THE ART OF SELF JOURNAL

That's your only requirement in life, is to make a life, to live in a way, that makes sense to you. Not to others. When you try to make your life fit and make sense to others, you're going off course, you're going against the natural rhythm of who you are and you'll feel it, you'll know it. Things will never feel quite right, it will always feel a little off and you'll be questioning it often. You'll push it to the side, avoid it, not want to grow with it, make excuses as to

You have many Mother & Father figures... Learn from them all. In our lifetime we are gifted multiple mother & father figures, if you're open to seeing them, recognising them, knowing them, being them. We are born into our family, gifted our own Mum & Dad to raise us, nurture us, love us in the way that they know. Family is community. That community widens & changes as we grow, as we step into more responsibility of our own, and it's in our communities that we meet more of ou

Life has this natural cycle of giving you goodness, greatness and challenges that makes life, living, feel whole. Just enough of each to make you appreciate the natural rhythm of the ups & down's of life. The heartbeat of life. When life gives you the right amount of each you feel it, you know it, you understand it. It's the most beautiful dance that flows without question. You feel safe, you feel peace, you feel the circulation of value. But it's in those moments when word

In a world of information overload at our fingertips, Messages from every corner that contradict one from the other. Telling us to do this, do that, that how you've been doing things are wrong. Information that, at times are hard to understand or even remember, adding confusion if anything to our world. How we must eat, exercise, speak, date, move, do business... You name it. Yet the moment confusion steps in, is the moment we freeze, do nothing, because it feels too overwh

It's a continuous thing throughout life, to keep your rivers (your inner channels, your life) clean, so that more things can flow through you freely to allow yourself to feel a sense of peace in life. It's not just a quick once over, or once in a blue moon kinda thing, it can be as often as daily, weekly, monthly, depending on what needs cleaning up. It can be in the words exchanged from one to another that tainted the waters a little, The use of someones belongings not take

Everything you touch, smell, hear, taste, see, are all things your body is receiving. And how you receive, what you put in, is your experience with it. And how you experience it, is how it shows up in you and what you put back out into the world. It's clear to see how we are experiencing our inputs, simply by how we're interacting with the world, how it's forming our beliefs, how we view others and ourselves, how we feel about what we experience and how it's expressed throug

There's been a theme in conversations of late, one I've heard many times before, yet it all hit differently this week, which tells me how common it is. The grief experienced in relationships, situationships or secretly on ones heart. From your heart to another There's a grief that's unspoken, not acknowledged, confused by so many other different things. One that when you think it's clear, it pops back up, months, years, even decades later. The one who you loved yet they did

Her avoidance is like a suit of armour, everything strapped in tight so nothing, no one can touch it, see it, enjoy it. Here's the thing about the avoider, Everything she deeply desires is the very things she avoids. If only she realised that the moment she let herself see it, face it, Would be the moment that her grip could loosen, Would be the moment she allowed herself to embrace the joy of who she is. Avoidance thinks something will be taken from her, like she will loose

Growing up we owned a horse called 'Fleur Petite' which meant 'Little flower'. After school I'd go out to the front paddock where she was, put on her reins and jump on. Her and I had this little game, where we'd trot down to the end of the paddock and as soon as I turned her towards the house, she'd take off and we'd gallop back. We repeated this over and over again and I still remember the feeling, the speed and how good it felt, a good dose of wild freedom. As life continu