Thursday, June 30, 2011
Thursday, March 03, 2011
My Growth Tree
My growth tree, it is a living, dream board/ vision board, I went and saw a psychic, she said that I need a growth tree. I put little tags on there, they are what I want and what my dreams are for the next 12 months. I am looking after that I can see my dreams and wants everyday.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Work can be funny
Working in an Emergency Department, can be stressful, VERY busy, emotional, frustrating, tiring but it can also be funny.
I work with some fantastic people, Dr’s, nurses, wardies, admin officers.
We all have our war stories, days where it was hideous, where there are people dying, where every time you look up your getting abused, when you’re so busy that time actually slows down.
Then there is the funny, see I don’t know why I work in a hospital, I hate vomit, sputum, smells, orifices, I don’t cope when someone dies, I hate being yelled at.
Some shifts though are just funny.
When a Dad comes in with a sprained ankle from riding a scotter and his kids are standing there saying “I told him he was doing it wrong”.
When I start dry retching, at the sight and or sound of someone else vomiting. (nursing staff think this is hilarious).
When you see an xray of a foreign object where it has no right to be and you wonder how and why, oh why would you. Then the patient asks for it back after it being extracted.
A very young couple coming in after some fabulously wild sex and him falling out of bed and breaking his arm. But then, having to explain how it happened to every nurse, Doctor, physio and xray person that he sees.
Have you ever presented to an Emergency Department?
I work with some fantastic people, Dr’s, nurses, wardies, admin officers.
We all have our war stories, days where it was hideous, where there are people dying, where every time you look up your getting abused, when you’re so busy that time actually slows down.
Then there is the funny, see I don’t know why I work in a hospital, I hate vomit, sputum, smells, orifices, I don’t cope when someone dies, I hate being yelled at.
Some shifts though are just funny.
When a Dad comes in with a sprained ankle from riding a scotter and his kids are standing there saying “I told him he was doing it wrong”.
When I start dry retching, at the sight and or sound of someone else vomiting. (nursing staff think this is hilarious).
When you see an xray of a foreign object where it has no right to be and you wonder how and why, oh why would you. Then the patient asks for it back after it being extracted.
A very young couple coming in after some fabulously wild sex and him falling out of bed and breaking his arm. But then, having to explain how it happened to every nurse, Doctor, physio and xray person that he sees.
Have you ever presented to an Emergency Department?
How you spend your days
“How you spend your days is how you spend your life.”
I have been inspired by this quote, I have no idea who wrote it, said it or where it came from. It makes me want to get up and get my life filled with so much more. I want to fill my soul, I want to experience more life in my days.
I don’t mean more “things” or more chores or meaningless tasks. I mean beautiful, experiences, people, books, food, places.
It sounds like a hard thing to do, but really, it is in the everyday things that are already mine that I want to find the joy. Instead of hanging washing on the line and it being a chore, being grateful and appreciating the acre of land that we live on. The creatures that call our home their home. The beautiful trees, the multitude of birds and butterflies.
To stay in the moment, finding serenity in the simple.
To have a vocation (my new word), that brings me joy, experience, people, creativity, financial abundance, flexibility. To spend my working days, at something that inspires me.
To observe, my children’s growth and journey. To enjoy in their innocence, their learning, their observations of the world. To take some of their qualities and be a free spirit again.
I have figured out if I can slow down, stop doing 10 things at once, breathe, and be in the moment, I will create the days that I want, therefore creating the life that I want.
How do you spend your days?
I have been inspired by this quote, I have no idea who wrote it, said it or where it came from. It makes me want to get up and get my life filled with so much more. I want to fill my soul, I want to experience more life in my days.
I don’t mean more “things” or more chores or meaningless tasks. I mean beautiful, experiences, people, books, food, places.
It sounds like a hard thing to do, but really, it is in the everyday things that are already mine that I want to find the joy. Instead of hanging washing on the line and it being a chore, being grateful and appreciating the acre of land that we live on. The creatures that call our home their home. The beautiful trees, the multitude of birds and butterflies.
To stay in the moment, finding serenity in the simple.
To have a vocation (my new word), that brings me joy, experience, people, creativity, financial abundance, flexibility. To spend my working days, at something that inspires me.
