~ Reflections ~ 23rd June 2011

~ Reflections ~ 22nd June 2011

Song of the Day

~ Reflections ~ 21st June 2011

Song of the Day

~ Reflections ~ 20th June 2011

Song of the Day

~ Reflections ~ 19th June 2011

A father carries pictures where his money used to be - Author Unknown

A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again - Enid Bagnold

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection. - Sigmund Freud

Any man can be a Father but it takes someone special to be a dad. -Anne Geddes

Song of the Day - My Little Girl - Tim McGraw

~ Reflections ~ 18th June 2011

Song of the Day

~ Reflections ~ 17th June 2011

Song of the Day

~ Reflections ~ 16th June 2011

Song of the Day

~ Reflections ~ 15th June 2011

Song of the Day

~ Reflections ~ 14th June 2011

Hidden Pain

I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
I'm sorry for what I've done
Yes I admit it was my fault
and yes I found it fun.
I'm sorry for the hurt your felt
I'm sorry I made you cry
I understand totally
If you want me to say goodbye.
I don't know if it means much
But I want to tell a tale
About a girl who's short life
Was destined just to fail
She was happy til the age of six
She was emotionally killed
All the hopes and dreams she had
Just faded unfulfilled.
Although no one knew
and no one understood
She continued with her struggle
Trying to pretend that life was good.
She was led to believe
That what he did was right
So she went back for more
Let it happen without a fight.
She would just lay there
Do everything he said
He controlled her body
and he controlled her head.
He raped her mind and body
Stole all the strength she knew
I hope you're still listening
Does she sound familiar to you?
You probably do not know her
Cause no one ever did
Cause behind this happy girl
Was a lonely one that hid.
And the lonely girl was never seen
She only came out at night
When everyone was in their bed
Tucked up sleeping tight
It was then this lonely girl would emerge
to a room so still and dark
the happy girl with wet red eyes
was the lonely girls only mark.
The only way she did emerge
Was through the happy ones tears
Although they shared the same sad heart
Same shattered dreams and fears.
And then when morning came,
No loneliness was found
But deep inside this little girl
Her heart was in the ground.
She'd be up and smile all day
Pretending life was great
While breeding deep inside her
was anger, pain and hate.
For several years this was her life
the only thing she knew
that pain and hate and anger
continuously grew.
At last it reached a certain point
there was no more that she could take
inside her mind exploded
outside she had to break.
so she told them of her story
she told people of her pain
she couldn't tell her perfect family
she couldn't hurt them again.
so she told a complete stranger
but this hurt her family more
December 10th 1996
The first day of the war.
A war that she is destined to lose
she doesn't have a hope
they all have each other
but alone she has to cope.
but still she battles on
even though her fate is clear
she will live a life of pain
resentment, hurt and fear.
It's been almost four years
since the beginning of the war
i don't know how she does it
but the happy one still stands tall
the lonely one still lvies on
te happy side is growing pale
she tries to declare peace
although to no avail.
So now you know the story
would you push this girl away?
Would you leave her unfulfilled?
Leave her to die each day?
If you want to leave her,
I will understand
If you want to help her,
please just take my hand.
If you want to turn your back
I understand that too
But tell me honestly what you'd want
if that lonely girl was you.
- Kirsten.

Song of the Day - Take You Away - Angus and Julia Stone

~ Reflections ~ 13th June 2011

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this.
I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn

Song of the Day - Sweet Streams - Kirtana

~ Reflections ~ 12th June 2011

Child-Play

Father Mother God,
every now and then you call me
to drop my burdens at the side of the road
and play games with you.
I respond sluggishly.
Carrying burdens can make me feel important
and sometimes I'm afraid to drop them
in case I suddenly become invisible.
But when I do let go for a while,
how simple life seems -
and how beautiful!

God of play and playfulness,
thank you for castles in the sand,
for swings and slides and soap bubbles,
kaleidoscopes, rainbows,
and wind to fly kites.
Thank you for child-vision
of flowers and stones and water drops,
for child-listening to the universe
humming inside a seashell.
Thank you for showing me once again,
a creation filled with laughter
and the enjoyment of your presence.
And thank you, thank you,
dear Mother Father God,
for the knowledge
and your enjoyment of me.

- Joy Cowley - Aotearoa Psalms.

Song of the Day -There Is A Place - Beth and Cinde

~ Reflections ~ 11th June 2011

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly but not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born". - Anais Nin

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival."
- C.S. Lewis

"The best mirror is an old friend."
- George Herbert

Song of the Day - Feel Good - Madasun

~ Reflections ~ 10th June 2011

Up Where We Belong

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world, few hearts survive
All I know, is the way I feel
When it's real, I keep my pray alive

The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb steps every day

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow

Some hang on to "used-to-be"
Live their lives locking behind
All we have is here and now
All our lives, out there to find

The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb steps every day

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow

Time goes by
No time to cry
Life's you and I, alive, baby

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow

Song of the Day - Up Where We Belong - Joe Cocker

~ Reflections ~ 9th June 2011

Happiness Sought

Be alert
Be vigilant
Be thankful
And be wise
Happiness is there
Before your eyes

'Tis

The daintiest dance
The merest glimmer
A chink of light
A lustrous shimmer
A soulful note
The faintest cry
A song of love
A sweet reply
A tug on heartstrings
The utmost longing
A sigh of relief
A sense of belonging
The tiniest moment
The sweetest thought
A smile in your heart
Tis happiness caught!

