Joy

A few months back a lady called Joy came into my life through blogging and although I have never met her, I regard her as my friend.

Our paths met because we have something in common-a family history that was devastated by WWII.

Joy is the author of Leora’s Letters: The Story of Love and Loss for an Iowa Family During World War II.

You can find her blog here at www.joynealkidney.com

It took some time for me to pick up Leora’s Letters and read it because I knew that the story would evoke some painful emotions within me which are attached to the loss of my Father and what he went through as a child in the same war.

Although he didn’t die, my family lost my Father when he was 7 years old and I don’t really think that he ever stood a chance of returning emotionally, from the atrocities that he experienced in the prison camp.

I can only ever imagine what kind of woman and Mother Leora was, from Joy’s description of her Grandmother and in particular the letter’s that she so lovingly wrote to her family and her five son’s.

My tears flowed generously as I read each letter and what a gift to the world this book is, to be able to have such a personal, historical insight of WWII that will always be available for people to read and for students to study in schools.

Thank you Leora, what a wonderful Mother you were and I am so sorry that you had to lose your beautiful boy’s, in order for others to live.

Thank you Joy for your wonderful book and the gift that you have given to me of love, connection and friendship.

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A Simple Lesson

My very first thought of the day early this morning and before I even opened my eyes was this;

I don’t punish myself-I let myself down.

You may be thinking that they are the same thing but for me they are very different and a revelation.

I have asked myself the same two question’s over and over-why do I continuously punish myself and what did I do that was so wrong?

My mentor once said to me;

“Maybe you are asking the wrong questions?”

For some reason, I couldn’t process that statement even though it’s pretty simple and what I now understand is, that I didn’t hear it… I mean,

I really didn’t hear it.

When you are ready, you will learn the lesson.

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Stay open and welcome this new day and all that is on offer for you to learn.

Namaste

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Excuses

Dr Wayne Dyer died on the 29th of August 2015.

He was 75.

Known as the father of motivation, Wayne Dyer was a man who impacted my life greatly and I spent many years yearning to attend one of his seminars.

The Christmas before he passed away, my dear friend Katie surprised me with a ticket to see him in London, the following September.

He died two weeks before his event.

Are there things in your life that you’ve spent years wanting to do and haven’t done them yet, because there is always some sort of reason why you can’t?

Are there people in your life that you no longer see, yet wish you were still connected?

Do you have dreams that you have put on hold because of one reason or another?

I can answer yes to all of the above.

The seminar went a head, only now it was a dedication to his life rather than hearing this wonderful man speak and as I sat in the audience, I can remember asking myself what the lesson was in this situation, that I needed to learn?

I felt desperately sad that I had not made it in time, to see Wayne Dyer and that I’d wasted so many years of my life making excuses

When I have enough money, when the kids are older, when I’m slimmer, when I’m successful, when this and when that and so on…

How many excuses have you made over the years when it comes to your hopes, desires, your future dreams?

I recognize the beautiful part of my being, that was a serial excuse maker and she learn’t from the very best.

Her parents!

Don’t be like me and waste time with vacant excuses because this present time is all that matters, right HERE AND NOW.

Write that list, make plans for your future-dream… and dream BIG.

The teachings of Wayne Dyer will always be available to whom ever shall seek them and in his own words;

If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

Here is the Excuses Begone audio book which is not the best quality but still a brilliant listen.

Now is your time.

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Task 9 – Lock down challenge (I’ve taken the daily bit out)

Reflection

Isle of Wight Artist – Katie Hobbs 2020

The Sea

I hold my breath

and allow myself to free fall

into the depths of this

extraordinary place

of wisdom

falling deeply

into the ebb and flow

of existence

the unknown

such beauty and elegance

glimmers

an enchanted paradise

a boundless ocean

no beginning or ending

a deliverance

to a space of

unfathomable peace

and exquisite glory

the endless abundance

the powerful

life force

rising up

to greet the earth with

tremendous swell

and Mother Nature

with all her gracious

offerings

floats gently

on the tide

I breathe once more

I have arrived

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The Path of Least Resistance

Day 43 of lock down.

It’s a new month and I wonder what May will bring?

Each day seems to roll into the next, not that I am complaining at all.

It’s kind of nice-learning to let go of self imposed restrictions and walk this road in new and different ways. There are still lots of twists and turns to self navigate which I now welcome, rather than attempt to walk around.

I’ve changed.

You’ve changed.

The world has changed

and its the difference, that makes the difference.

Part of me, wants this new way of living to carry on because going back to the way it was, for me, is not an option.

There were times when I felt suffocated under the weight of the pain that I was carrying and now feel different-like being very little and beginning to crawl, and taking my first steps.

The steps I quite possibly, missed out on taking a very, very long time ago.

Only, which direction shall I go in?

What if I lose my way again?

What if I get lost?

And then I remember.

The Path Made Clear – Oprah Winfrey

So today I will choose the path of least resistance and see where it takes me.

