My father can be both a hero, and a villian. In the same breath as he takes so much joy from winding me up to the degree of screeching hyena, he also would go to great lengths to ensure that I am safe. He loves to remind me of my many flawed traits, while he quietly appreciates my positive aspects. The child he once perceived me to be, can now stand before him as a grown woman. No longer simply a daughter, but a wife and a mother. For many years, I assumed the lack of outward expression of pride … Continue reading Four.

Appreciation and allowing.

Where need exists, be it fulfilled. Trust in my emotional guidance. Every day gets better and better. I am listening to my feelings and relaxing into the flow. I can choose the path of least resistance. Everything I invisioned is materialising. I love taking inspired action. Every step just feels so exciting and right. Everywhere I look things fill me with joy. I love the satisfaction of organisation. I like to direct the unfolding. I love being hands on, in amongst, astonishing myself with just what I am capable of with such little effort. I trust the answer is always … Continue reading Appreciation and allowing.