Pedestal’s Perfection and the Kintsukuroi pieces

The gift of curiousity

If there is one gift I would grant a child, assuming love is already there, then it would be curiousity.  That courage to explore new places, meet new people with an openness that builds better relationships and turns strangers into friends.

It will change their thinking and their ability to learn.  It’s the gift that will encourage them to have ideas and invent things that change the world for the better, to travel to other places and cultures with respect, and even explore other galaxies.  It will keep rocking them back in wonder at creation and the world  around them, so that even when adults, they will stop and stare at a rose, whirl a dandelion head round to see what happens, or crunch through autumn leaves.

It’s what will allow them to wait to see the butterfly emerging from a cocoon, an egg hatching, what shape the bread that rested and was kneaded makes.  It means they can never be bored, for they can stimulate their imagination and get lost in different worlds of books and games.

It will give them the courage to take risks sometimes, to ask “what might happen if I try” – and find out that even if they fail, they can still be curious about the lessons they learned.  It encourages flexibility, and gives them the resilience to deal with uncertainty. It can turn everyday chores into adventures, and even give them the freedom to explore the big questions in life without fear (like who are we, what happens next, how can I bring peace, can I dare to be happier?)

That’s what I would give a child, if I had a magic wand. What would YOU give them?

Hardships vs blissful encounters. Which are you most grateful for?

I read this at the weekend – and it rang true for me. I loved it <3 
“I would never trade my hardships – past, present, or future – for blissful encounters.  These very tribulations have revealed what true happiness is. 

The darkest nights yield the most luminous dawns. If everything always went your way, you would be denied the precious opportunities to grow, surrender,  trust, evolve. 

Without fear, you would never learn to be courageous. Without anger, you would never learn forgiveness. Without heartbreak, you would never open your heart to true love.”
Sara Avant Stover 

Advice for the hard times

See I figure it’s like this. Life happens sometimes to us, or because of us. Challenges can come for no reason at all or it can be because of the other people around us or people who don’t even know we exist.

Yet what surprised me when working as a secretary in a mental health team was how differently people would react. That started me on a journey that meant I came to understand that it’s our thoughts that make the difference, and that our thoughts lead to our actions.

Which leaves us with choices. Faced with what today brings, we can worry about it, and let anxiety take away our peace, when we fail to reign our thoughts in and bring them back to the present moment. Or we can reframe the challenge as an opportunity – even if that opportunity is the growth of our soul, for we are always stronger than we think.

In the hard times, courage must often be beckoned quietly. To come on this journey with us, and counter what our brains are telling our heart it must believe. And then we choose.

We choose to look life in the face and say that though we are faced with some hard times, that doesn’t mean we have to face them with anger or frustration or pity or sorrow. We can choose to be cheerful – and in that choosing, find we are more cheerful. We can choose to be grateful for all we have in our life that is still good. We can indeed dare to be happier – and in the daring, find life is more than bearable. It is fully worth the living – hard times or no – for this moment is the life that we have to live. May “this moment” be peaceful, joyful, mindful xx

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I am taking back my life And I am doing it today..

I simply love this poem by Jean Wilson

No more meekly saying ‘yes’

When my heart is screaming ‘no’

No more taming of my feelings

So my power won’t show

No more hiding my exuberance

From disapproving eyes

No more watering down myself

So my spirit won’t rise

No more ‘smalling up’ of me

Pretending I am not here

No more running from the music

And the spotlight’s glare

No more living in this prison

Barricaded by my fears

No more turning and retreating

In the face of new frontiers

Even as I am speaking

I am taking shape and form

Harnessing my powers

Like a gathering storm

There’s no obstacle so bold

As to dare stand in my way

I am taking back my life

And I am doing it today.

Jean Wilson