Brave means truth
Brave means not caring but doing love anyway.
Brave means inner truthfulness
Brave means integrity over falsity
Brave means justice over fear
Brave means tell, even if no one understands or listens or wants to hear.
Brave means summoning every ounce of being into being
Brave means living beyond the mask
Brave means walking alone
Brave means being beyond expectations
Brave means cost, raw deep cost
Brave means sounds of love over silence
Brave means fighting through the preordained scripts
Brave means making your story happen
Brave means wrestling the demons in the dark, so you can be light in the day
Brave means changing course
Brave means change.
Brave means crying for the hurt
Brave means loving the woundedness
Brave means standing tall
Brave means owning your story in the skin you are in
Brave means truly being.
Brave means looking evil in the eye and pouring in love
Brave means looking in the mirror and saying I love you.
Brave means being still and powerful In the swirl of unconscious rage
Brave means faith
Brave means belief in love despite all the odds
Brave breeds love, breeds courage, builds power.
Brave.
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Brave Being
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Daffodils
There are daffodils in the world too,
And puppy dogs,
And trains that leave on time
There’s children playing in the sea,
And squirrels all around,
There’s families playing board games,
And teenagers doing their art,
There’s wonder and there’s treasure in the world all around.
Theres more love that overcomes the pain
And joy when children play in rain
There’s snowdrops peeking from their hiding
And lights spectacular, in the morning
That’s the world you actually live in,
That’s the one to enjoy
That’s the one you make and shape
The reality that you see.
There are daffodils in the world too
A million good things verses the damage of lies
Look up, look out and look deep within.
There’s more love than there is sin
See that daffodil, see that rose
Thats the real of the world we live in.

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Loving the past….goodbye….
Learn to love and appreciate your past. Fully embrace it, thank it for teaching you, and let go of any judgement that there was something wrong with it. Your past is uniquely yours. It happened. It’s sacred. It’s beautiful. Nobody else had it, and nobody else ever will. Embrace your past, hug it, kiss it, love it to death
(Michael A Singer, Living Untethered)
That’s very different from ‘you just need to move on’
What happened yesterday happened. It isn’t today.
What happened 35 years ago happened. It isnt today.
But current experience may also be the constant reliving of the past.
Loving the past feels dreamy and impossible.
And for 40+ years I loved suppressing the shadows of a past I didn’t want to open. A past that I was afraid of, a past, the wounds of childhood abuse that I had masked for so long.
Had to hide it was to make it on my own
Had to pretend it didn’t happen to have a ‘successful life’
Had to, it was the only way.
Didn’t want to go there.
And that didn’t seem even a choice at the time, just the only way I knew, suppress and pretend, just don’t open the box.
Let the past have power over me.
Yet some things find themselves harder to get rid of.
Memories intertwined with regret
Memories intertwined with loss
Memories intertwined with shame.
Self defeating prisons of the mind.
That don’t exist in the now.
But haunt.
Self love isn’t just baths.
Its tender, kind, self forgiveness
Love of the highest order
The past.
It happened to cause us to learn.
And to give us the opportunity in the now to hold it, hug it and kiss it to death, so that it’s part of our loved selves.

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Flow openly.
Sensing the flow,
Like the pen in my hand,
The flow keeps going.
It’s about to emerge.
It’s about to explode.
It’s about to flourish.
It’s about to be set free.
It’s about to flow life
To flow the energy of love.
It’s about to wash clean.

The free flow
Open hearted life
You are the flow
You are energy
Flow like rain
Flow like fire
Flow like water
Flow like the divine
Mystical fantastical,
Flow abundantly
Flow free
You are flow
You are heaven.
You are Spirit
You are love.
Let it flow.
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Just a little update and favour – I need your help!
Hey Friends over here on my main site, I just wanted to tell you that I have just set up a new site for all things relating to the progress and process of my book writing.
And I am pleased to say that this went live yesterday, and I would really appreciate it if you could have a little look and also click the subscribe button on there too, I will be sending out updates fairly regularly and also share with you the process so far. Yes there may be the odd piece on it here, but I want to keep a page dedicated especially to it.
So, if you would be so kind and give it a look, and press subscribe, I would be very grateful, thank you, sadly books to be published need platforms, and now I need to work on this… so please do subscribe and if its a project you might be interested in do let folks know
The first post is here: How this started
Thank you for all your support and encouragement here, please do click over there to support me on my book writing adventure, to promote good emotional health to children and young people.
Thank you!
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Your friend, Love.
Thank you for being here _______________________,
Rest your weary, or excitable, or fearful, or wounded heart
Sit here a moment
Stay.
Love is your friend
Love is your ally
Love is your teacher
Love is your hand
And Love walks as you do, Love walks with you
So my friend
Stay here, held, surrounded
And peace, in the unconditional open arms of
Your lifelong always and forever friend,
Love.
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Savouring Uniqueness




