To Reflect on Life

Reflecting on life can assist us in seeing and making sense of past events. Sometimes when we look again, things change shape, they are not always how we remember them. To look back is to be able to look forward in a way, because if we are unable to reflect it’s unlikely we can plan effectively. 

Reflection is helpful when we have unanswered questions, are traumatised or blocked by experience, have false memories or maybe carrying baggage we need to let go of.

My lovely blogging friend tells me she likes to just be, that’s fine and good for her because she has probably made sense of herself and doesn’t have any unanswered questions. We would all like to be like her I’m sure, having made sense of the past I can’t think of much else apart from just being. 

Oh hang on what about planning, making sure we are on the right path, doing the right thing and making the most out of life. How will we really know when it’s right to just be!!

Whatever the answer, on reflection, I feel it is probably right, as long as we work from the heart, because everything starts there. 



The Most Precious Thing in my Life Is?

I was in a workshop yesterday, I was given a piece of paper with the words ‘The most precious thing in my life is…’ I had to finish this sentence off.  It was off the cuff, I didn’t have time to think about it I just had to stand up and do it.  Well I didn’t have to but I agreed to give it a go.

The most precious thing in my life is…… knowing myself, because only through knowing my true self, can I know anyone or anything else outside of this.  If I find life through my heart, not allowing myself to be led by my mind or ego I can truly connect with life.  My connections will be meaningful, my understanding will be deeper and my view of life outside of myself will be my own, or at least from my heart.

I spoke quite a bit, rambled on maybe, but that was the gist of it.  I’m on a journey of self enquiry, I’m looking for the meaning of life, I’m discovering my purpose and this is very precious to me. There are a lot of precious things in my life, people, memories, nature, writing, but I think they are precious because I connect with them from the heart.

I’m sure our views change daily, dependent on circumstances and emotions but this was how I felt yesterday and today.

Can you answer the question, I would love to hear your views in the comments?

Life Stories

Our own life stories can open us up and heal us, they open the gateways to our souls and ultimately help us discover the real self within.  Have you ever tried telling the story of your life to yourself, imagine you have no recollection of events or any previous knowledge.  How would you explain the more difficult bits, those muddled bits, so that you can fully understand yourself.

We talk to ourselves all the time, what should we have for dinner, where shall we take the dog and all sorts of useless nonsense but very rarely do we ask ourselves who we are and where we have come from.  Our own stories are the recipes for what makes us whole, the ingredients that go into pot that make us who we are.   It’s not all sugar, we know there’s a little bitterness in there too, we have to uncover it all to understand.

My story is long, there are many episodes, it cannot be played out in one session.  I might start at any part, it does not have to run in sequence, just as long as I learn from it when I’ve played it through.  I want to be able to understand my own story because that is what makes me who I am, what is the point in our lives if we don’t gain something from them.  Some of my issues, for want of a better word, have changed as I’ve been able to see events for what they actually were and therefore change my response.  I’ve always been the abandoned child, from looking back over my life I can now see why I went onto marry a man just like my father, that he also abandoned me isn’t any great surprise and when I look at it now, the kindest thing he could have done for me.  Some things I have have come to  realise have been false memories, a lot in fact as when we can’t make sense of something we create it, going back over these memories I have been able to watch from a different perspective.

Have you ever read something you just have to keep on reading again, a poem or the chapter in a book, well I think in a way, that’s what our life should be like, we need to be able to go back and ensure we have fully understood the manuscript, make sure we got the right message.  Do we really understand our own life stories as well as we understand our favourite piece of literature or film, it’s a shame but most of us don’t because other  peoples stories are sometimes easier than our own to digest.

I like to find a space, when I say space I mean somewhere safe and quiet and sit with my memories, meditate maybe and walk through the story.  Sometimes I imagine myself as an actor, studying a scene, I might give myself marks out of ten.  I come back with a better understanding of myself now, I think it’s good to review our own behaviour, how else will we change if it is necessary.

What if I told you it was possible to go forward too, watch your future self, see your best possible self, learn from them and bring ideas back to this moment.  Would you give it a go?



It Takes Daring…


It takes some daring, to look at yourself,

clearly, no holds barred.

See the picture others see,

the brightness and the scars.

Inspect ourselves with a critical eye,

not missing anything out.

Stopping where we need to stop,

in attempt to work it out.

It takes some daring, to stand naked,

unprotected from all eyes.

Without the shrouds that cover us,

mistakes and all the lies.

To look beyond the physical self,

look deep into the soul.

See that we’ve not always been,

as focused on the goal.

It takes some daring, to really listen,

to hear what others hear.

Not muffled by our egos,

but hearing loud and clear. 

To listen to our mistakes,

to hear what we got wrong.

It’s so much easier to think about,

the future paths we’re on.