What a week it has been over here, which started last Saturday evening when our youngest daughter became acutely unwell, which quickly resulted in an ambulance being dispatched, the wonders of A&E at stupid o’clock, and sleep deprivation for the week that followed.
The power of your intention is a life changing tool that is readily available to each and every one of us. Unlike the trend of New Year’s Resolutions, intentions work with a gentler energy that goes beyond the ego and measurable goals.
Our eldest is a beautiful soul and up until the years of compulsory education, he was the most free-spirited and damn right hilarious child. Sadly, from the age of four, he has continually struggled with the demands of needing to conforming with the predetermined rules and regulations of the school setting.
A few weeks ago I resigned from my job and promptly had my hair dyed so many colours, even a unicorn would blush. Call it peri-menopause, mid-life crisis, or simply living, but I was driven to do certain things and I did them.
This month I have stepped out of the family home and temporarily shaken off some of my limiting labels, such as Mum, wife, housewife, stay at home mum, Daisy’s mum, and many other titles too.
It appears that I’m now of an age where I can no longer eat what the hell I like and boast about my super duper metabolism. Nope, now a minute on the lips starts to slide down onto my hips, thereby creating a padded cake shelf, which I could blame on having had four children, but it wasn’t there before the autumnal nights of red wine, chocolate and savoury snacks slipped into my life
I remember the sleepless nights when our eldest child was a colicky newborn, the frustrating times of him being a wilful three-nager, the daily meetings with his reception year teacher over his non-compliant behaviour, and I can even recall the times of the three hundred questions a day inquisitive six year old.
My ten year old son and I recently went out on a dinner date, partly just to spend some one to one time together, but also so I could attempt to show him how to act on a date.
The word January originates from a Latin word meaning “an obligation to ask everyone if they had a nice Christmas” or “What is your new year’s resolution?” Actually, as you have probably already concluded, that is not based on a true story. January is named after Janus, the god of new beginnings and transitions, so there is a tenuous link between making resolutions and new beginnings.
Over the years, I have dabbled with various shapes and forms of meditation, so when my beautiful meditation group with kindred spirits recently came to a close, I set about finding a new class where I could continue my meditative practice.