Pauline Oliver

Song of the Day - Heaven - Bryan Adams

~ Reflections ~ 8th June 2011

You broke my heart.
Tore me apart.
Crushed my soul.
Left me unwhole.
Left me bruised.
Mind so confused.
Torn in two.
Thighs black and blue.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
No one will believe your lie.
Silent by choice.
He stole my voice.
Don't shed a tear.
Don't show your fear.
You deserve this pain.
Tie up and restrain.
Humiliate.
Breeding hate.
No self esteem.
No hope or dream.
Product of abuse.
No other use.
No room to heal.
Too scared to reveal.
Hidden shame.
Taking the blame.
It was your fault.
Lock up the vault.
Don't share the truth.
You have no proof.
Do not dare speak.
You are too weak.
You'll never be strong.
You'll always be wrong.
Messages of hate.
Feel their weight.
No support, all alone.
Pain is only mine to own.
Hurt and abused.
Scared and confused.
Little girl inside.
Just wants to hide.
Begging for a mother.
Hiding from a brother.
No safe place to go.
But no one can know.
Endless games to play.
Little girl can't stay.
Big brother shows hate.
Each day she will wait.
- Kirsten.

Song of the Day - Mad World - Gary Jules

~ Reflections ~ 7th June 2011

Newborn child.
Meek and mild.
Learn to walk.
Do not talk.
Was barely two.
I hate you.
Was only three.
Don't touch me.
Just turned four.
Please no more.
Five and at school.
You were so cruel.
Six years old.
Do as your told.
Seven years.
Cry no tears.
Was only eight.
Nothing but rape.
Nine years.
Hide your fears.
Tied up at ten.
No hope left then.
Eleven and afraid.
The future made.
Twelve was pain.
Cannot explain.
Thirteen I tried.
You said I lied.
Fourteen years old.
Do as I'm told.
Fifteen and silent.
Again he was violent.
Raped each day.
Still have to pay.
Sixteen with fury.
Judge and jury.
Tell the police.
He is released.
Granted bail.
Avoids jail.
Retract the truth.
He killed the proof.
Seventeen.
What could have been.
Wishing to die.
To scared to cry.
Keep on the light.
Don't sleep at night.
Two metres away.
Like lion's prey.
Turn my back.
And he'll attack.
One step wrong.
and I'll be gone.


Song of the Day - Letter To John - Ani De Franco

~ Reflections ~ 6th June 2011

Conversations.
Hesitations.
Invitations.
Neglectful of needs.
her heart bleeds.
A time and place.
Suffocating in space.
Growing up small.
Shrinking down tall.
Repetition.
Ammunition.
Holding onto death.
But clinging to breath.
Decisions.
Revisions.
Choices.
Voices.
Fall from grace.
leave no trace.
Mothered.
Smothered.
Freeze frame.
Stop the game.
Sentimental.
Temperamental.
Enveloped by black.
Won't take me back.
Silent screams.
Violent dreams.
Obsessive compulsive.
Destructive, repulsive.
Red rover.
Cross over.
Lullabies.
Goodbyes.
- Kirsten.


Song of the Day - China - Sparkadia

~ Reflections ~ 5th June 2011

Interfering.
Disappearing.
Commandeering.
Within seconds I'm back
Hands tied.
You lied.
Childlike naivety. Adult world.
Adult maneuvers. Child's Body.
Splitting pain.
Hear the rain.
Expressionless.
Nothingness.
Feel the pressure.
Hear him measure.
Searing pain.
Wax and wane.
Teatowels tied.
Wish I died.
See him smile.
Run a mile.
Humiliation.
Retaliation.
Concentration.
Close your eyes.
Hear no cries.
Feel nothing.
Say nothing.
Do nothing.
- Kirsten.

Song of the Day - Silent All These Years - Tori Amos

~ Reflections ~ 4th June 2011

God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference.

Song of the Day - Anyway - Martina McBride

~ Reflections ~ 3rd June 2011

Serenity

As I look
Beyond the ripples of my reflections
To examine my inner self;
The ripples begin to fade . . .
As the reflection lays beside me
Grasping my hand,
The inner warmth shields me
And the vision of my reflection appears
I see you. My Friend.

- Dena Martin

Song of the Day - You've Got A Friend - James Taylor and Carole King

~ Reflections ~ 2nd June 2011

No words.

Song of the Day - I Will Remember You - Sarah McLachlan

~ Reflections ~ 1st June 2011

Your Beauty

I see the beauty you can't see

You're unaware of what it does for me

It's the light shining in your eyes

Lifting me up to brighter skies

Still you walk around

And you hang your head

Sometimes wishing

You were dead

But if you could see

What I see in you

There'd be nothing, love

That you could not do.