As I stood here
I didn’t notice the cars
Or the take away shop beaming purple
Or the shadowed arc of the bridge
But the light
As I stood there
In that moment
In that one exact time
A million combinations of light flooded my eyes
Every one unique
And I pressed the shutter
Awed by the incredible uniqueness of each
How red, white, orange and purple
Shared and reflected their neon hue
Colours dancing , like lovers and friends at a ball
Calling the river fairies from the deep
The dance of light
Flow uninterrupted.
A million combinations of light
Like the billion combinations of stars
And the million combinations of clouds
And the million combinations of us
Amongst the infinity of time
And in this moment
This one
Saw me.
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Following The Gap

Take a moment and have a look at this photo.
What do you notice?
The Misty shrouded mountain top?
The Stone wall?
The Green fields?
As I stood and looked at this scene just before Christmas, the thing I noticed was the gaps.
Gaps.
Intentional spaces between a barrier, or border, space left open.

A navigation tool, and opening to see from distance to walk towards.
To follow.
To trust.
To know that you are on a path (though might not always be the right one ;-) )
And at the start of the new year, the year starts with the gap of opportunity. The gap of unlived promise, desires to be awakened, space to be filled.
Yet…
What, if I’m honest, do I struggle with most?
Often it’s the gap between expectation and reality, the expectations in my thoughts, and the reality of the experiences, what actually is happening, or going to and being unable to have open acceptance. Too little a gap between them, to much mind going on in the swirl of the every experience.
Or the noise in my mind when I think I’m in trouble, or upset someone , or not done enough, or guilt about any of these things and the filling of the space happens….yet….
Or even deciding to make that gap, because it’s sometimes so much more comfortable to fill it, even when that inner discomfort is saying otherwise. Because, I can decide, I have more power than I realise.
What space might we make for the gap, that space between things and no-things.
To sense and make a space between expectations and realities, and not feel disappointment, but to notice that what is as a gift.
The gap is open, it is air.
It may be time to breathe in the gap.
To make space to dwell in presence, and not productivity.
The Slow time of betweenness where silence calls its disturbing, and also peaceful voice.
Space for Space itself
The invitational promise of the gap
That focussed the mind on consciousness itself
To wonder
To be
To imagine
The gap between thought and feeling
Between longing and belonging
Where we find God, being, freedom or Love
Where we sense that mystical indescribable something, close.
Just there.
Always.
Like the empty pages of this years diary, or the gaps between the notes in a music score.
Notice.
The Gap.
And, let the Gap call you forward.
Take your time this year.
Move slowly.
And decide to go there.
To give that energy inwards
And let it find you.
Because it’s there.
And there may you be embraced by peace.
Time, to be, time to sit,
stay there…as long as you can dwell.
This has been inspired by my current reading which is ‘Living Untethered’ by Michael A Singer, his previous book ‘The Untethered Soul’ is one I highly recommend, on seeing, feeling and noticing the mind, and how to live in personal freedom.
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Loving discomfort
I used to suppress everything, so I didn’t feel anything
Get through it
Survive it
Bounce
Close off my heart, live a shrouded life.
Any discomfort was barely even felt
Or felt in silence, private and…
then pushed through,
and receive the weight , the noise of my own destructive self talk.
Trauma voice shouting internally.
No heart open to love myself, so no love to do its work.
But I realised over the course of the last year,
of journaling words of self love everyday.
That there are more aspects of life that I now talk more lovingly to.
Because, talking lovingly to myself is actually a free choice. You can do it, but like me, I was too scared to.
I didnt want to believe that I actually was lovable, incredible, brave, courageous, powerful.
But then I did.
And something I noticed, is that when I talked kindly to myself…
I didnt beat myself up that often
I could tell myself that I had done well in what I was doing
I could feel proud of myself
All completely unconditionally. A choice.
Loving the discomfort.
Thats been tough.
Because often I forget, or I am tired, or there’s a new ‘thing’ that appears, a feeling or situation, and it swipes me.
Sometimes I berate myself for feeling what I feel. it’s like I think I shouldn’t feel anxiety, or depressed, or lonely even after doing all this work.
Maybe I dont think I should be triggered.
But thats not what it’s about.
It’s these moments, where the work helps to self regulate. It’s these moments to notice the feeling. It’s these moments to feel them.
Sensing it.
And to love it.
In the moment.
Because they stem from wounded parts. They are feelings, angels of learning, and opportunities to be loved and held.
Discomfort needs to be loved and not berated
Discomfort needs to be loved and not criticised
Discomfort needs to be loved and not ignored or suppressed
Discomfort needs to be held, in your open heart
And know that its ok, its trying to protect you
And love you may have for someone else, rightly, turn it inwards, protect your energy and fill that discomfort, that pain with love from within. Talk to it as a friend. Ask. Love. Breathe love into it.
Because then healing arrives from the inside out.
Love does always win, truly.
Love the discomfort, and then be transformed.