When you are in the midst of overwhelming despair and teetering on the brink of the abyss it seems impossible to believe that healing and acceptance is attainable. You KNOW deep down that you will never get over the devastation … Continued
I think it is fair to say that I am an extremely creative person. In fact, at the moment I am having trouble sleeping because my creativity has gone into overdrive. No matter what I do ideas keep popping into … Continued
I woke up this morning feeling a little vulnerable. There had been some unpleasantness in my life over the last few days so the sense of my own self-worth has been challenged. I was picking up on negative vibes that … Continued
Over the past few weeks I’ve been reconnecting with my “inner flamingo” and starting to understand the power of the Canbace. It is such a powerful affirmation and gives me so much hope that more and more people around the … Continued
In last Monday’s post I shared five ways that I was creating my new healthy mojo. Hopefully, a healthy mojo is also a happy mojo. However, if repairing the neglect my mojo experienced over the last ten years needs a … Continued
In the last week “existence is hard” I looked at five ways to build momentum into your healing. Although I wrote over 1300 words that was so much I had missed out which was important, so this is “building healing … Continued
A healthy mojo? What’s one of them when it’s at home? For years I’ve “joked” that the devastation caused by being childless not by choice caused my mojo to flee to the other side of the moon. However, the joke … Continued
I expect like many people in our situation Andrew and I completely retreated into our shells. We accepted fewer and fewer invitations and invited fewer people to spend time “chez nous”. The path to our hermit-like existence was like a … Continued
In last week’s “EXISTENCE can be hard” I wrote about healing being like a snowball. It starts off quite small and may take time and persistence to grow any bigger. Then it reaches a “tipping point” and the momentum takes … Continued
When I was about 10 I was given a small record player of my own: mum had found one cheap on a second-hand stall and thought it would make a great present for me as I neared my teenage years. … Continued