To observe, my children’s growth and journey. To enjoy in their innocence, their learning, their observations of the world. To take some of their qualities and be a free spirit again.
I have figured out if I can slow down, stop doing 10 things at once, breathe, and be in the moment, I will create the days that I want, therefore creating the life that I want.
How do you spend your days?
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The Bookstore
My heart skips a beat, my eyes are scanning every corner, my legs, want to run and explore. Oh where do I start, where am I drawn to, who is calling to me.
The possibilities,
The adventure,
The happiness,
The sadness,
The thrilling,
The torturous,
The colours,
The sizes,
The cheap,
The expensive.
I am in my own world when, I go into a................................BOOKSTORE.
A bookstore is where I could very easily spend the whole day. It soothes my soul when I get to explore a book store.
I had a text the other night from a girl friend to say that Borders and Angus and Robertson had gone into voluntary administration. See she knows how much I love bookstores and books. She listened to me rave on and on when Apple bought out the IPAD, it made me sick to think that people would rather read a book on their computer. I know it is a sign of the times, that nothing stays the same, convenience, they are cheaper, that you can have access to any book in the world that you would like.
I say SO WHAT. How can anyone replace discovering, a book that is calling you to read it, to flick through, to have a real “feel” for the book , to run your hands along the shelves, to have a peek into all the nooks and crannies, to open yourself up to see what treasures you can find.
How can you replace sitting in your garden, lounge room, bed, car, train, aeroplane, or beach, with a beautiful book, the heaviness of it, the pages that are tangible and you turn almost unconsciously as you are so engrossed in your book. Eventually putting up on a book shelf and being proud of all the books that you have read, the emotions that they stirred up in you. The adventures that you had while reading them.
None of this can be replaced by a computer.
The possibilities,
The adventure,
The happiness,
The sadness,
The thrilling,
The torturous,
The colours,
The sizes,
The cheap,
The expensive.
I am in my own world when, I go into a................................BOOKSTORE.
A bookstore is where I could very easily spend the whole day. It soothes my soul when I get to explore a book store.
I had a text the other night from a girl friend to say that Borders and Angus and Robertson had gone into voluntary administration. See she knows how much I love bookstores and books. She listened to me rave on and on when Apple bought out the IPAD, it made me sick to think that people would rather read a book on their computer. I know it is a sign of the times, that nothing stays the same, convenience, they are cheaper, that you can have access to any book in the world that you would like.
I say SO WHAT. How can anyone replace discovering, a book that is calling you to read it, to flick through, to have a real “feel” for the book , to run your hands along the shelves, to have a peek into all the nooks and crannies, to open yourself up to see what treasures you can find.
How can you replace sitting in your garden, lounge room, bed, car, train, aeroplane, or beach, with a beautiful book, the heaviness of it, the pages that are tangible and you turn almost unconsciously as you are so engrossed in your book. Eventually putting up on a book shelf and being proud of all the books that you have read, the emotions that they stirred up in you. The adventures that you had while reading them.
None of this can be replaced by a computer.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
An exercise in dreaming.
I crave adventure, experience, sights, and people beyond my own garden gate. At this point in my life, I am dreaming of where I would go, what I would do, who would be with me, how long would I stay. Of course it would be all expenses paid, a nanny trailing along.
I would take my little family (and the nanny), on an adventure, around the world for 6 months.
We would start off in London and stay there for a month, we would explore the sights, castles, country side, we would travel to some of the beautiful little villages, of course travel on a double decker bus, go past Her Majesty’s palace, visit Hamleys Toy Shop, wonder around The National Gallery, Westminster abbey, Shakespears Globe theatre, Tower of London, and Stone Henge.
Then pop over to France for a couple of weeks and see the Eiffel tower, eat some snails, go the south and explore some wineries, The Louvre, Mont St Michel.
The big one a couple of 3 months in Italy, ride through Tuscany, visit leaning tower of Pisa, Eat in the Trastevere District, visit the Boboli Gardens in Florence, Float down the Grand Canal in Venice, place my hands on the Colosseum, Marvel at the Sistine chapel, Trevi fountain, and St Peters Basilica, Walk across the bridge of Sighs. Do some people watching in a little cafe while I have a coffee and my husband and kids (and the nanny) have a gelato. I would take my children to a Montessori school to see what they are like in Italy.
