Still your worried mind; breathe in deeply and make a conscious effort to get in touch with Peace. Ask Peace to be your friend as you go through these trials.
inspiration
Before the day’s ruse.
During these uncertain times may each day go well with you, may you flourish and thrive, if not so, may you live courageously.
The restorative place ‘floating on a leaf…’
When I dream Of life Or meditate a while I am restored to wholeness Ready for action.
Empty nest or life after kids?
My question is: 'have we given ourselves wings to fly and created roots for ourselves?'
The Wintering Tree.
As I took my early morning walk and my feet crunched through the dry leaves that had fallen I thought about how it is Autumn for me - going on for Winter; while it is Spring - coming out of Winter for some friends of mine in the Northern hemisphere. I decided I would like to share with you my contemplative thoughts about Winter.
Your energy depleted after challenges…
Discover your restorative 'treatment' What have you experienced that has depleted your energy? Maybe you organized an important event or used up all your energy on a project at work or had major surgery. Did you find something restorative to do to re-energize you? I discovered that art can be a refreshing activity if … Continue reading Your energy depleted after challenges…
Step into your courageous You
Like stepping into your jeans...
We are like two sides of a coin: creative exercise.
You will need paper, pen/pencil or crayons and time to yourself.
Together we bridge the gap.
How do we bridge the gap Created by anxiety or anger The emotions that ripple-effect Pushing back I can’t reach or won’t reach Till I resolve to make a way Coming forwards Owning my baggage Acknowledging the impact on you Only as we want to work together no ifs' or buttes Only as we let … Continue reading Together we bridge the gap.
African trip, Facing my foibles, day 2
It was a steep learning curve setting up camp in the half dark not knowing where anything was: you could hear my very ill-tempered mutterings from within the lug-boxes, 'I can’t find anything'... 'where are the matches?' as I frantically waded through eating utensils, pots and food.
Morag Noffke 