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When Did You Stop?

I don’t know a lot of folks that do exactly what I do. But I know MANY folks that deliver their ways of mending and helping.

Perhaps, that is why for the longest time I found it really hard to define myself in a title. Because my stuff, isn’t like other people’s stuff, even though I really wanted it to be. I really wanted to ‘fit in’ with a particular way. Maybe old age, and lack of effs to give have made it easier to not even care about fitting in.

Sometimes it is hard for folks to understand what it really means to have someone offer them intuitively guided information. I mean, what even is that? What woo-woo, charlatan, con-man bullshit are you talking about?

I get it! I really do!

Wouldn’t it be nice, if we were as skeptical about our own internal negative bullshit stories as we were about mystics!

For thousands of years, humans have been able to tap into energies of the universe. Mystics. Menders. Healers. Prophets. Visionaries. Witches. Shaman. Wayfarers. Stargazers. Lightworkers.

It is part of being human to experience mystical and magical experiences. But because our dominant culture is one that, lets face it, is pretty cerebral and in the head, it isn’t really celebrated. Or talked about. Logical. Must make it fit into concrete explainable terms. Otherwise is it fluffy, flakey, woo woo BS. And we don’t believe any of that BS do we?

And I completely get it. I’m a bit of a pragmatist and science lover. My formal school and university training is in the ‘real world’. Evidence based practice. Most of my educators at university were doctors. Doctors, who at times, I know questioned why mere nurses even needed to know the stuff they were teaching us. And 99% of them were male.

I like evidence. I like proof. But the evidence and the proof I have come to seek, is my own. I try stuff out and experience stuff to make my own interpretation of it. And frankly that is all we have. Our own perceptions of what is offered to us to experience.

I am so grateful for my education and to live in a country where I have access to formal recognition. Where I can receive certificates and papers to ‘prove’ I am competent at stuff. I am grateful for my qualifications, that have allowed me to work in the ‘real’ world. To march along with all the other ‘real’ worlders. To be patted on the back for all my ‘nice nursing’.

AND I am grateful to have left it behind. To have left behind the kind of healing methods that don’t vibe with my essential self. The ways of ‘helping’ that are focussed on a particular system or one size fits all. I just don’t believe there is one way. Despite my religious ‘drumming into’s’ that told me so.

From the youngest age, I have had the ability to be aware of things, without any evidence, without any proof. Things that just don’t feel right. Things that seem untruthful. Things that don’t add up. And I am not talking about maths kind of add, because math and I are not mates.

Instead, I have had what I can only describe as a ‘hmmmmm’  feeling. You know the little emoji that has a hand under his chin and looks up to the left. Like that. A wondering. A curiosity. A ‘something more needs attention here’. And nowadays, if I choose to, I follow it.

But back when I was a kid, no one talked about ‘knowing’. No one talked about understanding things that didn’t seem understandable.

When I was maybe 10-ish, I was staying at my next door neighbours house for a sleep over. Which wasn’t uncommon. She had a step mother, that at the time, she thought really was an evil step mother. Her step mother couldn’t have children and had inherited 2 pre-teen daughters when she was in her late 20’s. She was doing her best, but her best didn’t cut it with my mate.

One afternoon, as we lay on the bunks after being scolded and slapped (yes slapped) by her step mother, we started talking about stuff other than Madonnas new song, Flashdance outfits and which did we prefer more; her Micheal Jackson or Boy George figurine.

“I hate my step mum”, my mate said.

“It must be tough”, I said.

Long Pause.

“At least you know she isn’t your mum though. I don’t think my dad is my dad”.

Longer pause.

She eventually tossed her head over the bunk to look at me. Maybe to see if I was in my mind or not.

“Are you crazy? What do you mean not your dad?”

This was the first of many times, I have been looked at as ‘crazy’ because of some of the things I have felt. And for a very long time, I boxed the feelings up. Shut them down. And in fact, didn’t want to know.

Laying on that bed, I didn’t really know how to tell her that I just had this feeling. That there were things that didn’t make sense to me and even though I had no evidence, they felt true or not true.