Go to the USA, to take the kids to Disney Land, visit New York to go to Broadway.
On the way back to Australia, fly into Bali so that my husband can go surfing, I can get a massage.
That would definitely satisfy my craving for adventure, experience, sights, and people beyond my own garden gate.
My Job
My current job is administrative officer in a Hospital Emergency Department. I work shift work and weekends. The shifts are 700 am 1100 am 1430 pm and 2245pm.
The work is registering patients so that the hospital has there details on file, filing, answering phone calls, faxing, dealing with patient enquiries, working closely with nursing and medical staff. Plus 100 other menial tasks.
It is a fast paced environment which, can be an advantage, because you are on the go all the time, it can also be very stressful. The Emergency Department is a very emotional place, people get every emotional when they are waiting to be seen by a doctor or they are waiting for friends and family.
I cop a lot of abuse, from patients, friends and family of patients. The shift work is tedious, to work around with children. On shift work I always feel like I am disappointing someone, if it is not myself, then my family and friends. This is because events, dinners, camping trips all seem to pop up the days that I work. Working the weekend is horrible because my husband has weekends off and so we are like passing ships, he is walking in from work and I am kissing him good bye, to go to work.
I have been in this job for 10 years now and while I like the people that I work with and I have meet some very interesting people, it is time for me to get away from such a toxic, hectic, tiring, abusive, emotional, disappointing place.
Why am I still there the $$$$$.
My dream job would be working from my gorgeous home, to be flexible, financially rewarding, challenging, inspiring work that helps me grow as a person and that I find complete joy in. I want to travel; I want it to reflect my individuality.
I have always dreamed of writing, I love talking to people and finding out there stories, I find other peoples stories inspiring, motivational and healing. People’s stories are what connect us as humans. From the stories and experiences it is the stories that we find that we have in common with people. Their stories can help us on our own journey.
I have never written before because of a lack of confidence in my ability. Because if I was to write someone’s story, I want it to jump off the page and be real to the reader, I want the reader to be as inspired as I was when I heard it.
So my dream job would be to interview and write people’s stories and for them to be published.
Why I have not ventured that path: Lack of confidence in my writing skills, and not knowing how to get the stories out to others.
The work is registering patients so that the hospital has there details on file, filing, answering phone calls, faxing, dealing with patient enquiries, working closely with nursing and medical staff. Plus 100 other menial tasks.
It is a fast paced environment which, can be an advantage, because you are on the go all the time, it can also be very stressful. The Emergency Department is a very emotional place, people get every emotional when they are waiting to be seen by a doctor or they are waiting for friends and family.
I cop a lot of abuse, from patients, friends and family of patients. The shift work is tedious, to work around with children. On shift work I always feel like I am disappointing someone, if it is not myself, then my family and friends. This is because events, dinners, camping trips all seem to pop up the days that I work. Working the weekend is horrible because my husband has weekends off and so we are like passing ships, he is walking in from work and I am kissing him good bye, to go to work.
I have been in this job for 10 years now and while I like the people that I work with and I have meet some very interesting people, it is time for me to get away from such a toxic, hectic, tiring, abusive, emotional, disappointing place.
Why am I still there the $$$$$.
My dream job would be working from my gorgeous home, to be flexible, financially rewarding, challenging, inspiring work that helps me grow as a person and that I find complete joy in. I want to travel; I want it to reflect my individuality.
I have always dreamed of writing, I love talking to people and finding out there stories, I find other peoples stories inspiring, motivational and healing. People’s stories are what connect us as humans. From the stories and experiences it is the stories that we find that we have in common with people. Their stories can help us on our own journey.
I have never written before because of a lack of confidence in my ability. Because if I was to write someone’s story, I want it to jump off the page and be real to the reader, I want the reader to be as inspired as I was when I heard it.
So my dream job would be to interview and write people’s stories and for them to be published.
Why I have not ventured that path: Lack of confidence in my writing skills, and not knowing how to get the stories out to others.
