Law of Attraction

Whilst out walking yesterday I got lost. I knew where I was going but I missed the wonder of nature as my left brain wandered off, wondering. The title of a friend's blog, coupled with meeting new people at the weekend, tripled with recent external events, and quadrupled with my own history, had got me thinking: What really attracts one human being to another and can we define that attraction?

We are often told that pheromones are key to sexual desire, but what about platonic friends, places, animals...?

How is it that I choose to make contact with one person over another in a room full of strangers? Is it the light we see emanating from the other? Recognition of a prenatal acquaintance? Are we vibrating at a similar frequency? I just don't know... I have a much loved friend who, in her own words, doesn't do deep. Aside from a shared sense of humour (is this the key?) she is my opposite in practically every other way. So is it balance? Are they the missing fraction of our whole self, filling our gaps at any particular time?

Is it looks, or memories - however distant - either positive or negative, that shape our current leanings? I spent much of my childhood in a house overlooking Romney Marsh - in my eyes a bleak and not very welcoming landscape. Home, where I feel comfortable, is in undulating countryside, near trees, with a preference for broad leafed varieties. I do not suffer from wanderlust yet I am inexplicably drawn to the life of Mongolian nomads, an existance as far removed from mine as I can imagine. Why?

When I was 7 a german shepherd ate my guinea pig. Though I love all dogs I have no desire to adopt an alsatian. Ever.

Aum x

Kicking the but(t) of idle talk

Since August I've been looking for a lodge of the sweaty variety. While I was in it I thought never again do I have to put myself through this, however, since emerging from the "womb" the discomfort has mysteriously been erased from my memory. Like childbirth? I've no idea - I had a c-section.

A blog I stumbled across on my rambles round the web Shamanic Druidry led to a FB friend request and exposure to a diary of workshop opportunities, mostly taking place on the Isle of Sheppey.

I'd like to do this one or that one, I say... But it's too far, I tell myself. But what about the dog? Can I afford it? What is it with me? Jeez, it's only an hour away; Seth has many fans who are keen to adopt him for the day; and frankly I really don't need to buy any more books from Amazon when there is a perfectly good library system in place.

Admittedly I cannot reach my own backside so ordinarily I rely on someone to kick it for me.

Anyway, last Sunday I made it across the water to the reclaimed lands of the Isle for a workshop led by the wonderful Zoë Brân to mark the turning of the year, Samhain.

Caer Corhrain has beautiful energy and there were some lovely people present. We sat on sheepskins, attentive. We rattled and snuggled down into the fleeces. We journeyed to the middle and lower worlds to meet spirit helpers and also met an ancestor who gave us a gift. We asked questions, got answers and shared our findings. It was an enlightening day and I brought home further self-knowledge, reassurance, and I also gained some new friends. I'm planning to make a drum and/or rattle with Phil Jones in the near future and do further work with my spirit guides in whatever guise they appear.

If I can get off my But I think I'm on the medicine path...

Aum x

Truth, Lies and Mr Darcey

Some days I think a lot, analysing my feelings, over and over, over and over.

And over and over.

There are books out there that will explain exactly why and how what I'm doing is not beneficial. I've probably ready many of them, only to cast aside the half-read literature before moving on to the next must-read read on my Amazon wish list. I'm well versed at reading, choosing to forget to put into practice the well-crafted words, and then metaphorically sticking pins in my eyes when I realise I've fallen asleep AGAIN.

The dream is so vivid and so believable, I'm living it.

For my benefit I'm going to go over the basics again...

I hear something. Or see something. I have a point of view about it. It's not the truth, merely a point of view. Mine. And this is where I forget to take responsibility - it's mine and there is and an overwhelming likelihood that it's not the exact point of reference for any other person alive (da-dah!).

From this position I create a judgement, then pictures and thoughts, building to a story. It's not real. Hear me? It's not real. But my imagination is sometimes so creative, working in technicolour and stringing whole scenes together I begin to believe this costume drama is the truth. It's like believing that Colin Firth really is Mr Darcy... and suddenly I have turned into a Bridget Jones neurotic.

If feelings are just a chemical/electrical reaction in response to thoughts then they're easily manipulated and there is never any reason to think/feel anything other than happy. Duh!

Sometimes, however, life just gets in the way. Some days I feel sad.

Aum x

It's written in the Numbers

This morning at 10:10 10/10/10 I closed my eyes and made a wish. I trust that my wish is being fulfilled even as I type. I can feel it.

