Gagging the Nagging.

Posted on June 24th, 2008 by Wilma  (6 Comments)

What is happening with our Garden of Eden and how am I doing?
I’ll tell you it is still quite an adventure.
Doing exciting projects like this definitely relies on our relationship working and I so clearly see how gagging the nagging works.

So where are we at?
I loved Waipu and the properties we have seen up North, but as none were available to us we are moving on.
“What to do next”, “where to” and “was the whole Northland expedition a waste of our time” were the questions I was left with.

Doomed, security meltdowns.

Posted on June 17th, 2008 by Wilma  (10 Comments)

After my insights about possibilities, the next thing for me to learn is to rely on the mighty helper God, Universe, Creator Of All That Is or whatever name you want to give the ‘invisible luck’ factor in life.

I realize I lack complete faith and trust.
I do trust a little, but I think there is a call for more surrendering to be going on. It is a bit like you cannot be half pregnant.
Thinking about it all, I have a theory about my reluctance to surrender and lets see if this theory rings a bell with you too.

Impossibility versus Possibility. Go for the good one!

Posted on June 10th, 2008 by Wilma  (20 Comments)

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Imagine this; a wicked witch named ‘Impossible‘ casts a spell and watches with glee this unfolding scenario:

Although it is winter the weather looks promising.
Man gets kind of inspired and says; “Hey Woman, shall we pack the van for a long weekend and have some time out.”

Killer nasties, overwhelm and relationships.

Posted on June 3rd, 2008 by Wilma  (16 Comments)

Imagine this scene.
One winter afternoon John lights a fire so I am snug and warm.
I have done the washing, the shopping and loving my life full of all the exciting things we are doing.
I return to the computer in front of the fire and John comes in.

“Wilma, can we talk about tonight’s marketing meeting?”

At the word ‘marketing’ my coziness drops a few degrees, I hate that word.
But being a good work mate I say: “Sure” and think: “Aaarghh, I hate marketing, I hate selling”.