Life presents us with obstacles which at times can appear insurmountable. The barriers we encounter might slow us down but they teach us and allow us to grow in the right direction.
~ Liza
From the Heart
Love is really just a prayer, for all that we hold dear.
Love transcends the universe, it’s really very clear.
Love is a message gently shared, of feelings we hold.
Love is kind and gentle, then sometimes very bold.
Love is really just a thought, our putting wishes out.
For those that that touch our hearts, to never go without.
Love is a tender mantra, we utter as we breath.
When unconditional love is strong, it’s really all we need.

When we sit in silence and put away the ego, we see through all self images and understand our own ingrained thought patterns. From here we can connect with our true being and realise our potential.
Silence is a gift that in as much as it is free and available to every single one of us, it is often beyond our grasp. Life takes over and we don’t find those minutes we need to just sit with ourselves.
Absolute silence is probably impossible in our busy lives with constant noise around us. Even deep in the forest there will be the sounds of leaves falling, twigs snapping, rivers trickling and the wind gently blowing.
We can still attempt to find the silence within by just switching off outside influences, shutting down and going within to find a naturally peaceful state of being. Rest is this sensation and enjoy our own natural state of consciousness.
It took me a long time to discover the joy of silence. The point of silence for me is to reach a place of self reflection and understanding, find clarity and my own natural intuitive wisdom.
Silence is where I find myself,
where the true authentic self lives.
A restful place of peace and love,
it is there my true heart gives.
Gives way to the spirit I truly am,
connects the observing one.
In silence I go to make sense of myself,
mend scars I’ve left undone.
I go deeply into just being,
where fears and complexities lie.
Find harmony in a natural state,
transform like a butterfly.


I’ve been out of sorts the last week or so, weird dreams that I’ve shared here, fluctuating moods and bad feet. Luckily my neighbor and friend is a homeopath and knows me well. He has treated me over the years and strangely usually gets me right. I say strange because before I met him I thought homeopathy was a load of rubbish. How he has proved me wrong over the years is just amazing.
Last week he gave me amythst for three days and I was so much lighter, fun and put my worries to the back of my mind. That was not the end, he thought about me, my life experiences and thought he may have another deeper remedy. He asked how I felt about butterflies. How strange it was five minutes after I had written a poem about butterflies and he doesn’t even follow my blog!
I’ve been a little infactuated with these little creatures lately, it’s all to do with my preoccupation with death and transitions. Apparently this remedy sits well with me, loss of mother, abandoned in childhood (father), feelings of loss and abandonment, self doubt, feet etc.
It arrived yesterday and I swallowed it without a seconds thought. Nothing much happened and I thought maybe it wasn’t the right remedy. That’s okay because if it’s not right, it won’t hurt.
Last night I went to bed and dreamt of my mum, she was alive, warm and beautiful. We hugged and I cried, I’m crying now as I write this but that’s good because they are happy tears.
I think he was right, the remedy was deep.

Yesterday I met a woman with the most amazing shoes. What was amazing apart from how they looked on her beautiful legs and feet was that she had been walking her dog! I had to take a photo, I asked nicely and luckily she obliged.
Having flat feet myself I was in awe of her ability to walk in these beautiful shoes. I would have them placed on a shelf as an ornament but the thought of putting my foot inside causes my toes to curl. I’m torn when it comes to footwear, I want to wear beautiful shoes but know that to even to attempt to walk in them would age me 20 something years.
Have you ever seen the pain on someones face attempting to walk in shoes that should have rightfully been left in the shoe shop. The face a mask of pain with every line a huge crack, body stiff or lurching forward to balance and walking as if in dire search of a public convenience.
There are shoes for walking and shoes for getting out of a taxi for a few steps to an event where they can be slipped off and stored secretly under a dinner table.
What was lovely yesterday is that the shoes fitted perfectly, the lady in question had the most beautiful smile on her face. She was a natural, she walked in those shoes as if she had been born wearing them. I think she’s known for her shoes and I can’t wait to meet her again.
My shoes of choice today are a nice comfy pair of trainers as I’m off on a hike around town.
I’m passionate about life, I love so much about it. I think when your passionate about something you put your heart and soul into it, your very existence is connected.
I’m passionate about my family, I would go to the ends of the earth and back to protect my son from harm. It destroys me inside to see him or anyone of my family suffering. Having a child is a wonderful experience but you also learn what real fear is, from the moment they are born you know it is your responsibility to protect and love them. A mothers love is fierce and passionate.
Not everyone feels this love, maybe because they have not experienced it themselves. I have spent many years working with young people traumatised by early experiences, damaged by the very people who were supposed to love and care for them. I have been passionate in that I want them to have the very best care that leads to their recovery from trauma. I believe and want for these young people to have the best lives possible and reach their full potential. I have been outspoken at times and ruffled some feathers but I have got results.
My life changes, I don’t work as much and my son has grown and flown the nest but my passion continues along different avenues. Today I am passionate about love, kindness and the world we live in, just being a good person. As you probably know if you follow my blog, I love nature and taking photos on my phone. Funny how all of a sudden I’ve noticed the world around me and how beautiful it is.
I’m also passionate about writing, I want to keep at it, improve, share a message and learn 🙂
via Daily Prompt: Passionate