Monday, February 14, 2011
My Ring
The handsome, young, surfer guy that presented me with this stunning, ring, is the first guy that I have ever really loved. He was my first boyfriend out of high school.
We were together, fours years by the time that he asked the big question. We were both young, all I wanted in the world was to be married, have a nice house and start a family.
The day that he proposed, we had flown back to Brisbane, from visiting friends in Sydney, I was sick with a head cold and the flu, we went to the beach so that he could go surfing, the day was miserable and all I wanted to do was go home.
He pulled up in a car park on the sunshine coast that has the most beautiful view of the ocean, (him) " come on lets go for a walk," (me) are you kidding me, I am not walking anywhere". Anyway he asked a couple of more time for me to go for a walk and I just wanted to get home.
He leans down underneath the car seat ( I thought he was getting out cigarettes). Gets out a ring box opens it up and says will you marry me, then. I burst into tears of course and cuddle him so hard, I was crying, saying yes at the same time but couldn't let go of his neck. He finally scrapes me off him. He slides the ring on my finger and that is where it has been for the past 11 years.
I later found out that he had, bought the ring weeks before and that he had kept it in his car that whole time. I loved that he picked out the rings all on his own.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
What a fabulous day
I am in such a happy, joyous, grateful place at this very moment, you know those days where everything is fabulous. I had a great sleep last night and woke up this morning with one of my gorgeous boys curled up beside me fast asleep.
Got to school drop off and I had done my hair a bit different this morning and everyone that I came in contact with commented how gorgeous I looked. My youngest boy decided to pick flowers from our garden and give them to his teacher. My eldest walked into his class room told his teacher how nice she looked and then sat quietly on the mat.
All of the above had already made my day.
I meet a girlfriend for coffee for her birthday and I had a clear picture of exactly what I wanted to buy for her and I walked into the shop and it literally fell at my feet.
Had the most delicious coffee, and FABULOUS conversation with my beautiful friend Helen. When we parted ways, I felt so light and happy and in this fabulous mood, we had talked about so much stuff but all was positive and happy.
I have been wishing and wanting and hoping to find a nice mat for our lounge room at a good price and that will fit. I walked into a local shop, picked up some cushion covers for 50% off and they were probably another 50% cheaper then the exact same ones I wanted to buy in Byron. I also found my perfect mat it was also on sale.
My lounge room looks fabulous now and has such a great energy. I cleaned out my shoe cupboard and have arranged all my shoes so they look like they are in a shoe shop. OHH they look so beautiful.
I am off to do reading with my youngest boys class. I love reading with the littlies, see reading is a passion of mine and I love watching the little ones faces, it is such a fabulous achievement, to sound those pesky words out.
What a fabulous day
Melinda xx
All of the above had already made my day.
I meet a girlfriend for coffee for her birthday and I had a clear picture of exactly what I wanted to buy for her and I walked into the shop and it literally fell at my feet.
Had the most delicious coffee, and FABULOUS conversation with my beautiful friend Helen. When we parted ways, I felt so light and happy and in this fabulous mood, we had talked about so much stuff but all was positive and happy.
I have been wishing and wanting and hoping to find a nice mat for our lounge room at a good price and that will fit. I walked into a local shop, picked up some cushion covers for 50% off and they were probably another 50% cheaper then the exact same ones I wanted to buy in Byron. I also found my perfect mat it was also on sale.
My lounge room looks fabulous now and has such a great energy. I cleaned out my shoe cupboard and have arranged all my shoes so they look like they are in a shoe shop. OHH they look so beautiful.
I am off to do reading with my youngest boys class. I love reading with the littlies, see reading is a passion of mine and I love watching the little ones faces, it is such a fabulous achievement, to sound those pesky words out.
What a fabulous day
Melinda xx
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
What's my style
I am so frustrated/ undecided, at the moment, I have been doing that much digging, prodding, exploring trying to figure out me, in my heart, my head, my soul. That I now look at my wardrobe, and at my hair and me and I don't suit me anymore. (if that makes sense). Standing at my cupboard and I don't even like my favourite jeans anymore.