Today I shall remain present and acknowledge my dear old familiar friend called fear, who really, has only ever had my most highest and best interests at heart, which is to keep me safe.

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I hope you will you join me?

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Determination & Love

41 days of being locked down and today is my official moving to France day.

Only we won’t be going anywhere.

Strangely enough, I don’t feel gutted or upset, worried or even the slightest bit stressed out about it! I am pretty much chilled, calm and collected.

It will happen when the time is right.

So much has changed for me on a personal level over the past few weeks and all of the previous and incessant worry that plagued me on a daily basis, seems to have dissipated.

I feel blessed and extremely grateful.

I really appreciate everyone who have taken the time to read my blog and some of you have gone on to follow it too. Feeling acknowledged, when in a healing process, is incredible.

Thank you.

The death toll in the UK has now risen to over 26,000-just devastating.

I will continually send my love and prayers to a struggling world and the families who have lost so much.

Often, people tend to focus on the terribly sad news and may miss the opportunity to hear some uplifting stories amidst this crisis.

One such story that has had the nation overwhelmed with gratitude and love is that of Captain Thomas Moore whom at aged 99, walked laps around his garden to raise money for our NHS service.

Currently, he has raised more than 30 million pounds.

Today is his birthday.

Just stop and think about that for a moment;

What a wonderful man.

What an amazing story of determination.

What an inspiration.

Against all odds, this man made a powerful decision to do something that would make a difference to the lives of many people, then he stepped up to the challenge with utter determination and achieved an unbelievable outcome.

A powerful reminder for us all.

DECISION

ACTION

RESULTS

Captain Moore is a perfect example of how you can achieve anything that you desire if you put the required amount of effort into achieving, whatever it is that you truly want for your life. No matter what age, race or gender you are.

Raise your standards.

It’s all there for the taking.

Happy birthday Captain Thomas Moore we thank you greatly for standing up and showing us the way.

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To Live With Fear

It’s raining.

When all is quiet in the morning, I love to hear the gentleness of the falling rain.

When I was a child my Dad wouldn’t allow me to play outside in the rain and I remember, often sitting at my bedroom window watching the other kids on the street, playing freely.

I never crossed him intentionally-the consequences were too high.

(well on the odd occasion when I felt exceedingly brave)

It was another restless night, last night and when that happens, my mind begins to wander, travelling to the most distant memories of my past experiences.

The poem that I wrote for my last daily challenge task which was called Fear, was about an experience I had when I was about 12.

There used to be a cafe in town, a popular hang out for teenagers after school and on Saturday afternoons. Six or seven of us girls, would squeeze ourselves around a table and share plates of chips, covered in heaps of tomato sauce.

Dad wouldn’t allow me to go into town at aged 12 and his over bearing fear of me being taken away, clouded his thinking and increased his control. The pressure from friends about never being allowed to do stuff, wore me down in the end and I took the risk and joined them on the odd occasion.

Joining in, created an intense, internal worry that Dad would somehow, find out and so my teenage adventure was always marred with anxiety and quite stressful.

This particular Saturday, a man came into the cafe and sat at the table next to us. He seemed nice and instigated a conversation, offering us chips and cups of hot chocolate at his expense. He wore a light beige mackintosh coat and had short brown hair. I can remember him smiling and appearing very friendly.

What I didn’t realize in my immaturity, was that he was in the early stages of grooming.

He made us laugh and looking back now, his charisma and flirtatious character was appealing to a group of overly hormonal, teenage girls.

When we left the cafe to walk home, he asked what direction we were walking in and low and behold, he just happened to be going the same way and tagged on to our group.

I can’t remember what we talked about but I do remember that I seemed much more fascinated by him than anyone else did!

I knew better, I’d had it drummed into me from an early age about not talking to strangers. In fact, my Dad was obsessed with the idea of me being taken, which lead to his strict and often overwhelming control of me.

One by one, my friends said their goodbyes and went home until I was the last girl, alone with the stranger.

None of them appeared to be worried about me being on my own with him and just left me.

It was at that point, I realised something was wrong and decided to walk back, the way we came to be sure of more people being around.

Almighty fear set in and I knew that I had to get away. I also knew, that I had to keep walking and talking until I arrived at a safe place in order to make my exit.

One specific thing I do recall him telling me whilst walking back, was that he had to go to the police station everyday at 6 pm to check in and if he didn’t go, he would be in a lot of trouble.

I didn’t understand why?

Alarms bell went off and I felt like I couldn’t breathe-the intensity was overwhelming. I knew that I could’t run yet as he might grab me, so I just kept walking, whilst figuring out what to do.

There was a red telephone box at the end of the main road that leads into town and I decided that the box, would be my queue, to part company.

I can still feel the feeling of fear inside my gut as I write this now and also, have had another aha moment with regards to my running pattern.

