This is what came through in my early morning writing this morning: Love, to thine own self be true. You know that love is all there is, and love is what you are. It means that in order to follow the path of love, all you have to do is to be your true self. Your family and your society have worked hard to get you to conform to their
“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.” I have been hearing this playing in my head for weeks now, even before I started watching all the Star Wars movies that I had recorded off the Foxtel pop-up channel. Perhaps it started when Carrie Fisher died; I can’t be sure. All I know is that not a day has gone by in the last few weeks without me hearing this
I love trees, particularly big old gum trees. The other day I was walking along a bush path in a local reserve, stepping over fallen branches and small trees as I went. I began to contemplate how it is that so many branches, and even trees, fall down, without hurting anyone who happens to be walking along the paths. Sometimes even huge branches and large gum trees have ended up
I am reading two books at the moment. One is Goddesses Never Age, by Christiane Northrup MD, and the other is The Animal Communicator’s Guide Through Life, Loss and Love, by Pea Horsley, the lady who presented the animal communication workshop which I recently attended. Although I haven’t finished either one, I realised that, in essence, they are both about the same things – making the most of our lives
I had seen this video on facebook yesterday showing a mountain lion outside someone’s sliding glass door, looking in and playing with the cat inside. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2evD8Jn30pQ I had a dream last night with a similar scene, but the tiger, which had escaped from somewhere, was inside my home looking out the glass door. I went and hid in a bedroom with the sliding wooden door firmly closed behind me. I