So how did I ‘know’?

You, like me are a natural mystic. All humans are. It’s hard to swallow I know. Because not many of us were raised to believe this. To know that everything we need to ‘know’ exists already with in us.

Unfortunately, for many of us what we have learnt about the world has been governed by other people. And those people, have taught us not to believe ourselves, but to believe other people. To just listen and believe and trust. Have faith and don’t question. Follow the masses. Control. Submission. Repression.

And I say all of this, calling you not to believe me either.

Never believe anything that doesn’t vibe with you. Not that we just discount everything we encounter, but allow some space to feel it. Is it true for YOU.

Close your eyes from time to time and see in your body where this falls. And what it feels like. Notice if you have ‘hmmmm’ feelings. Pay attention to them. Notice them. Allow them to visit.

Not many folks that I have encountered use songs to help heal or for personal growth.

Very, very few folks have I encountered who specifically use songs, books, cards and their own intuition to help support folks on their humming adventure.

If you know of any, please tell me. They are my soul folk. We have work to do together.

My point here beauties, is there is more wisdom, more magic and more manifestation power that is in you than you may actually believe.

It is time to connect with your own intuition, your own inner guidance system, your mystical and your magical.

I’ve been doing a lot of Soul Visioning with folks recently, and time after time, I am blown away by the magic that comes to play when we connect. And the take homes that folks gather in their little baskets.

A few of the offerings I have collated to support humaning adventures are located here, if you haven’t already seen them.

You are a miracle. You are not here by accident. The amount of events that had to conspire to create you are in the billions.

YOU are magical. YOU are mystical. YOU are light.

Until next we meet, be brave, show up and share beautiful, unique you.

Big love

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It’s a Thing. It is.

It’s a thing. That in times of stress and modern living, often the things that are designed to most nourish us, go. We give them up. Like creativity.

On your lists of things to do, and achieve, how many times does creativity feature?

For most of my life, I have been pretty creative. Not in the ‘art’ sense of creativity, but perhaps a more subtle kind of creative.

But that is the thing with ideas around creativity. People point at some people and say, ‘they are creative’, like it’s a look or an overt expression. I wonder if it is a bit like a spectrum. A range. And those at the extreme end, use their creativity overtly and even might even be paid for it by making a living out if it. Singers, dancers, actors, artists, sculptures and flamingo Hawaiian shirt wearing folks .

And at the other end, I don’t know, maybe you think of factory workers, and scientists and rocks? Personally, I think all of those folks require creativity.

When you think of creative people, who comes to mind for you? Can you think of them? What do they look like? And when you think of yourself, where do you fit on the spectrum?

At school, Drama was my expressive outlet. Effortless. Playful. Immersive. The kids at school, after they had seen a performance, they would come up and say I was a natural. That one day they would see me on stage. I’d always chuckle. I knew I would never choose that route. It was too uncertain. Too unstable, and all I knew at that time, was that I would never want to rely on anyone for anything. So I would have to choose secure.

After I left school, I stopped drama and at university, I began studying to become a Registered Nurse. Safe. Stable. Can work anywhere. Reliable.

I loved drama, not just for the performance aspect, but for the creative development of the story and all the characters and props and settings, and the group work. I loved the rehearsing. The tweaking. The feedback. The growth. Groups have a deep connection to me I have come to see.

Group assignments at uni were my love. I’d be the nerdy one, doing small little claps when we were grouped up to do an assignment together. Oh the joy of coming together to pool our ideas, our visions and see what we could create. Collectively.

I’d have an idea, and then someone would add to that, and then I would add and then someone else would add. And before I knew it, my little idea had ballooned into some thing great.

That is my form of creative expression. Communicating visions, ideas, problem solving…and best done in groups. The perpetual elevation of ideas, and refining of visions. I love it.

I had no idea at the time, my love of drama would manifest in a healing way. Both or me, and for others.

Now days, I facilitate workshops, that are different every time. Like performing a different play each time. The stories. The props. The characters. The settings. The group work. Directing. Producing.