I need a new wardrobe, I want to love the clothes I am wearing, I want to feel confident in them. I want clothes that portray me, the new me, the me that isn't sitting on the sidelines anymore. I don't want to just buy them cause they are on the sale rack, or I am desperate for a top and that will do. I am still stuck, we haven't won the lotto yet, so can not throw out my entire cupboard, and buy the "new me" clothes.
I have been really concentrating so hard on what I want and really digging deep within me and asking myself lots of questions and scribbling, writing, jotting down pages and pages of answers in my diary and I seem to be changing at a rate of knots that I am not keeping up with.
My husband was dumb founded on the weekend when we were camping at Broken Head. I actually went swimming and surfing and it wasn't 40 degrees, and I didn't care who saw me in a bikini, AND I loved it. I did yoga on the beach (something I haven't had the confidence to do before), cause god forbid someone would think that I am weird AND I loved it.
The same is to be said for my blog, it is so plain and boring, but I am so stuck at the moment that I am not sure, what "look" I am going for.
So I will put out my request for new clothes and inspiration for the "look"of my blog to the universe and see what is provided.
Or if anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them.
Melinda
I need a new wardrobe, I want to love the clothes I am wearing, I want to feel confident in them. I want clothes that portray me, the new me, the me that isn't sitting on the sidelines anymore. I don't want to just buy them cause they are on the sale rack, or I am desperate for a top and that will do. I am still stuck, we haven't won the lotto yet, so can not throw out my entire cupboard, and buy the "new me" clothes.
I have been really concentrating so hard on what I want and really digging deep within me and asking myself lots of questions and scribbling, writing, jotting down pages and pages of answers in my diary and I seem to be changing at a rate of knots that I am not keeping up with.
My husband was dumb founded on the weekend when we were camping at Broken Head. I actually went swimming and surfing and it wasn't 40 degrees, and I didn't care who saw me in a bikini, AND I loved it. I did yoga on the beach (something I haven't had the confidence to do before), cause god forbid someone would think that I am weird AND I loved it.
The same is to be said for my blog, it is so plain and boring, but I am so stuck at the moment that I am not sure, what "look" I am going for.
So I will put out my request for new clothes and inspiration for the "look"of my blog to the universe and see what is provided.
Or if anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them.
Melinda
Friday, February 04, 2011
New Years Resolution
We are keeping a new years resolution.
New Years day as I was just completing the tedious task of unpacking bags from our Moreton trip. My husband throws himself on our bed and says so another year.
What are our new years resolutions ??? See I have never been one for new years resolutions. This year is different, we are going to have a fabulous year, we are going to do things that we always say we will and then life, money, fear, work gets in the way.
I made him promise, that we will be going camping for one weekend a month.
We bought our camper trailer back, after we had to sell it cause we were in desperate need of cash. I am sure that the universe took it away from us, because we were so caught up in our own shit to much to see what fabulous things we already had sitting in our laps.
So we are off to Broken Head, this afternoon, pick the boys up from school and keep on going down the highway to our first camping holiday of the year.
I am so excited, not so much about the camping, but that we are keeping promises that we have made to ourselves.
New Years day as I was just completing the tedious task of unpacking bags from our Moreton trip. My husband throws himself on our bed and says so another year.
What are our new years resolutions ??? See I have never been one for new years resolutions. This year is different, we are going to have a fabulous year, we are going to do things that we always say we will and then life, money, fear, work gets in the way.
I made him promise, that we will be going camping for one weekend a month.
We bought our camper trailer back, after we had to sell it cause we were in desperate need of cash. I am sure that the universe took it away from us, because we were so caught up in our own shit to much to see what fabulous things we already had sitting in our laps.
So we are off to Broken Head, this afternoon, pick the boys up from school and keep on going down the highway to our first camping holiday of the year.
I am so excited, not so much about the camping, but that we are keeping promises that we have made to ourselves.
Friday, January 28, 2011
The little things.
I found a blog (teaching tuck and ty) a few days ago by chance, it slapped me in the face with a reality and gratitude check. Please have a read of final hours of this blog and you will understand, why I have started noticing even the little things, about my boys and my husband and have what seems an endless amount of gratitude.
The way Scott tells me every single day with out fail "babe you look hot in that" (most of the time I'm not looking so hot".