Everyone will benefit.

Love love love ♥

Aum xx

Sugar and spice

... And all things nice. I have recently been granted the opportunity to find out what I'm really made of.

For the first time in my life I am living alone: sharing the house with no-human-body. I'm a little bit happy, a little bit sad and a little bit of a scaredy pants. In due course, however, I guess I will find out who I AM.

I've started a new leg of my journey. In any case I've reset the mileometer to zero as, when I look in my rear-view mirror, I see that I have always put the needs of others before my own. I believe I am going to be selfing - getting in touch with what I want, discovering and owning my hopes and dreams. Mine. You hear that? Mine!

It's early days and I'm not yet bored or lonely, though I do miss eye contact, and it's just not the same when I tickle my own feet. I've got the dog for company and luckily he's happy to share the sofa and have his ears fondled. But, I'm craving human touch so if some wild-eyed female smelling of Christmas catches your eye and asks for a hug, do say hello.

Aum x

My idea of home

Alone in life
Like an eagle flying high
My kingdom is the mind
As the bird has its sky

This is the first verse of a poem I wrote 24 years ago. It isn't a happy poem, as none of them were in those days! Today I am lost in thought and yes, I feel the teensiest bit lonely. I wonder when it was that we stopped living in community, when we were there for each other. Not across the ether - yes those 3 hours on Facebook have been fun - but there in person, able to look into one another's eyes and touch each other. I curse the linear village!

For many years I've been yearning to live more simply and without excess baggage. I like nice things: I'd keep my Egyptian cotton sheets and cashmere cardigans thanks very much, just have less of everything. My dream home is a yurt. With plumbing for my very civilised bathroom annexe. And a workable kitchen area. The idea of living in one room appeals to me and I honestly don't understand why I would want to borrow crazy amounts of money to buy/borrow the bricks and mortar that constitute a house.

Cave of the Yellow Dog is one of my favourite films and I have pondered the life of a nomad. I don't think it's for me. I see a settlement of yurts and (I'll allow) wooden lodges, with a large communal kitchen garden and central area with seating and a home fire heating a forever-boiling kettle. If I hold this picture in my mind for long enough, one day this will be my home.

Aum xx

ps I'd have a little sign hanging on my (oak stable) door saying Welcome. Should my introverted nature take over I'd turn it round to show the legend I've retreated to my kingdom, please be seated and wait until I've landed.

Now... where was I?

I haven't been around much in the past few weeks, not in the moment. I went and stayed in the 2* resort of my head - upset and stressed about something over which I had no control, something in the past. What a waste of time and energy. I overlooked so much while I was time-travelling. I missed:

precious moments with my son
the beauty of starry skies
being in awe of the meteor shower
whole conversations
the feel of the wind in my hair
the rain on my face (and there was a lot of it to miss)
the song of the birds
the taste of the food I ate
life

Why did I go away? Hmmm... I was genuinely upset by the event and then immersed myself in the drama. Perhaps I even enjoyed my chosen role of queen - I certainly practised the scene often enough, going over and over my lines, rehearsing with anyone I thought might have ears to listen and give feedback. Who needs television?

I don't think the play will run as long as The Mousetrap and anyway, I think I may retire early, sleep on it and wake up to a brand new NOW.

Aum x

Love & Light

Whilst at Camp I found this quotation written in the back of my notebook. The words came from I know not where, and I do not remember inscribing my book. Apologies to the author for the lack of credit...

From the Source
Either generously or objectively
Sparks were given
Either selfishly or altruistically
We can encourage the flame
Own the love
And reflect the light
We are the Source
We are the light
We are the love

Aum x

Ne'kid - the bare bones of Medicine Camp

Further down the A303 after several terse phone calls home (signal-free sat nav, detail-free road atlas, sketchy memory of Google's instructions) I turned off towards Barton St David and the Field of Abundance. Note to self: listen to the inner voice which gives advice (in English accent) to advance on current route for a mile and a half and go the library to print route including waymarkers.

Our number was small, with ten or so assorted canvas structures around the boundary of the camping field. The site did not have abundant facilities, which really was ok. The home fire was kept alight and this provided a place to meet, cook, eat, laugh, chat and chant. I also did a fair amount of shivering and coughing as I am not yet adept at choosing the hot spot, nor the smoke-free zone!

