Wilma on If only the WomenLikeMe way was this easy.

On the road to an unknown future.

This Monday’s post; ‘We are looking for our new home the WomenLikeMe way’ was a little different from usual. I took the opportunity to report on how John and I are getting on with living our daily life differently.

It seems like a straight forward exercise, reporting; I’ve written lots of reports on people’s lives in my former work as a Careers Consultant.
But I notice that it is not easy at all to report what is going on for me behind the scenes, about the bumps and hurdles I experience along the way, especially as I have not yet safely reached the harbor yet and I have certainly not reached all the wisdom of hindsight yet either. I am still in the middle of the storm so to speak, oscillating between feeling confident and being totally freaked out. I did notice while writing the post that fortunately my confidence is becoming stronger by the day.
However it is still so delightful to have your comments support me in this as you too are honestly addressing your ‘behind the scene’ dilemmas and hurdles.

Joy opened up the inquiry with;

My question of the day to God/the Universe is: where is the love?…

Wilma on Love-in-Action

Here is the Alpaca jersey /jumper /sweater /pullover

I appreciated all your lovely support from the comments to this week’s post; Love is the real Father Christmas.

The big realization for me was that I find it easy to be love-in-action when I’m not attached to the outcome, when it is something  like working with natural fibers which I innocently love and delight in.
I agree with Megan and Nadia:

We can manifest more easily when we are coming from love and being relaxed.

However have you too noticed you stop being love-in-action when you are not relaxed?
Have you noticed too that when you desperately want things to happen, when you deem it to be an important area of your life; for me they are areas such as money, relationships, and business, being relaxed and love go out of the window and so do the miracles?

The unknown got to me; what is next with our Garden of Eden?

. I am good most days, I really am. Most of the time I peacefully accept that there is an invisible bigger plan and that all I have to do is trust. It will all work out so long as I am doing my bit by being love in action. And then WHAMOO, out of the blue comes my mind, like a screaming banshee to shatter all this peace. Like it did this week.

Waiting for the next miracle.

For 2 whole days this screaming banshee of a mind would NOT shut up and its voice successfully jolted me out of my peaceful state.
What was the cause of this entire racket?
It suddenly realized that our time here in this glorious Garden of Eden might be coming to an end. The lease ends in September and we have no plans as to what to do next. Not yet anyway.
So all hell broke lose; my mind became totally consumed by the want to have a linear plan about what’s next.
It just wouldn’t stop.
It called me all sort of names; stupid, ignorant, a dreamer and it brought up every weak point that it could possibly find.
Most of all it completely went to town about miracles; it sure had a lot of negative things to say about that.

This tantrum took me completely by surprise, although I do know that the mind tends to do this when it feels insecure. All it seeks is reassurance that all is well and that I CAN perform miracles. Knowing this didn’t make it any less annoying though.
In the past this would have resulted in a number of weeks of upset, nagging John about what we were going to do. I now, thankfully have ammunition to overcome this mind attack on miracles and put it to bed, pronto!

How I dare to ignore the recession.

. I am sick of the world’s boom and bust way of operating and these stupid recessions. All this agony caused by selfish grabbing based only on ‘What’s in it for Me and forget about what happens to anybody else’. I am totally over accepting it as normal and over how it endangers my two daughters’ future.

Let's go for life and dare to live; like this sailing I did in the Southern Ocean on a replica of an ancient Pilot Cutter.

Just look at how this recession paralyzes everybody with fear and look at what it is also doing to us as a whole.
We have become fearful at work AND slaves to the money for goodness sake. Our personal greatness and indigenous power is constrained by our preoccupations with meager survival issues. Surely we can do better than that!

Marianne Williamson keeps stressing too, this is NOT us, this is not how we are meant to be living. We are powerful co-creators, capable of living magnificent lives; with a partner like God we don’t have to be restricted by fear or smallness, playing a game of just surviving.
With the mighty God in tow or with God leading the way, we should be in for the ride of our life and not on this piddly little path we are presently on.

Jesus would be proud of me, I can do miracles too.

. I often wonder if we are all children of God. If Jesus is one, then I am one too. Then . . . if he can do miracles I can too, right? Well let’s see if I have? I grew up in concrete-ville; no garden, only apartment buildings. And I hated it. I remember vividly that as a child I often drooled over gardens. I did that from a very young age and haven’t stopped since.

If eating flowers is not a miracle, what is?