It’s the groups, and the gathering and the collective ideas being shared that is my joy. My creative expression. The preparation. The visioning. The ideas brewing. Oh I do love it so.

This year, I have been challenging myself with different ways to be creative in ways that bring me joy. Different styles of gatherings, and workshops and group creations.

This week, I am challenging myself, co-facilitating an online retreat for those of us who, like me, want to infuse more creative thinking and being into our lives.

It’s something I haven’t done and am really excited about. And nervous. And uncertain. And curious and willing to learn. Just like any performance at school, or any workshop I have ever delivered.

I’d love for those who are keen to make progress in their lives, to unlock stuck-stuff holding them back, or want to do things a different way and don’t know how, to join us. At this on-line retreat. A gathering. To share our collective wisdom. To share our ideas. Our visions. And together, oh I don’t know…we can maybe even make a positive impact in each others lives? Maybe?

If you’d like to hang with us, learn some stuff, play around and grow, follow the link and sign up. If you can’t make it on the day, you will receive all the same inclusions as everyone else and you can do all the activities in your own time. I mean…win win!!

Ignite your creativity. Dive into the wonder of possibilities. Move your hands and when you do, it moves your heart. No joke!

I wonder what kind of creation we will co-create together!!!

Hope to see you there.

Find out more HERE. 

Until next we meet. Be brave. Show up. And share beautiful you! xx

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I am Pretty Sure I am About to Get Lost…

I think I am about to get well lost!

I recently started singing lessons. I really should say, lesson, because I’ve only had one.

For last couple of years I have attended a rock choir on and off. By rock choir it really means, not your traditional choir.

We are just a bunch of humans who like to sing, and like doing it in places other than the car and the shower as well.

We’re a mixed bag of humans. An unlikely bunch really. And to be honest, I am not even sure if I have anything else in common much with anyone else. But it doesn’t seem to matter much. We all just like to sing.

I seem to be a human who likes doing things outside of their comfort zone. But recently, I’ve been considering just how far outside my comfort zone I really am willing to get.

For some humans, it seems that standing in front of a crowd and talking is life threatening. I read somewhere recently that 80% or more of humans would rather die than get up and speak in front a large group. I am SO curious about this.

I have spoken to a couple of folks about singing lessons, about how I said to my friend at the beginning of the year, “I want to sing in a group during the day instead of at night”. And then, it showed up. Folks seem to respond in one of two ways, “wow, that is really brave” and or, “I could never do that”.

It just doesn’t seem scary to me. To do this. And so I wonder, is it REALLY out of my comfort zone, is it out of the comfort zones of many others?

Hmmm.

The truth is, both.

It isn’t the biggest leap out of my comfort zone, especially because I am trotting along with a friend of mine and the singing teacher is our rock choir leader. So, it is a little step. I’ll admit. I mean, I still stand up there and sing and someone has to listen to it. In a group I can hide, on my own…ah hem.

I love (ish) stepping out of my comfort zone, not because it feels good, but because I know that that is where the growth happens. That is where I stretch this little human out. Like pressing the accelerator on a fast car…I like to see where it can go.

So the singing, little step.

But here is the big step and I am writing about it now because it is highly likely I am going to get lost. VERY lost! 

Mid last year, I did a course that really made me question the kind of writing I want to do in the world.

It made me look at what vibe I was sending out. What legacy or writing footprint was I leaving behind. And this wasn’t even a writing course.

And since then, I have found writing to be…a little challenging. Pretty heady, pretty…clunky and a little uninspired to be honest.

At the same time, I gave up drinking alcohol. Are they related?? I am just not sure.

As my writing has slowed however, other things have had space to pop through. A podcast. Other really fun and creative workshop content. So, it is all purposeful for sure.

But the writing…it calls me back.

But I have been scared. Afraid. And frankly, out of my depth a bit.

Knowing I wanted to take my writing in a different direction, but not entirely sure how I asked in one of my mediations and universal ‘call outs’, “can I have some support with this next writing chapter”.

Seems it heard, as it seems to always do.