It may not be very natural but I am an ardent watch wearer. Although I can sort of tell what time it is if the sun is showing itself I like to be more precise with my time-keeping. Thus, a 10 o'clock morning meditation starting at 11.30 I found somewhat challenging. At first. I soon settled into slow time and it's a mystery how the week passed so quickly. Oh, apart from the two hours I spent on a vision quest, sitting in the middle of a field... on my own... in the dark. They were hours made of elastic and I'm sure that if I'd not been wearing my trusty timepiece I would have mistakenly returned to my tent after just 20 minutes. I now have no fear of bugs or bats or things that go bump in the night.

The sun, when it managed to burn through the clouds, was hot.
And it rained. A lot.

Most days we were given a teaching. On the Thursday I wanted to leave Camp. I went for a walk, I had a cry and I got over it. The reason? I'd say it was a number of small things adding up to a big thing. In reality it was probably the teaching. Two words (3 if you count the ampersand): Depression & Responsibility. Hmmm I think a nerve had been jangled! RE (Dancing Fox) invited me to journey to the river. He reiterated some of the teaching and surprised me with some character flaws (mine). He was playful and insightful and I'm grateful. I learned so much from the other characters during the week, probably more than from the not-so-formal teachings. Each person and every situation we come across is presented so that we may learn from them.

The way out of Depression:
Do something
Do something for someone else
Create something beautiful
Grow up!

What do I wear for a sweat lodge? I asked SM. No reply, and I'd like to say I heard just a tinkle of polite laughter but Stalking the Bear only does the dirty sort, you know, from deep within the belly. Ok, so I was to enter the lodge naked, stripped of everything except my ego. I could go with that, because it was going to be dark. In fact the whole experience was rather wonderful and I emerged from the womb of the lodge hot, wet and feeling reborn. I gave things away and I took on things new. I felt at ease sitting round the ceremonial fire, unclothed and drying off in the moonlit night. Most of those present had breasts and those that didn't had dangly bits further down. No shame. Nature. The array of shapes and sizes of the female form always fills me with wonder. All are beautiful.

I met some lovely people. I found my voice in the company of others. I'm missing the singing, and the sense of community. I secretly sniff the jumper, still smelling of wood-smoke, that hasn't yet made it into the washing machine.

I'll be back for a second spoon of medicine.

Aum x

ps I really would like a bell tent for my birthday. I've already ordered the fire pit!

TV Vamp

I've been to Hampshire, somewhere off the A303 to visit Her Loveliness the NC, a school friend whom I hadn't seen for 19 years. Funny how with some people we can just pick up where we left off, the years and mental age dropping away effortlessly.

I'm sure NC won't mind me saying that she loves television, especially programmes where 80's shoulder pads are evident. I'd forgotten how addictive it is - television, not fashion: if I'm not careful the flickering screen draws my eyes in and with its invisible powers locks them on. Of course we didn't actually watch tv - it was there playing gooseberry to our grape juice (fermented). I obviously let go as I woke up slightly dehyrated(!) and I'm glad, for it was a truly fun evening. And I really did enjoy intentional television watching in the morning, sitting in bed, balancing my breakfast plate on my lap - such a rare treat! I think NC was offering contrast to what she called Hippy Camp, my next port of call.

Onwards to the outskirts of Glastonbury to locate the Dawn Star...

Although NC catered for my diet (thank you) I ate a little wheat whilst at camp, and since. I'm ok with this... for now. I've ordered "Clean" as recommended by NB of integral-dynamic.blogspot.com and I have a healthy lunch date with my new and inspirational friend next month - hurrah!!

Aum xx

Outside or Beside Myself?

Am I really creating everything in my world? If so maybe I should get to grips with the basics - please pass the playdough so that I can practice.

Some days I think I am going mad.

I need time to mull this one over...

Aum x

Letting Go... (is it safe?)

Given that in my ideal world I am driving my bus, who should drive the minibus of an 8 year old without a licence and not wearing his glasses? When does nurturing become a struggle for control over another? If I chose the lessons I need in this lifetime and am continually creating the life I - perhaps subconsciously - "want", surely the same goes for the small person in my life... So should I even attempt to:

- force him to eat fruit and vegetables having explained the consequences of a poor diet?

- push him (and I mean shove him) into trying new experiences given his preoccupation with " not losing", "failing" or even it "tasting nasty"?

