A prayer for times of transition 

God, my Source of Strength:

A season is turning in my life

Calling me to make ready:

Walk with me, I pray. 

This unwrapped course lies divided ahead 

Urging careful determination:

Walk with me, I pray. 

The gate has swung open and everything’s loose 

Bidding that someone be left behind:

Walk with me, I pray. 

Until the turbulent waters clear 

I reach for your mercy 

And pray for wisdom:

Walk with me, I pray. 
Keri Wehlander

May you not forget the infinite possibilities….

May today there be peace within.
May you trust your highest power
that you are exactly
where you are meant to be….
May you not forget the infinite possibilities
that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love
that has been given to you….
May you be content knowing
you are a child of God….
Let this presence settle into our bones,
and allow your soul the freedom
to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of you….

Saint Therese of Lisieux

T: @DareToBeHappier



A friend forwarded me this great gardening advice …


1. Peace of mind
2. Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul


1. Squash gossip
2. Squash indifference
3. Squash grumbling
4. Squash selfishness


1. Lettuce be faithful
2. Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce be patient
4. Lettuce really love one another


1. Turnip for meetings
2. Turnip for service
3. Turnip to help one another


1. Thyme for each other
2. Thyme for family
3. Thyme for friends

Water freely with patience and cultivate with love.


Dare to be happier – dare to imagine peace…

Stephanie Dowrick asks what peace might be…..and says….

Peace is a continuous act of creation.

Waking up to the reality that life is precious in all of its forms,
we come to see that we are guardians of one another and of the earth.

Seeing each other through the eyes of peace, we find compassion.
With compassion, comes trust.
With trust, comes openness.
With openness, come community, connectedness and joy,
and resilience in the face of sorrow.

Peace is not an absence of conflict.
Peace is the capacity to deal with conflict intelligently.

Peace is the deepest acknowledgment that every life matters.

Taste peace in your own mouth.
Feel the touch of peace on your own skin.
Let your ears fill with the sounds of peace.
Feel the longings for peace that fill your own heart.
Let your mind rest on the word peace.

Until we dare to imagine peace, we will never achieve it.

Open to what peace can bring to you and others.
Send peace wherever it is needed.
Without taking a single step from this place, your thoughts can encircle the world.


Give the world your best anyway by Mother Theresa

People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable.
Be honest and transparent anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People who really want help may attack you if you help them.
Help them anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt.
Give the world your best anyway.

Mother Theresa

Remember – life isn’t a dress rehearsal, so dare to be happier! x

T: @DareToBeHappier


Nelson Mandela: The Difference Is One

You can change the world. Yes, YOU. The difference is always one. One person who chooses a different way, to act with integrity, to follow their heart and live their life and live their purpose. One person can change the world.

Nelson Mandela fought for freedom and respect for his people. That included violence in the early days, but prison changed him. Sometimes the things we think are are the end of the world are the doors to miracles. For he then chose understanding, to live and walk in peace, and to forgive; the game changer. He chose to talk and walk with respect for “the other”, to listen and really understand. He learned to walk to a different beat from many of his former colleagues, and in being true to himself, he changed many hearts, a country, a world for the better. He walked what he talked and he gave us all hope. He will always be one of my heroes. May he sleep well.

Poem – Wage Peace by Judyth Hill

I stumbled across this poem and fell in love with this idea so wanted to pass it on….

Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of redwing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.
Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
Make soup. Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,

imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish.

Swim for the other side.
Wage peace.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious.
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Don’t wait another minute.
© Judyth Hill

Project Me – 38/101 – Miracles and New Steps

And so they continue. I harvest my journal and see the amazing things that happen in just over a month…

Miracle 11 – White Rabbit

I feel disconnected, discontented, wondering what my soul was really aching for. Am I running (in my still sedentary type of way) to a new future – or from something I don’t want to deal with?

I feel like the White Rabbit, racing about like a headless chicken knowing he’s late for SOMEthing, but not sure first. I haven’t thought of that story for years, and download it. I thought I had my next steps sorted, but then realised the journaling course I was about to teach was what I needed to learn first. Mindful, nurturing balance. Then at our journaling Meet Up, MaryAnne tells me she has the whole book on a poster.

Then Leslie starts posting the exact quotes I was thinking of. Then Diane’s allotment is invaded by rabbits, because she hasn’t put her fence up yet. Rabbits, I learn, signify boundaries – and appear at a time when you are trying to run away from something you need to face head on. Hhhhmm

Miracle 12 – I want to go home

I don’t know!! I keep anticipating, ducking and diving, hoping it will be clear in due course. I realise I’m not being present. I need a map, a centre again. A map to get me home to where I feel grounded, rooted, and free to be me. With mentors, Anam Cara’s, direction. With a startling realisation that feels like an electric shock I realise I need MY haven. Now. Where I am.

Home as a haven was critical for me, as a place to have friends and family connect and share. I am a connector – except in this one place, for I have blocked this for some 14 years, afraid that previous patterns would be repeated. But that was then and this is now.

I go through my house removing clutter to rubbish dumps and charity shops. Car loads. Unheard of, six big bags of books go too. I make a list of all the little things we will do before Christmas to make our home perfect for us. That load-of-my-back feeling is there again. Skip! Laugh! Jump for Joy!

And the same day I realise this, Leslie invites me to her next story-telling event. Hansel & Gretel/Finding Your Way Home

And because I am now in flow, the flow extends, and I tell Diane about this and see tears spring to get eyes. It’s HER story, she says, as she realises it is time for her too to haven her home.

Miracle 13 – The House of Belonging

When I started, I had no idea how many I would actually write about. And it turns ours it is 13; my number. Wow!

I buy a book for a friend and end up reading it because I’m not well enough to work. It quotes John O’Donohue, one of my new favourite authors. He says this:

“When you learn to love, let yourself be loved, you come to the hearth of your own spirit…you are warm and sheltered.”

I read this in Sarah Ban Breathnach’s book Moving On, in the context of explaining about the House of Belonging. I don’t know what that refers to, but immediately, it sings to me. THAT is what I am aching for. She then tells me it is an ancient Celtic metaphor for “the body as the earthly home for souls, as well as for the deep peace and feeling of safety, joy and contentment found in intimate connections with people, places and houses.”

The House of Belongings. Peace. Safety, joy and contentment. Connections.

Perfect. Amazingly wonderfully perfect.

Project Me 37/100 – Wonderfully Uniquely Me, I Am

We are all born originals – why is it so many of us die copies?

– Edward Young

So who am I? Why am I original – and in living authentically, I will never be a copy. No reality TV “inspiration” for me! I’m a mother, wife, writer, lover, colleague, teacher, student, friend. Neighbour, swimmer, walker, talker, ex JP, ex wife, ex Toastmaster, woman, encourager, darkness & light, expert, seeker, searcher, Anam Cara, shit-stirrer, pilgrim, solitary, hermit, connector, poet, artist, creator, keener, traveller, tourist, wanderer, lover of home. Leader, see-Ee, pointer, healer, helper, judge, wise woman. Foolish woman. Tribe seeker, peace-keeper, exiled, flagellator, un-merciful, grace-less, full of grace. Unforgiving, too forgiving. Controller, goddess, sensual, passionate, cold. Wild, fearful, courageous. Co-creator, stroppy, moody, wild, earthed, agitated, calm, Pollyanna, no angel. Nurturer of others, forgetter and ignorer of myself. Manifester, generator, ignitor. I am present, past and all my hope and dreams.

And that’s only the start if it! I’m a mass of contradictions – but I AM wonderfully uniquely me, I am!