Those of you who know me, know I am a BIG fan of life coach and multiple author person, Martha Beck. Some of my favourite life changing books are written by her. And the course I am doing, is developed by her. Makes me a little giddy even remembering it is with her! You know how some folks would love to do something with their fave celebrity? That is what it is like for me and Martha!

This course is 12 weeks. 3 months. And, true to my form, I have printed out all the worksheets, watched all the pre-class videos, have connected with my writing group and bought new stationary allocated just for the course….

And already, I am feeling the rumble of a skin shedding. Something that also seems to happen outside of the comfort zone.

Nerve-cited.

That is how I feel. Nervous about what is going to show up to challenge me and excited about how this will impact my life. And, the reverse as well. I am sure you get the feeling.

If I start to seem like I have lost my marbles, my mind…it is highly likely I have. But, getting lost it seems is where we actually find ourselves.

Breathe in, breathe out…begin…………….again.

So, until next we meet,

Keep being brave. Keep showing up. And keep sharing beautiful YOU. xx

As always, I’d love to hear from you.

When was the last time you stepped out of your comfort zone? And what did it feel like?

Big love
Jen

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Overwhelmed? Yeah, I get it human.

Argh. I just sat down to write and I need to wee. And I don’t want to stand up and go do the thing I know I need to.

Anyone else ever do that?

There is a list of things that I ‘should’ be doing right now and all I really want to do is write. It’s my play. It’s my peace.

And so, when I look at the gazillion things that I need to attend to, I feel stressed. Overwhelmed. Heavy.


Humans are easily overwhelmed these days. With so much information flooding in at any given moment, so many pulling distractions and pushing expectations. No wonder so many humans are exhausted all of the time.

I was listening to a chat this morning by Martha Beck (please, please, acquaint yourself with her work) about overwhelm. About the ‘too much to do’ stuff.

In that little chat I was reminded of what we all ‘know’ in our deepest places to be true, but seem to constantly and persistently over look.

We seem to forget that if we are fortunate to be reading this, or being distracted by first world problems, then we have some control over where we put our energy.

Or maybe I am the one to forget this. Often.

We seem to forget that creating anything or doing anything from a place of overwhelm and anxiety doesn’t actually produce anything more than exactly that. It seems to be self perpetuating.

Obviously we forget, because we keep doing it, right?

Can someone remind me the definition of insanity over here??

So, what do we do?

How do we navigate this overwhelming world we are in?

Well, it is simple. But it seems that us humans are not particularly interested in the simple stuff. The more complicated and convoluted the solution the better it must be.

“It can’t be that simple”, we say when we are offered the solutions. So, we continue to run the same patters.

Well, what if we did this really crazy thing and just tried, for a week, this really simple practice to manage overwhelm. And see what happens.

Now, before your brain encourages you to roll your eyes right now, and then encourage your mouth to say with a big sigh, “I don’t have time this week for another thing to do for jimminy crickets sake”, lets just have a play.

And there are a few clues in that last paragraph as to what some of the ‘simple’ might be.

Can you guess?

Breathe.

Play.

Breathing. It’s so easy right? We do it all the time. Unconsciously. Thank god, or we would be dead.

But breathing intentionally. Focussed breathing. Deeply. Into the depths of our lungs.

You already ‘know’ this right?

You already know the power of breath? But if you don’t, find your way to a yoga class. Fin your way to the Wim Hoff method. Find your way to an online zen meditation thing. Find your way to learn to breathe.

In fact, right here, right now, lets you and me breathe.

Imagine that you have a post it note held up in front of you. Imagine you are running your finger slowly across the top of the note for an inhale, and pause when you get to the corner for a second or so. And then down the right side for an exhale and pause at the corner, then along the bottom for an inhale and up the left side for an exhale.

One.

Done.

And if you are feeling really overwhelmed, do another round. And another.

Calm. The. Farm.

Have a chat with yourself. Reassure yourself. Remind yourself you are on your team. Remember that you aren’t alone and these feelings we ALL can relate to.

