Sometimes the universe picks you up and puts you on your arse. Your world falls apart. The only thing you can do is wait for the dust to settle and start again. But how? The old ways no longer apply and the time has come to figure out your own way, your own path and most of all your own self. Lost and without a map. Continue reading “Emergence and Letting Go”
As much as I believe that grief is an extension of love, it’s not warm and fuzzy. Its more like the diamond formed from coal. It takes immense pressure and harsh circumstances to become a thing of beauty. Continue reading “Riding the Wave”
One of my favourite kinds of love is the love that we have within our own Tribe. I love this word;
Definition of tribe
1a: a social group comprising numerous families, clans, or generations together with dependents, or adopted strangers
I love that part of it’s definition is “comprising of family…….. or adopted strangers”.
Adopted strangers…adopting strangers, what beautifully possibility there is in that term.
Grief, in my experience, is an extension of love. The depth of which can only be reflective of the depth of love you had before the grief. Continue reading “When Love Comes to Town”
As humans, love is one of our core needs. If we are fortunate, we may have a long term romantic partner. Healthy relationships are ever-changing, evolving and it’s natural for them to have ebbs and flows. Sometimes it can be difficult to navigate the ebbs and flows and distance can grow between us. It can creep up before we know it and be hard to restore without recognition and tools to help us.