© 2011 Lynsey

Coming home


Weekends are often about trying to cross a few chores off the list. Cram in a movie. Catch up with whanau. Cook. Clean. Fix. Make. Repair. Tidy. Dump. Do. You know the story – you go back to work on Monday to recover from the weekend. I ran out of steam on Sunday afternoon, quite suddenly. Fine one moment, power nap the next. Hey, I don’t care these days, it’s called ‘paying attention to your body’.

I dropped off to sleep and it was one of those wonderful free dives into the ocean – deep, dark, endless.

I woke some time later beyond refreshed. I could recall the edge of a dream – the feeling rather than any specifics. I felt terrific – the feeling was as though I’d been away for a very long time – a very extended journey, and now I was back. Back, and feeling great about having been there and back.

I wondered about this – for me it’s a time when the fragrance of change is in the air. Autumn. Seasons. Flavours. I’m ready to come back – ready for the changes that are shaping up. It feels good. Great.

I know a number of you are on the road or are on journeys or are out of sight of land. You know who you are. It’s ok. It’ll work out fine. Come home, come back when you’re ready. Don’t rush it, there’s no need. Trust yourself. We love you. Look for the signs. Find the wings. The road awaits. It’s within. Your heart. Your dream.

Manifesto
02. Every day is an opportunity for a new beginning.
19. Every day make time for yourself.
36. Every day be still. Connect to your inner being. Listen and be guided by it.

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