Well I did it. We went on holidays and spent time with my Dad and his wife, and we all bonded and got to know each other. My children were smitten with their gran and pop and some beautiful memories were made and will continue to be made – and I’ve given p my horrid step-daughter ways.

What have you gotten raw and real with recently.

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Have you ever felt like telling an aha moment to jump off a cliff or stick it? I have, and well I’m a bit cranky with said aha moment for being such a pain in the butt. I think I have had enough aha moments to fill a lifetime and frankly I’m over it! Yep I’m having a dummy spit because this whole self awareness gig just sucks lemons.

I’ve been struggling with an issue for a while now with no clue as to what brought it on. I was nice. I was fair. I really wanted our unit to really work. I gave chances. I’ve even forgiven. However it appears that the issue did not lie with this situation but simply the reverse…I was a wicked step daughter!!! Noooo waaayyy! It was in front of my face the whole time.

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Their hearts scream for mercy as it gets torn and ripped, from the tough decisions they have had to make as parents. They never understood why life’s intricacies were created to be beautiful at one point and cruel at another. It was as if at this crossroad, the decision they made was going to be the catalyst for everything that would follow. The decision had to be made though. If it was left, there would always be questions, a false hope for something that in 10 years had never come to pass and was likely not to ever come to pass. If they decided for it, there would be endless moments filled with pain, unacceptance, and degradation of others worth, not to mention the gradual dessimation of the life they were happy in. So the only decision that fit was one that he alone had to make, she couldn’t be within this part of his journey, only able to sit with him in those difficult moments.

Now that the decision had been made, they had to move forward without those few missing pieces they were likely never to recover. The last few years had aged them, carving lines in their faces that held the sorrows and the pain, but also the tremendous growth they had experienced during those countless tears. These years had brought them to the brink of goodbye only to hold them at that snapping point long enough to allow them to snap back together. This last time however had actually pulled to hard and the forces that held them together had worn through, leaving only a few bare threads that kept them connected. Those threads would be enough for now, but it was necessary to begin weaving something stronger for the future that would be unwavered by external forces.

They had always been happy, always been the family that people looked at and thought was unbreakable. But no one gave thought to the ties from within that might seek to sever their joy. Not everyone will see the necessity for this decision he had made, but that was unimportant because he too was deserving of happiness and joy in his life. Sometimes you have to stand up and claim what’s yours because life isn’t a dress rehearsal.

Little did they know how important it was to protect their little unit and the love that was in it. Little did they know that they would need to draw on each others strengths in the face of mortality. The years of silence and trying to never rock the boat had taken its toll on his wellbeing. A life time of feeling like he wasn’t enough had now decimated the very thing that was central to life in his core. It was now that they needed to focus on their inner circle. It was now that she would need to take up the matriarchal role that will surround and encompass him in love, security and surety that he wouldn’t be alone no matter what the final outcome would be. They cross fingers, pray, and meditate for an outcome that will see them grow old together like they had promised each other. All she knew is that she wasn’t ready to be without him, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye, and they wouldn’t without a fight.




I had an extraordinary dream a little while ago, where people are just waking up. Waking from vegetative states, waking up from unawareness, waking up from disability. They have full bodily function and movement, a new peace expression in their faces. The feeling of excitement, wonder, and awe was overwhelming – even when I physically woke up and sat thinking about this dream I had just experienced. It was profound.

I believe that in life there are seasons and in that I believe that the season of knowing is perfectly timed, after all you don’t know what you don’t know until you know….you know? I do also believe that at this time in the world there is a universal shift in individuals awareness and consciousness on a very deep level.


I look back at the last five years and it blows me away how far I have come within myself, and I feel that I have grown emotionally at a rate that could give you whiplash. Prior to this I was so stuck on being right all the time because I just could not grasp that there was no right or wrong, just different. It took a long time to understand that there are many different realities for each person and they should be respected not ripped apart because they aren’t what we perceive as our truth. I think this is a difficult concept for many people to grasp because we have lived for so long in a society who thrives on making one side right and one side wrong. Our worthiness for sometime has been linked by marketing and old thought patterns to how we look, what we wear, who we are friends with, who we are married to, how old we are, what job we have, where we live, what we believe, BLAH BLAH BLAH…………. It’s as if we have continued to give away our power like a mandatory tax.

I don’t think that way any more. There is a quote that now resonates with me deeply and I’m not sure who said it originally but it’s epic.


We are constantly evolving beings that are meant to change and grow. For me, being surrounded by people and influences that are aligned with that has really helped me with moving forward in life, and although it can get a bit hairy scary at times, it excites me to see what life holds ahead.


What are your growth influencers? Is it a person, book, ???

Everybody Be AWESOME!

What’s your writing routine?


Do you have a writing style or routine – or like me do you just wing it?

Originally posted on songoftheseagod:

Do you have a routine for writing? A way of doing it which has become habit and which you know will get the best out of you? I was thinking about this having read a recent article on the subject.

