See Life Differently
The Thought Less Mother (a year in the life of an inner space explorer) was an inspired idea. The kind that unexpectedly floats in from nowhere and takes root in our minds, sprouting into brilliance from a seed of possibility that has a feeling of rightness about it.
I feel almost embarrassed to admit this, but I have to ‘fess up: … my moods are ever changing … They go up. They go down. My mental weather is not the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind because my mind is not spotless; it gets clouded up there in my head. My mind […]
It was as I settled down to listen to an Ice Cream 4 the Soul recording (Discovering Inner Security) that I had an epiphany. It crept in silently, like a splinter of morning sunshine filtering through the curtains’ chink, chasing away the last of the night’s shadows. No fanfare. No trumpets. Just a beautiful feeling […]
As I boarded the bus with my sons, on that breeze bereaved summer’s day, I was feeling in fine fettle. I asked the driver for my ticket, but it failed to print out. He pressed all the right buttons (several times), exchanged the running-on-red ticket paper for a fresh roll, then pressed all the right […]
I had a lot on my mind yesterday. I know this because I spent a fair amount of time masquerading as a sour-faced-sharp-tongued-take-no-sh!t-kinda-b!tch-mama. From the moment I woke up, I was down on life, down on my lot, down in the mouth for no reason, other than being bludgeoned by a drudge of thinking.
When I was ten I lived in a tiny cul-de-sac at the top of a hill in a little red-roofed home, which used to house railway workers. From here, when clear, you could just about glimpse the shimmering sea. From there, the roof was a beacon amidst an ocean of grey slate.
I bumped into a friend the other week and we had one of those snatched chats that happen during those in-between moments when we are hurrying to someplace else. The nub of the conversation was that, often, our mental busyness gets in the way of our business.