Then, the next simple part is not easy. Simple, but not easy.

Play.

Make 30 minutes to play!

What is your play? What brings you peace?

Do ou love to write, do you love to read, do you love to dance, do you love music? These are some of my play things.

WHAT ARE YOUR PLAY THINGS (hmmm, maybe don’t share all your play things).

What brings you peace?

If you don’t know, it is time to try some stuff out. And here is a hint, your body will say YES when you consider it. Your mind will tell you you are dumb. But your body will let you know the truth.

And right now, my body is telling me that if I don’t move toward the toilet I will surely wet myself. And really, I can’t be bothered with the mess, so…see you in a ‘wee’ while.

Ew. Yep. I went there!

That was fun! Thanks for playing! Oh, and check out the songs at the bottom that ‘played’ along too!

Until next we meet,

Be brave, show up and share beautiful you.

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PS: what’s your play? What brings you peace? I’d love to hear. Always looking for more ways to play and peace out!

PPS: Songs playing as I write this : HERE and HERE. Second song really grooves with this theme!!

 

 

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And Still We Rise…You and Me!

This isn’t the blog post I think I sat down to write.

That kind of seems like a weird statement given I haven’t written anything.

But, sometimes when I write, when I sit down, something comes over me, or through  me, or something else I haven’t yet really been able to describe.

And I have that feeling.

I can feel in my chest and by the prickling in my eyes, that this may be an emotional piece.

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An unexpected gift for me on his birthday??

My father in law turned 70 recently. We had a party. His sister brought him the best present….and unexpectedly, gave me the best gift as well.

I run workshops. Personal introspection kind of workshops. An opportunity to check out of the ‘same ol’ same ol’ routine and going through the motions – and check in. Deep in.

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12 Years Writing this Chapter

Today marks 12 years that I have been in this chapter. Writing it collaboratively with a bunch of other humans!

This is the longest time I have spent dedicated to one thing! Achievement moment!

This chapter began expected, but yet completely unexpected.

Have you noticed that life is filled with opposing energies? The paradoxes that seem to be the foundation of life.

I mean, I am deeply introverted and crave quiet time at my soul level, but yet love to be on stage, leading workshops, facilitating retreats. I love being around other like souled humans.

And wanting to be surrounded by beautiful things, and yet, at the some time want to throw everything away and live so basically and simply with not one piece of ‘stuff’.

Feel so blessed and gushy and deeply moved to have been gifted your children and at the same time be annoyed and feel trapped or have lost freedom.

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Soul Songs

I gift songs for fun. And maybe I have a little bit of lisztomania. Is that like being a little bit pregnant I wonder?

Anyway…

I’m right in the middle of gifting Theme Songs for 2018. FUN!

The gift I receive from this process is that I get to infuse all of these songs into me as well.

So, I thought I might share some of the songs that consistently hit my soul personally.

May they touch yours as well.

Unlike previous blogs, these are organised into sections.

I’ll leave it to you to feel into the song titles and search them up for your good selves.

Oh and I am ALWAYS on the feel out for new songs, so feel free to send me yours! Share the good vibes. xx

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189 Days Since my Last Drink.

If you have been following my writings, you will know that since June, I haven’t had a drink. No, not true. I haven’t had an alcoholic drink! Not one. Not even a sip!

Initially it was set as an experiment to see if I could actually make it until 2018. Just because I had never gone that long without a drink, since being an adult.

But what I have come to see, when ‘letting go’ of some habits, is that there were and are A LOT of habits that my body just says NO to.

Because I am a sensitive soul, I feel a lot of stuff. And I give a fuck about a lot of stuff. Too much, I have come to see.

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5 Steps to a Breakthrough

I love the work of Tony Robbins. I have read so much of his stuff, watched hours and hours of his work and listened to so much of his wisdom on CD’s and podcasts. And next year I hope to attend one of his seminars! #onthelist

If you haven’t heard of Tony Robbins, you might want to do yourself a favour and get acquainted. He is a powerhouse, a game changer and a man on a mission to help folks undo their pain and live a full out life!