Many famous writers seem to have these habits. I think the reason is that, to write a novel you need to get your backside on the chair and your fingers on the keyboard – regularly and for long periods of time, just to get the work done. I know only too well that novels don’t write themselves.

Murakami_Haruki_(2009)Here’s what the brilliant Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami had to say on the subject in an interview:

“When I’m in writing mode for a novel, I get up at four a.m. and work for five to six hours. In the afternoon, I run for ten kilometers or swim for fifteen hundred meters (or do…

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“It’s too expensive to eat healthy”

This is something I hear people say all the time, but is it true? I guess it depends on what your idea of healthy is. What are your thoughts on this statement and why?

Here are five tips to improve your eating habits on a budget

1. Know your “clean 15, dirty dozen”
If you know what they are you can shop organic on a budget. Buy your clean 15 from your local fruit and veg market, they might surprise you with some of your dirty dozen organic options too. They are generally cheaper and have awesome specials on too.

You can google these and save an image of it on your phone ready for your next shopping trip. Mrs Flannerys is a great option for those dirty dozens you will want organic. I also shop at Nude Food Organics at Kawana too…so friendly and helpful!

2. Increase the vege portion on your plate and if your keen you could try raw recipes and reduce your electricity costs too. Meat is expensive and we tend to overeat it so reduce reduce reduce.


3. Learn to use spices and herbs and ditch the prepackaged meal makers. Flavour from original sources are far better than prepackaged stuff and contain none of the nasties either. Really if something has been processed to an inch of its life how nutritious can it be?


4. Prepare, prepare, prepare. Buy fresh produce that’s on special and create to your hearts content. Freeze for later meals and it saves you time later on, you can achieve this by cooking more and portioning out which also prevents you from overeating too.


5. Grow your own. There are so many options and solutions for browning your own produce now and many who do report greater satisfaction at eating healthy when its their own grown stuff. If you have children you are also showing them sustainable ways of living for the future too, and setting an example as a problem solver.




There is no question that our household is particularly in love with Ted, especially my teenager who fights her way through to catch a glimpse or hear those provoking words, and to be totally honest that name sends shivers up my spine. To the beautiful fellow mothers of daughters reading this cringing at the thought of a teenage girl and her 30-something mother swooning over a man called Ted – SHAME ON YOU – get your mind out of the gutter and focus! To those other beautiful souls who have caught on already – high five, you know you want to.

Okay so TED isn’t some hot surfer dude that whispers sweet nothings to an array of young ladies at the horror of husbands, big bothers, or fathers everywhere. However TED seems to have been evoking emotional, passionate and enlightened interactions throughout the entire globe for quite some time now. I love it and both of my children love it, although there was a brief period of time when my 7 year old decided that the familiar sound of drumming and water droplet was the obvious trigger for a Hollywood style sigh followed by “mums watching TED again”. Like water off a ducks back so to speak because firstly I think at least it wasn’t some crappy reality show or even worse a dreadful remake of Beverley Hills 90210, and secondly her sighing lasted a week before she started running to listen to and watch TED again like some little philosophical prodigy.

There have been some very memorable and multi-watch episodes/speeches of TED, generally the ones that are most uncomfortable, controversial, or shocking – because honestly if I wanted tulips and butterflies I would watch reruns of In The Night Garden. Here are some of my favourites (save or share this if you want to watch them later)





And then there is this. The hope for our future. The light of tomorrow. Unschooling. In the most radical of ways.


Whilst it would be awesome if you watch the TED talk by this amazing 13 year old I realise that time is of the essence and unfortunately the essence bottle runs low all to quickly, so I will give you a rundown…what would it look like if you could cut and paste the education experience to fit what you wanted instead of sucking in a breath whilst people who now nothing of you try to stuff you in a box that doesn’t fit? I know the usual huffs and grumps are that – it doesn’t work, they wouldn’t be prepared, never get into university, left without a REAL education. What if you looked at what was available in your area though and hacked that?

This is exactly what my daughter has done. CONVENTIONAL UNSCHOOLING.

Yes she still attends school like everyone else, yes she works her butt off like everyone else. But she actually LIKES what she is learning and has no lack of choice either. How? My daughter attends an IB school. This means if she participates (and works her butt off) she can attend any IB uni in the world and won’t need an OP. It means she will leave high school with a diploma. All the while doing the subjects she wants with the freedom to tailor it to her. This program is so good I think I want to do it!

So I went to a meeting this evening at the school and the kids doing this program are passionate, driven, and look to be real game changers. They have taken what is available and chased it. I guess the one word that might make one cringe is the word ‘thesis’ being thrown around like a bouncy ball in a park. Lauren has however picked it up and is running through the playground with it…she is squealing over the vast ideas of thesis topics she could do. So what does she want to do?

“Mum I want to study the brain, I want to be a neurologist. Mum I want to find out what turns good kids into offenders. I want to study how our brains are already wired to heal our body. I want to study how to switch on our creative part like they do when they do electrical therapy”

I’m a proud mother. I’m deeply humbled by the complexities of this beautiful girl that has been entrusted to my care. I know she is going to be a game changer in this world…..she already is.