When I was 9 years old my walk to school took me through a more affluent area where the houses had gardens. There was one particular garden that stood out from the rest so I always stopped by to take a good look at it. I had to stand on my tippy toes so I could peek over the hedge and when I had, there it was my beautiful garden!
It had a white house with a straw roof and a lawn sprawling all the way to the waters edge.
If I close my eyes now I can still see it. Surrounding the grass was this band of color, a whole border full of blazing flowers.
In those moments I entered a magical place; I just stood there dreaming until I snapped out of it and then I had to run to catch up with the others.

How am I going? Anywhere near my 10,000 hours yet?

. Blogging scared me and being in business frightened the heck out of me even more. And what about all these current new paradigms that are promising everything I absolutely love but which I find so hellishly hard to understand and practice. So you can imagine that reading about putting in 10,000 hours practice to master these difficult paradigms and these things that scare me, didn’t do my insecurities any good. Not one bit.

Women like me, whom I met on my way to my 10.000 hours

It left me with the question ‘Where am I at with my 10,000 hours in my quest for living life wholesomely different doing all these new things?
I’ve only just started, so how long will it be before I can see the results and more importantly how do I know I’m on the right track and doing the right thing for me?

I now love my life and the difference is . . .

. Not so long ago I was agitated, often feeling  overwhelmed, irritable and quarrelsome.  Things that happened around me could very easily do my head in and I often was all over the place with my thoughts, feelings and actions.  These days I feel quite different. I am a lot more at ease and I am so much happier.

Loving my life!

I certainly notice the difference when I look at the people around me and recognize my old self in them. 
I don’t see many of them oozing calm and happiness.   

Even in these days with all the bad news stories that are doing the rounds I feel wonderful, calm and happy. 
I keep on going adoring the place where we live and I absolutely love my life. It’s uncanny how I can hold these lovely feelings in the face of all this current recession talk for example. 
In the past that would have definitely got me going too, but not now.

Lisa … now there’s a woman who knows how to choose!

. In this post I am going to tell you a story about my friend Lisa. You can see her in the photo showing off her most remarkable veggie garden. I kid you not, this garden is made up of over 50 recycling bins! For me this veggie garden is indeed remarkable because it represents Lisa; a woman who defied all odds and in the end got everything she desired.

My friend Lisa and her amazing city veggie garden.

How?
Well she knew exactly what it meant to choose, to really choose.  

I chose and it worked!

. I simply have to share with you how choosing delivered me a freezer.  It all started with this wonderful ABUNDANCE. We have apples coming out of our ears! I am not complaining but from the photo you can see I have an issue here.

Abundance, abundance, choosing what to do with all this.

We distributed as much as we could amongst our friends and relatives, but I knew that we had saturated that market when people started to hide when they saw us coming laden down with bags and bags of apples :)
So there I was, left to deal with the rest of the hoard.
Which I did, however . . .

Choosing. The missing link and cause of misery.

. Ever wondered why you feel happy and why you feel miserable? I have, often. And you know what? Feeling miserable can be caused by a missing link in our decision making process; the missing link being the ability to choose. If you leave out choosing, you are in BIG trouble. What? Yes, and you know why?

I love but no longer choose Holland.

Because . . . ‘Deciding’ and ‘choosing’ are NOT the same and to be happy you need to do both.

The truth or not the truth.

. Not all of us buy into this truth about temporary that “nothing is worth doing; everything is wasteful because it’s only for a year” as you can see by the results in this photo. Just imagine what I would have missed out on if both John and I had a *little voice* that said “Temporary means stop. Don’t do anything.” When we arrived at this wonderful Garden of Eden, there were fruit trees but there was no vegetable garden to speak of; only paddocks and a small raised garden just big enough for herbs.

Look at this beautiful

When John suggested that we create a veggie garden the size of half the top paddock my *little voice* had a lot to say; “Are you nuts, it’s a waste of time this is only a temporary arrangement, remember we’re only renting!”
And from then on this was the mantra or truth for the *little voice* all the time.

Holding on to this truth that “nothing is worth doing; everything is wasteful because it’s only for a year” could have stopped a lot of things; most of all eating wonderful homegrown vegetables. 

And your worst enemy is . . .

. I have realized how dangerously dominating my *little voice* can be. What *little voice* I hear you ask. You know it; it’s that voice that chatters away in your head. It’s doing it right now. Pause for a moment and listen to it. Well that *little voice*, that never has a pleasant thing to say and has tried its hardest to stop me in my tracks so many times.

What will my *little voice* say about this photo, my hair and my hat?

What is the aim of the little voice’s running commentary on my life?
Is it protecting me, is it doing it for my own good?