I have a fearful child (he was a bright student of the sleeping mother) and now I wonder how best to teach him what I know, and am still learning. Today I led by example and then struggled to accept his choice not to follow and engage in adventure, daring and fun. I'm sitting with the above questions and find that I'm lacking even one answer.

Should I empower an 8 year old to make his own decisions and then...release my attachment to the outcome? Is an 8 year old even capable of making an informed choice (not one based on animal fear)?

The umbilical cord was cut but surely my job as belayer is not over? As far as knots go, it's a veritable hitch that I'm tying myself in...

Aum xx

Fear and Friend (or Foe): LOVE!

Oops, sorry. Was I snoring?

I've certainly been drifting in and out of wakefulness through the past few months and, if I can find a box of matches and prop my eye-lids open for long enough, I'm sure I'll get to the reason why...

This morning following a positive review (thank you Neeta www.neetashealthyplate.com - a luscious and bountiful blog) I felt I had to own up to the fear that keeps me from blogging. So I'm going to stand atop a virtual podium and shout: I'M SCARED - of not being witty enough, light enough, of showing my vulnerability, of being dishonest, of having writer's block, of being boring, darn it OF NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH! There, it's out. and my laptop hasn't caught alight and I'm still breathing fairly evenly (something I often "forget" to do).

I've recently done my biennial shelf-shuffle/dust and two books that have been cleverly camouflaged and unread on my bookcase, in gratitude, opened themselves up to me and gave me their truth. By name they are "The Celestine Prophecy"(James Redfield) and "Conversations with God" (Neale Donald Walsch) and by george they're good! If I'm honest I feel comforted that I resonate so strongly with the words on their pages, that our collective memory is returning (that I am now, perhaps just in time, choosing to remember).


My understanding is that there exists only two "emotions": love (lightness of being) and - in the absence of love - fear (dense, heavy energy). Feeling bad is a symptom of duality which occurs when I move away from my divine purpose = to love. If I honour myself and others, in thought, word and deed, I attract more love and light into my life, thus making my world spin in a cloudless blue sky :) All You Need Is Lennon & McCartney and Reg Presley Is All Around Me - really quite insightful aren't they?!

Unconscious living includes unconscious eating. Several thousand grams of sunflower oil from bags of Kettle Chips have mysteriously added themselves to my hips. I am still pretty much wheat-free, though I feel that doesn't count for much when I consider the other nutrient-free foods that have entered my body whilst my mind was occupied elsewhere...

1st August and time to sit with my-whole-self once again. As it is written on the silver ring on my little finger: Sa Ta Na Ma - a catalyst for change and a mantra describing the continuous cycle of life and creation. Oh yeah!

I'm glad to be back.

Aum x

A-new

I'm back. Again. Back having had a wonderful weekend retreat in North Yorkshire. It was an exhausting, energising, exhilarating, moving, blissful, loving couple of days.

I am especially grateful to EH for his vision www.kalagiya.org, to EH and the Fig for supporting me in getting up North; to AL&DKK for looking after the hairy, black, four-legged beast and to Jonjo, who had a fun-filled day with his child-minder. Heart-felt thanks also go to the other retreat participants who were present, open and honest, loving, giving, funny, entertaining and willing.

I went, weighed down with more than my bag full of superfluous clothes - most of the time my yoga pants and a t-shirt sufficed. It was cold and windy outside and I had packed for every eventuality: we could have done sadhana outside at 4am and I would have had enough layers to keep everyone warm!

I don't want to give too much away, however, in one exercise we each chose our power animal and spoke of the qualities we felt we shared. I likened myself to an owl because I am watchful and there is power in my silence. I have knowledge and wisdom under my ruffled feathered ego and one day I will fly.

Some day I will fly
I know not when
And even in my dreams
I cannot imagine what heights I will reach
Some nights I fly
Up into the sky and far beyond
I always come back to my earthly existence
And the challenges I have prepared
Some day I will let go of the fear
I will remember who I AM
And then I will fly

Returning home feeling cleansed, I am acutely aware of the excess in my life. Time to sort and shed not shuffle! It's not a small task and I'm choosing to see it is as: expend energy, cast out clutter, gain vitality.

On the subject of letting go: I'm still wheat-free!

Aum xx

Gratitude

Yesterday I realised a kick up the backside worthy of any half-tonne mule.