The way Scott squeezes my hand or touches my arm when he walks past me.
The way that he slips is wedding ring on my finger when he is surfing.
The way he sits on the kitchen bench and has a chat, when I'm cooking.
The way he waits up even after a massive day at work, for me to go to work at 1000pm, and he helps me get my lunch, walks me to the car and opens our gate.
The way he mumbles I love you, every single night before he goes to sleep.
The way my boys without fail call out from there beds, every single night, even after they have said they don't need to tell me anything else.
The way my boys always ask how my day was when they get in the car after school.
When they say thank you after every meal.
I could keep going,
It is the little things that, feed my soul and open my heart. I am so grateful for Tricia for sharing her story.
The way Scott tells me every single day with out fail "babe you look hot in that" (most of the time I'm not looking so hot".
The way Scott squeezes my hand or touches my arm when he walks past me.
The way that he slips is wedding ring on my finger when he is surfing.
The way he sits on the kitchen bench and has a chat, when I'm cooking.
The way he waits up even after a massive day at work, for me to go to work at 1000pm, and he helps me get my lunch, walks me to the car and opens our gate.
The way he mumbles I love you, every single night before he goes to sleep.
The way my boys without fail call out from there beds, every single night, even after they have said they don't need to tell me anything else.
The way my boys always ask how my day was when they get in the car after school.
When they say thank you after every meal.
I could keep going,
It is the little things that, feed my soul and open my heart. I am so grateful for Tricia for sharing her story.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The I love you stage
I have finally after nearly 10 years of marriage, really just opened up to the massive stages that we have gone through.
There was the honeymoon phase where everything is beautiful and loving and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Then the first baby came along and I was so tired and overwhelmed and consumed by breastfeeding, shitty nappies, trying with all my might to get him to sleep. That the thought of anyone else touching me or expecting anything from me except clean clothes and dinner was laughable.
Then all that settled we morphed into a normal relationship again where I loved seeing Scott coming home and I loved chatting and loved being a couple again. Then surprise, surprise another baby. Again back to the laughable bit, especially with two kids.
All that settled down, I went back to work and it was mostly weekends so we were not seeing each other that much and for me it was kids, kindy, and mum stuff during the week and he was working, then I would be at work on weekends.
Last year we both started changing so much, in so many way so quickly, that we got to a stage of, who the hell are you and what are we doing. See Scott decided that he didn't want to do roofing anymore, and I have issues with not being able to pay our bills on time all the time, with the no pay coming in. I was resenting him, he was hating me cause he didn't want to do something that he hates.
It took all year to work it out. OHHH what an experience. I can see why so many couples , throw there hands up and go this is way to hard.
We worked hard to get through and Scott decided on his own to go back to roofing (not contracting anymore). He is actually enjoying it.
We have become so much closer because of 2010.
We are in the stage of I love you, it feels like the honeymoon stage again. (but no little babies will be coming out of this honeymoon stage)
I wonder what is next.
Mel xxx
There was the honeymoon phase where everything is beautiful and loving and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Then the first baby came along and I was so tired and overwhelmed and consumed by breastfeeding, shitty nappies, trying with all my might to get him to sleep. That the thought of anyone else touching me or expecting anything from me except clean clothes and dinner was laughable.
Then all that settled we morphed into a normal relationship again where I loved seeing Scott coming home and I loved chatting and loved being a couple again. Then surprise, surprise another baby. Again back to the laughable bit, especially with two kids.
All that settled down, I went back to work and it was mostly weekends so we were not seeing each other that much and for me it was kids, kindy, and mum stuff during the week and he was working, then I would be at work on weekends.
Last year we both started changing so much, in so many way so quickly, that we got to a stage of, who the hell are you and what are we doing. See Scott decided that he didn't want to do roofing anymore, and I have issues with not being able to pay our bills on time all the time, with the no pay coming in. I was resenting him, he was hating me cause he didn't want to do something that he hates.
It took all year to work it out. OHHH what an experience. I can see why so many couples , throw there hands up and go this is way to hard.
We worked hard to get through and Scott decided on his own to go back to roofing (not contracting anymore). He is actually enjoying it.
