GRATITUDE

The keyword to life is gratitude; Gratitude for what I have Gratitude for what I don’t have to suffer Gratitude for what I survived Gratitude that it wasn’t worse Gratitude because it was lovely Gratitude, no matter how small – even if you have to search for it… …because gratitude grows, it fills your heartContinue reading “GRATITUDE”

The difference between letting go and running away

The one thing I learned in my turbulent life was to let go – of everything. I was moved between countries, between homes, between schools and every time all was lost; not only friends and places but also things. My magic boxes full of little insignificant treasures, my clothes, my toys. The first time IContinue reading “The difference between letting go and running away”

MAGNOLIA heart

Magnolia is a huge and rather confusing arena; researching it for the essential oil is like moving through a labyrinth, looking for clues to connect the dots. There are more than 200 different species and it is not easy to discern exactly which is which.  Over the years, hybrids, new species and sub-species have beenContinue reading “MAGNOLIA heart”

The story about Mr Red, the Cat

In my village there are plenty of cats; domestic ones belonging to households, wild ones born somewhere in a barn and then there are the “left-overs”, cats that were dumped by people moving away. All these cats come visiting from time to time though I never feed them. They sleep in my garden and huntContinue reading “The story about Mr Red, the Cat”

We are responsible for our reactions

I read a story somewhere that goes something like this: “A woman steps on the bus to go to work in the morning and the bus driver is very rude to her. Her good mood plummets, making her upset and angry. As she gets to work, her mood infects those around her, creating a badContinue reading “We are responsible for our reactions”

DEAR DIARY…

For many years in my life I wrote my misery, pouring it onto the pages of my diaries. All the secrets, pain and frustrations, my entire wounded self crawled into those books; pages upon pages of despair. I never wrote in my happy moments, never recorded the amazing things that happened to me; just myContinue reading “DEAR DIARY…”