I was kindly reminded what a blessing it is to experience this brief and unique moment of existence and how hard we work to get here. A lot of the time I want to be elsewhere, preferably there.

Thus ensued a pleasant evening under investigation from an enlightened soul who turned the spotlight on the star of the hour, well-versed and right on cue, my ego. The full force of Fig's benign gaze and gentle questioning bored through my full defensive repertoire of tears, raised voice, de/reflection, distraction, fidgeting, averted eyes, and gradual shutting down. I so desperately wanted to go to sleep. I can't and I won't.

Today has been a day full of simple pleasures. For this I am grateful.

For the warmth of the sun and for the freedom to walk in beautiful countryside I thank the Universe. My thanks also go to the oak tree for allowing me to hug it and draw on its strength; the landowner around whose field I skirted, deviating from the footpath; Seth for coming each time he was called; AL&DKK for visiting, bringing their lovely energy and home-made cake (wheat-free); the farm shop for supplying a decent selection of vegetables; and always to the Fig.

It's been a good day and I am at peace.

Aum xx

Beast and the Beauty

Today, an observation of Ego (theirs) and Judgement (mine). Ok, ours and mine.

I was directed towards a spiritual forums site and after reading a few entries I had to un-knit my brow. I read strings of words of analysis and simply cast off. It seemed to me that many members saw their point of view as The Truth rather than their truth. I don't get it. Surely my innate knowing, felt deep inside - rather than knowledge found, stored and intellectualised - lights my way home. I know it!

On the very same site appears a user called Curious Snowflake who has written a children's parable. Beautifully simple. Read it on his blog: www.curioussnowflake.blogspot.com (April 2009).

"Yoga," the Fig whispered as I lamented my poor posture and curved spine. To be sure it is no piece of invisible string holding me up but the sheer will of the wrong muscles. Hmmm my preferred Yoga of the Mind, chanting Mantras, doesn't seem to have an effect on my core strength. My vocal range hasn't improved much with exercise either.

Aum xx

Lesson One

So I've been away for week. Away away for only a couple of days on a half-term trip northwards, absent for longer.

Before my mini-break I stumbled, lost my equilibrium and fell. Down an all too familiar hole. I see now how my ego pushed me and then stayed on to whisper acid drops in my ear. It's taken me seven days and now I am standing.

Observation 1
I was a sea-sponge of a child, soaking up all manner of negativity

Observation 2
My ego has immense strength

Observation 3
I know I am not my ego/programme/name/personality/weight/height but a perfect being

Observation 4
I am willing to coax my tentative flame from failing bulb to low-energy super bright led

I am reminded that it is impossible to measure spiritual brilliance. There is no grading system and carats don't help inner vision.

Hello! I'm back in my detoxing body, here and now.

Aum xx

Just Checking In...

Wheat-free & Meditation done. Check.

I was tickled but neither pink nor the deep purple of my zafu. I spent most, and I mean most, of yesterday's meditation wondering how to translate it, my sit, into my Blog (MAJ). And there was the added and ongoing distraction of a streaming nose and occasional cough. Not a great success, granted, but a couple of minutes of stillness is better than no effort at all. And I did the noticing of the wandering mind which, after all, is what my meditation was all about. Hey that means it was a success!

I'm sitting here wondering how I can keep up this creative lark, how to fill the blank screen. I've already forgotten most of the events of yesterday. Does this mean I was totally unconscious then or just living fully in the moment now? No matter, I'll plump for the second and respect everyone else's point of view, thank you very much. Maybe I should make notes...

MAJ has not been a bother today. This is good. I was busily engrossed in my motherly and housewifely duties, chauffeuring and doing crafty things. This could be progress or maybe in previous posts I did myself an injustice about the minutes and hours spent in my imagination? Darn it, I'm going round in circles. All this wondering is exactly the habit I aim to throw off and like my moth-eaten cashmere jumper it's very comfortable but really past its best. Part of me is obviously finding it hard to discard. Maybe the dog would like both habit and sweater to line his basket.

I'm off to meditate and heat up the remains of yesterday's vegetable curry.

Aum xxx

The Squeeze

Yesterday was here for a whole 24 hours.

I met LJ for a walk in the wilds of Beckley woods. It was cold. And muddy. And fun. I laughed and wheezed (I'm getting over a rather nasty cough) as we squelched and slid our way along the tracks. We talked about stuff as we always do, musing over.. well stuff.