We have become so much closer because of 2010.
We are in the stage of I love you, it feels like the honeymoon stage again. (but no little babies will be coming out of this honeymoon stage)
I wonder what is next.
Mel xxx
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I am awake
Sleep, oh beautiful, restful, soulful, wonderful sleep.
How I miss you, curling up in my gorgeous comfy, crisp, clean sheets for a beautiful night of dreaming, deep healing sleep.
It is just not the same during the day, I have taken the kids to school, had some breakfast and a cup of herbal "sweet dreams" tea, long hot shower. I go to my room, cover the windows, turn the air con on, get my "fairy dreaming" crystals for under my pillow and bed down for hopefully a few hours of sleep. I pray to the universe and the angels to grant me deep, restful sleep.
I full into a deep, restful sleep....... for 40minutes, wake up with the biggest fright. Mind and heart racing what day is it, where are the kids, what should I be doing, is it 9.40am or 9.40pm. Deep breaths gather your thoughts love, all is good, you are supposed to be sleeping. I sleep till 11.00am, wake oh god what time do I get the kids, how many hours away is that. GO to sleep. Wake at 12.30pm SHIT, forget it, I am awake.
My head is so fuzzy, the light drills holes in my eyes so that I feel like I have nails being driven into my head. My body is slow, heavy. I no I cleaned my teeth before I went to bed, did I swallow a cup full of sand in my sleep, stomach so yuck, do I need to be sick or am I just hungry.
Turn the jug on get cup, coffee, milk, sugar, bread, roast potatoes and mayo. Put it all on the bench, stand and look out the kitchen window at my yard. SHIT forgot to turn the jug on. That's right was going to make sandwich.
Go to the toilet while jug is boiling, check messages on my phone, 2 texts from girlfriends, 1 voice message from another wanting a chat. Sit down to flick through the channels on tv. SHIT I was making coffee and sandwich. Finally make coffee and sandwich.
Sit on lounge, get a text from a gorgeous girlfriend " hi luv, do you want me to get your boys from school". Oh how I love my friends. I could kiss her.
I will be in bed early tonight for beautiful, restful, soulful, wonderful sleep.
I will be back to night duty, tomorrow night for another 4 nights this week. I will meet you on the other side, sleep.
Mel xx
How I miss you, curling up in my gorgeous comfy, crisp, clean sheets for a beautiful night of dreaming, deep healing sleep.
It is just not the same during the day, I have taken the kids to school, had some breakfast and a cup of herbal "sweet dreams" tea, long hot shower. I go to my room, cover the windows, turn the air con on, get my "fairy dreaming" crystals for under my pillow and bed down for hopefully a few hours of sleep. I pray to the universe and the angels to grant me deep, restful sleep.
I full into a deep, restful sleep....... for 40minutes, wake up with the biggest fright. Mind and heart racing what day is it, where are the kids, what should I be doing, is it 9.40am or 9.40pm. Deep breaths gather your thoughts love, all is good, you are supposed to be sleeping. I sleep till 11.00am, wake oh god what time do I get the kids, how many hours away is that. GO to sleep. Wake at 12.30pm SHIT, forget it, I am awake.
My head is so fuzzy, the light drills holes in my eyes so that I feel like I have nails being driven into my head. My body is slow, heavy. I no I cleaned my teeth before I went to bed, did I swallow a cup full of sand in my sleep, stomach so yuck, do I need to be sick or am I just hungry.
Turn the jug on get cup, coffee, milk, sugar, bread, roast potatoes and mayo. Put it all on the bench, stand and look out the kitchen window at my yard. SHIT forgot to turn the jug on. That's right was going to make sandwich.
Go to the toilet while jug is boiling, check messages on my phone, 2 texts from girlfriends, 1 voice message from another wanting a chat. Sit down to flick through the channels on tv. SHIT I was making coffee and sandwich. Finally make coffee and sandwich.
Sit on lounge, get a text from a gorgeous girlfriend " hi luv, do you want me to get your boys from school". Oh how I love my friends. I could kiss her.
I will be in bed early tonight for beautiful, restful, soulful, wonderful sleep.
