. We’re meant to mess up, stumble, be challenged, feel the pain in the moments that matter to appreciate when happiness comes calling your name. I want to accept everything that is happening to me, I trust you Universe I do but I have control issues…..and I am not sure of your time frame… Do you even have a watch?

Maybe I should just stop my whining and appreciate the simple things, like Sundays full of sunshine, brunch with my biddies, the beautiful place I call home…such sacred space. Lamb roast dinners with my housemates. Thank you.

You already are.

I have previously mentioned that this little house I share with two other fabulous women has walls covered in quotes. Our favourite quotes. To give us inspiration. To help us remember we’re human. To find love in the hard moments. My favourite of all of these quotes resides in our dining room, its by Courtney A Walsh and she says it like this….

“Dear Human,

You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through by the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of…..messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s plenty.”

 

As someone who constantly struggles to live in the present moment and to just be human and not strive for perfection, this quote struck a chord with me and is a great daily reminder to just be me!

I hope it does the same for you. Love love xxxx

Another one bites the dust.

Today I had a little tumble. And by little tumble I been bit the dust HARD (tripping over onto concrete with my knees breaking the fall). In the middle of the road in peak hour traffic. Yes. It was so painful. On the upside I didn’t face plant and escaped relatively uninjured apart from my wounded ego that couldn’t even get a quick escape because my body couldn’t move. I didn’t burst into tears and two lovely peak hour traffickers did stop to offer assistance but I pulled myself together dusted that shit off, got up and marched on with my day. However, it has been replaying in my mind. See I like to questions things. I am a why child (must be why my Mum is so crazy). So why did this happen to me? I’m a good person, right? Was I providing entertainment for peak hour drivers to give them a laugh on their journey home? Is it a metaphor to say ‘Hey slow down mofo!’? Did someone see me walking in the middle of the road island and send me bad juju? Am I constantly looking ahead instead of concentrating on what is happening now? Or…. did I just fall over because I am a clumsy eejit!

Nature’s Intervention

A few years ago a dear friend of mine helped me become aware of spiritual signs in the form of animals. Basically certain animals will show up in your life or place themselves right in your line of vision and they represent a message you need to hear.  This has been happening to me a lot over the last few days so I thought I might share with you. Everything from Magpies to Dragonfly’s, Crickets, Lizards, Butterfly’s, Ants…..have been gracing myself with their presence, but why exactly?

I am going through quite a challenge at the moment, my house is on the market and not selling which is not giving me the financial freedom I would like right now plus I am going through a lot of soul changes which is affecting the way I look at the world and the relationships surrounding me. This is all good, I welcome it, but some days you just need that tap on the shoulder that says ‘Hey, you’re on track. Stop stressing’. Animal symbolism is that for me…..when you have run out of self guidance and you feel like your Universe is not shaping itself the way you intended BAM a White Cockatoo crosses your path. It’s presence translating to illumination, literally telling me ‘there is a light at the end of your tunnel’.

And just like that I can breathe again.

Some websites I use to find out animal symbolism meanings are:

http://www.whats-your-sign.com/

http://www.spiritanimal.info/

http://www.shamanicjourney.com/

http://www.universeofsymbolism.com/

The ‘no plan’ Plan.

As previously divulged I have in fact just entered my thirties. I live in a house with two other girls, one also having  just turned 30 and the other (the baby of the urban family) is 28. I also think it is fair to say that I am finally “Growing up”.  Gone are the days when I can stay out until 6am in the morning, come home and sleep all day. I want more. Much more. So trying to transition from that place to the magical place of harmony and peace is proving to be bloody difficult. I am a self confessed control freak. There I said it. So I am tussling with my transition and the lifestyles of my two dear housemates. They are very much still in the stages of “Lets drink and be merry” which is great except I am craving peace. Stillness. Personal Growth. So how do I co-exist in this household without being the Fun Police?

My control freakiness can breathe if I have a plan. This works in that I make a plan, life doesn’t go according to that plan but I somehow ended up where I wanted to go anyway. So the plan. For the peace.  I’ve got to be honest first and let the girls know what’s going on in my head. It scares me. What if they don’t want to be friends with the new me and I’m left out of the loop because I no longer want to drink and inhale second hand smoke on a Saturday night? Our friendships are based on more than that surely? I would like to think they are based on the ‘I accept you for who you are’ motto. Which leads me to my next thought… Maybe, I need to let it all go. Both of my beautiful housemates are who they are, I can’t ask them to change just because I am. I also can’t be afraid to change because of what it might do to us. So I take these steps, with you, my friend and leave the rest up to The Universe.

Cherries have pips in them. So do I.

So. I started this blog because quite frankly a little voice in my head keeps telling me to do it… (Yes there’s more than one, and in the interest of full disclosure I’m only half crazy) … knowing where to start is not the easiest task so I will give you a list of my current obsessions, then you can decide if we can be friends…

• Letting go of bad habits – while The Offspring song is awesome mine are not so much.
• My laptop – the keyboard lights up. It excites me. And its helping me write this to you. That excites me also.
•  Oracle cards by Doreen Virtue  – these are my newest ‘fortune cards’ that give me beautiful messages on a daily basis. Thank you.

• Quotes – My housemates and I write our favourite quotes around our house in chalk. I’ll share my favourite with you another time!
• Food – cannot live without it and have just started actually controlling my sugar addiction, instead of it controlling me. Winning.
• Yoga – the exercise that isn’t really exercise. This is why Yoga and I are friends.
• Housemates who clean up their own mess – does this need an explanation?
• Rock Salt Lamps – It’s just pretty and apparently good for you, so why not.
• The John Legend song – ‘All Of You’. I mainly love this song because of its vulnerability. And John Legend is pretty. I like pretty things.

Ok. So there we go. Like a band aid being ripped off (or other such first time occasions – this is where full disclosure may not be appropriate!) its over all too quickly. Thanks for reading my cherry.