I must admit that my meditation was not a long one and I squeezed it in before going to bed. I sat, I breathed and I returned to that breath deep in my belly each time my mind got busy, which happened to be fairly regularly. Part of me would like to sit, observe that I've left the present and then see which party we're off to next. It's all so random: who designed the synaptic infrastructure of my brain? Oh yes, that will have been me, but of course there were so many outside influences I'd like to credit, too numerous to mention by name but they're out there somewhere.

I did a basic meditation, to the word of the Fig, so why did I feel so dissatisfied? Something to do with the squeeze and the fact my hot water bottle was whispering "come and join me" I guess. The morning hours are a good time for me to sit, unless I'm with a group of people and then just about any time is ok as long as I don't have to travel more than about a mile. I woke 20 minutes before my rarely-set alarm today. And I lay thinking that this was a respectable chunk of time for a meditation in the sun-soaked bedroom... but bejaysus it was freeeeezing. I couldn't do it. Well I could have. I just didn't.

I ate no wheat. I did, however, consciously enjoy each and every Kettle Chip that equated to over 50% of my calorific RDI. Oh! Up until Right Now I forgot the ice cream that I absent-mindedly spooned in as I watched The Hours. Eek. Make that 10%. The Vegetable Soup was very good indeed.

This morning there was a phone call. £1000 give or (less likely) take a couple of hundred. This is what it's going to cost to fix my car. I gave myself about as many minutes of stress, getting ahead of myself and the state of my future finances. Fig gave me the gentle reminder that I can't do anything about the necessary flow of energy from my bank account (IT) and I reminded myself of the Serenity Prayer, fresh in my mind since I've just finished For Tibet With Love by Isabel Losada. Would it be a courageous act to change my Mini for a new second-hand car?


Aum
xxx

I'm Awake (& Still In My PJ's)

Aus⋅pi⋅cious?
  /ɔˈspɪʃəs/ [aw-spish-uhs] – adjective
1. promising success; propitious; opportune; favourable
2. favoured by fortune; prosperous; fortunate

Did you notice the date? It's Sunday, Valentine's Day, New Moon in Aquarius, Chinese New Year (of the Tiger) and the birth/rebirth of tens of thousands of souls. Added to this I'm pretty sure I can't go wrong.

The spiritual path is simply the journey of living our lives. Everyone is on a spiritual path; most people just don't know it - Marianne Williamson

Put simply: I can live in truth now, or later.

So in which direction shall I take my first step? I'm a little dizzy and realise I'm getting carried away on the tide of words in the oceans not yet typed. B R E A T H E.

Ah yes! Breath. My lovely BodhiFig tweeted me a meditation late last night. Just a short one to make part of my sadhana or daily practice. I haven't meditated regularly for a few... er several months and I guess today is the day to get back into the habit. So I will. Later.

Now, one pace to the left: Conscious Eating. I studied Natural Nutrition for a while and I know what is good for my body. I like what is good for my body and my body loves it. I just don't . eat . regular . healthy . meals. I am what I believe is commonly known as a comfort eater and yo-yo dieter (that's right, all or nothing - as hinted at in my last post).

As I inch forward I've decided to give up wheat. Not 100% give it up and not for good, but from NOW it is an occasional indulgence rather than my dietary staple. It makes me lazy. I confess I am addicted to bread and the thought of it not being a large part of my life scares me a little. I will experiment with sitting with these feelings. They are not real and they will pass!

Have a great day.
AUM
xxx

This is not a post, it's the hole I dug.

This morning I made a commitment to start a blog tomorrow. A rash decision made today or have I been smothering the idea for two point one score years?  Surely I made the decision before I was delivered to my mother all those months ago - well, not about the blog, but my holiday destination and itinerary. 

I believe I chose to be born this time round to learn the lesson of patience.  Not with others and the world around me but with myself.  I've got some way to go and baby steps are the order of the lifetime. My usual approach is to take one stride so huge it's impossible to follow through (a recurring dream of mine) or, more usually, buy the right shoes, pretty laces, research the best knot to tie and then decide the weather isn't the right sort of weather for walking. 

My Auspicious Journey will serve as a motivator to make positive changes in my life; somewhere to chart my course and also a place to dislodge my creative stumbling block.

I'll be taking small steps in my brave new world. Should you need to wait for me to catch up, take a seat, enjoy the scenery and please be patient :0)

So tomorrow, my first post.  The new me.