I will be back to night duty, tomorrow night for another 4 nights this week. I will meet you on the other side, sleep.
Mel xx
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tools for my challenge
I found this fabulous website http://www.tinybudda.com/, if will be a great tool for my challenge this year. So this is the spirit part. I am finding, quotes, affirmations and other positive blogs to help me on my journey.
Found this quote there:
"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude." -Denis Waitley
Found this quote there:
"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude." -Denis Waitley
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Gratitude
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of out past, brings peace for today, and creates vision for tomorrow. - Melody Beattie.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
New Years Resolutions
Mind
Body
and Soul.
Last year was my MASSIVE learning year that felt so out of control that my head was spinning.
I have been working through the Simple Abundance Work Book (Sarah Ban Breathnach)for the last few weeks. I have found it confronting and a bit scary but, also has opened me up a lot and I have become more focussed on what I want.
I wanted to give myself a challenge this year. After reading a passage in the book about doing something for your mind, body and spirit everyday, I thought I am lucky to do any of that once a month.
So this year I am going to give it a go. I will commit myself to writing a blog entry once a week to make me more accountable.
So today, I have started to give up coffee ( or reduce my intake of coffee) I love it. But really 6 cups a day is a bit much and I do night duty and it just explodes to way beyond six when I am on nights.
I have also dug out the "good" tea cups and am treating myself to the gorgeous things in my life.
I will be back in a few days to update the progess of my reduced coffee intake. Ha Ha Ha see how we go hey.
Queensland Floods
13th January 2011
So, today was the peak of the worst flood that has hit Brisbane and the South East since 1974. So much, devastation, destruction, heart ache, pain, grief. We live about 45-50 minutes north of Brisbane city. Where we are, it looks as if nothing has happened. Sure we had some rain and the roads were cut for a few hours but NOTHING compared to the rest of the state. My thoughts and prayers go to all those poor souls that have lost everything in the devastation. To the families, friends that have lost people in this tragedy. I have been glued to the TV for days. Even though they show pretty much the same footage, I feel as though I can’t walk away from it.
The floods that hit the west just after Christmas are hitting the communities, farms, families all over again. My sister who lives in South West Queensland has not had a mail delivery since before Christmas, (the mail to them is everything, because everything comes out on the mail.) Groceries, bills, newspapers, anything that they can order from a local shop will come in the mail. They are still unable to leave there property, there is still water over roads, cutting any access. Because of the dirt roads, they have no indication of when they will get out.
The situation is bad now, but will only get worse when the water recedes and the devastation really shows it self. Please don’t anyone forget over the coming months, all of the people that have suffered so much.
If you would like to donate:
Donate online, by phone, in person, internet banking or mail.
http://www.qld.gov.au/floods/donate.html
To volunteer to help in the clean up
http://www.volunteeringqld.org.au/
These photos are from the area around Glenmorgan and Meandarra, South West Queensland
So, today was the peak of the worst flood that has hit Brisbane and the South East since 1974. So much, devastation, destruction, heart ache, pain, grief. We live about 45-50 minutes north of Brisbane city. Where we are, it looks as if nothing has happened. Sure we had some rain and the roads were cut for a few hours but NOTHING compared to the rest of the state. My thoughts and prayers go to all those poor souls that have lost everything in the devastation. To the families, friends that have lost people in this tragedy. I have been glued to the TV for days. Even though they show pretty much the same footage, I feel as though I can’t walk away from it.
The floods that hit the west just after Christmas are hitting the communities, farms, families all over again. My sister who lives in South West Queensland has not had a mail delivery since before Christmas, (the mail to them is everything, because everything comes out on the mail.) Groceries, bills, newspapers, anything that they can order from a local shop will come in the mail. They are still unable to leave there property, there is still water over roads, cutting any access. Because of the dirt roads, they have no indication of when they will get out.
The situation is bad now, but will only get worse when the water recedes and the devastation really shows it self. Please don’t anyone forget over the coming months, all of the people that have suffered so much.
If you would like to donate:
Donate online, by phone, in person, internet banking or mail.
http://www.qld.gov.au/floods/donate.html
To volunteer to help in the clean up
http://www.volunteeringqld.org.au/
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