In the past, when I have felt so suffocated with my life situation, I’ve wanted to run as far away as humanly possible, to escape the fear of what was happening and this situation, stacked up with all of my other ‘running away’ experiences, has allowed the fear to grow and my running pattern to increase too.

No wonder I’ve always felt like running away…

I felt suffocated in that situation back then, my lungs unable to expand fully restricted with fear and I said politely;

“It was nice meeting you, I have to go home now”-

his tone of voice was stern and he slightly protested my leaving saying that we could talk some more, as that he really liked me.

I started to walk in the direction of home and he was quickly behind me so I picked up my pace and started to run which is when he shouted out;

“Come back you bitch” and began the chase after me.

I literally ran for my life, never stopping until I made it home and praying a gazillion times on route, eventually losing him.

Wet with perspiration and lungs about to burst, I locked the front door behind me and told Mum what had happened (not the whole story of course) just that I had left my friends and had been followed home.

I don’t really recall a reaction and felt like what I had told her, had fallen on deaf ears. I took myself off to my bedroom and waited at the window, hiding behind my net curtain on active surveillance for, I don’t know how long.

Just in case he followed me home.

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As a part of my NLP practitioner training some 21 years ago, we learn’t how to use hypnosis as a tool to enable our clients to experience a deeper therapeutic process and during my Master practitioner, my practice strengthened.

It was phenomenal.

I was fascinated about this incredible tool and wanted to learn more in depth skills so on my return from the USA, I attended further training in London.

My colleagues and I lodged in a guest house local to the training centre and the whole experience at the house, was bizarre from start to finish.

On arrival, the owner of the house greeted us in such a welcoming and uplifting manner, almost completely over the top, like we were her long lost family.

She wore a navy blue jumper which appeared to have food stains down the front and a long denim skirt. As it was late in the evening, she showed us to our rooms and retired to her private dwellings.

My colleagues, who were also a couple, stayed in the downstairs double room occupancy which had a conservatory attached to it. I had a small room on the first floor, upstairs.

There were four male constructions workers staying in the two rooms adjacent to my room and we shared a bathroom, situated on the landing outside.

I had no lock on my door and the fear once again, felt almost unbearable so I propped a chair up against the door, jamming the handle so that nobody could enter my room.

I was now 30.

My bed was unclean, covered in hair and it was obvious that it had been slept in. I was too afraid to leave my room to complain and ask for clean bedding, so spread my towel out over the pillows and the top part of the sheet and attempted to go to sleep.

I hardly slept at all.

The next morning I went downstairs for breakfast and was greeted by my colleagues in the dining room. The owner appeared to take our order for breakfast and was dressed in the exact same clothes with what looked like an extra egg stain on her jumper.

Bless her

During breakfast I mentioned to the others about the state of my bed and in a round about way they suggested that I was going over the top and it was only for a few days so to let it go and not make a fuss.

I didn’t mention the chair.

Everyday was the same. The lady would open the door for us when we arrived back after our day’s training, wearing the exact same dirty clothes and then every morning when we came down for breakfast.

It was the same for the entirety of our stay.

She appeared to be in some sort of stranded animation.

On the very last morning of the training, whilst waiting for the others to get ready to leave, I sat in the conservatory with my ear phones in, listening to music. When I closed my eyes and almost immediately, I had the most vivid visual experience of being chased by a man. My body felt heavy, stuck to the chair that I was sitting in and the film played out in my mind.

I was terrified, running through the woods near my childhood home and was being chased by a man.

He was catching up with me very quickly and I just couldn’t out run him.

The man grabbed my left shoulder and I stopped.

For what seemed like forever I couldn’t turn around and look at him because I was so friegthened.

And then I turned…

Staring back at me was my Dad, having grown a beard, looking fresh and healthy with bright blue eyes. He was wearing a burgundy scarf and smart grey heavy overcoat.

He threw is arms around me and held me.

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In that moment I stopped running, just for a while, for at least the time I had with him, in my minds eye, for him to love me and hold me, to let me know that he was with me and I needn’t be afraid anymore.

Sometimes in life we let fear lead us down a path of terrible self sacrifice and emotional punishment that really messes with our whole being. We choose situations in life, unconsciously, to get in touch with that same pain, to remind us in some sort of way, that we aren’t good enough, or not strong enough, not worthy enough and so on…

But you know what?-it really doesn’t have to be that way, you can do things differently and choose a different path. My guess is for me, that there have been a million and one times over the years where my Dad has reached out to me or been very near and my grief has closed me down.

I believe that life goes on, maybe in a different form but I can not and will not accept that we end, when our body dies.

For me that’s an impossible concept.

For me our Soul never dies we just change form.

I know that Dad would have learn’t lessons from his experience here in this life time and I also believe that he would be so very sorry for his actions. My hope is that us, his siblings will learn our necessary lessons too.

After all… all of the pain on all levels, has to mean something surely?

It can’t be for nothing.

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Its still raining.

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