My personal take and insights on
life, love and Spirit.
This Christmas has been bittersweet for me. My husband and I had been looking forward to having our son Jordan, who lives and works in the UK, come home for Christmas as a newlywed. The three weeks that he and his spouse have been here have simply flown by, with them working long-distance the first week, then going on their belated honeymoon to Bali the second, and, in this third week, meeting and catching up
As I lay low and ill in bedin these many days gone past,My guides kept bringing up to mespiritual lessons we spoke of last.Of dying to the old so that the new can birth;Of being God in human form on this, our Mother Earth;Of letting go of that part of me that does not serve my soul;Of mistakenly believing I am nothing without props to make me whole. And as I lay low and ill
I have, for most of my life, been perfectly happy to spend my birthday like any other day of the year, marked only by the good wishes of those near and dear to me. But yesterday, when I turned 61, I think I finally understood what it really means to celebrate. Sure, there were warm wishes and greetings from friends and family near and far. Yes, there was a small gathering to share a meal
It’s been 7 months since I last wrote in my blog. Seven months in which time has both crawled and flown. It’s been a time of learning to live without my mother, and watching my father and my sisters struggle to do the same . It’s been a time of pride and joy, witnessing my son graduate with his Masters degree and accept a scholarship to continue with his PhD. And it’s been a time
This festive period has been a sombre one for me and my family. Just a week before the Chinese New Year, my beautiful mother passed on unexpectedly … leaving a huge hole in my father’s heart and in the lives of my sisters and me. We were blessed with unstinting love and support from relatives and friends as we struggled with the shock of our sudden loss, even as we waded into the unknown territory
Last night was supposed to have been no different from every other New Year’s Eve that I have spent in the last 10 years or so. I was going to sit in my temple at home and spend the last hour of the year in quiet contemplation, reflecting on the good, the bad and the ugly that had been allowed to come my way in the past 12 months, to find the bits of gold