By Marj McCabe (2005)

Song of the Day - Beautiful - Bethany Dillon

~ Reflections ~ 31st May 2011

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep,
pretty baby,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.

Cares you know not,
Therefore sleep,
While over you a watch I'll keep.
Sleep,
pretty darling,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.

Song of the Day - Godspeed (Sweet Dreams) - Dixie Chicks

~ Reflections ~ 30th May 2011

No words today.



Song of the Day - Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

~ Reflections ~ 29th May 2011

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but do not quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Song of the Day - Hope for the Hopeless - A Fine Frenzy

~ Reflections ~ 28th May 2011

I'm sorry I didn't protect you like a mother should. I'm sorry I didn't want you. I'm sorry I rejected you. I didn't know what else to do. I was so scared. I didn't want to lose you, but I was so scared of having you. If you were here, I would have shown you so much love, nothing and no one would hurt you. I'd do anything in my power to keep you safe. I'd let you make mistakes, I'd let you learn from them. I'd hug you every day, just so you would know I loved you and that I am there for you, no matter what. I'd discipline you gently and let you learn. I'd let you push the boundaries. I'd let you be independent when you were ready - but you would always know I'd be there. I would listen to you and believe you. I'd believe in you. I'd tell you every day how special and beautiful and clever and amazing you are. You would never ever doubt how much I love you and how worthy you are. You would believe that you deserved happiness and love because I would tell you that and show you that. My actions would speak louder than words. I would show you off and be the proudest mother in the world for whatever achievements you made, whatever you wanted them to be. I'd support your decisions and guide you with them, letting you learn along the way. I'd let you laugh out so loud til your belly hurt and I'd let you get messy and leave your toys out. I'd let you be sad and cry when you wanted to. I'd let you slam your door and get angry and say how you felt. I'd respect you. I'd let you choose your own path. I would keep you safe. I would pack your lunch for school and I'd drop you off on time and pick you you up from the school gate every day. I'd teach you values and honesty and integrity. I'd teat you with dignity. I'd sit on the ground and play games with you. I'd teach you to read and read you a story every night. If you felt scared, I'd cuddle you and help to take away your fears. I would accept you, whoever you decide to be. I'd walk beside you and show you how much I love you - you would never have to doubt my love for you. I would keep you safe at home and keep those who might hurt you away. I'd let you have friends over and for you to go to your friends houses. I would let you know that I am okay and that you don't need to worry about me - you're a beautiful little girl who can go and explore and be spontaneous! I'd let you pick your first love and pick your friends. You could run off with the kids after lunch and play, you wouldn't be stuck cleaning with the adults. You would know that you are so loved. You are a beautiful, precious little girl, and you deserve to shine like all the stars in the Universe.

Song of the Day - Always There - Kate Alexa

~ Reflections ~ 27th May 2011

I feel these four walls closing in
My face up against the glass
I'm looking out... hmm
Is this my life I'm wondering
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make
Its greener pastures I'm thinking about hmm
Wide open spaces far away

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but, not feel scared

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing to
Run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!
Oh yeah yea

I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bare back, care free along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping head first headlong without a thought
To act and damn the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but, not feel scared

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing to
I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!
Oh yeah yea

I wanna run too.
Recklessly abandoning my self before you
I wanna open up my heart tell him how I feel

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing to
I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!
I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!
I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!
Yeah

I wanna run with the wild horses

Song of the Day - Wild Horses - Natasha Bedingfield

~ Reflections ~ 26th May 2011

In the infinity of life where I am, all is perfect whole and complete. I now choose calmly and objectively to see my old patterns, and I am willing to make changes. I am teachable. I can learn. I am willing to change. I choose to have fun doing this. I choose to react as though I have found a treasure when I discover something else to release. I see and feel myself changing moment by moment. Thoughts no longer have any power over me. I am the power in the world. I choose to be free. All is well in my world. - Louise L. Hay.

Song of the Day - Shine - Vanessa Amorosi

~ Reflections ~ 25th May 2011

In the infinity of life where I am, all is perfect, whole and complete. The past has no power over me because I am willing to learn and to change. I see the past as necessary to bring me to where I am today. I am willing to begin where I am right now to clean the rooms of my mental house. I know it does not matter where I start, so I now begin with the smallest and the easiest rooms, and in that way I will see results quickly. I am thrilled to be in the middle of this adventure, for I know I will never go through this particular experience again. I am willing to set myself free. All is well in my world. - Louise L. Hay.

Song of the Day - She's A Butterfly - Martina McBride

~ Reflections ~ 24th May 2011

You are meant to be a wonderful, loving expression of life. Life is waiting for you to open up to it - to feel worthy of the good it holds for you. The wisdom and intelligence of the Universe is yours to use. Life is here to support you. Trust the power within you to be there for you.

If you get scared, it is helpful to become aware of your breath as it flows in and out of your body. Your breath, the most precious substance of your life, is freely given to you. You have enough to last for as long as you life. You accept this precious substance without even thinking, and yet you doubt that life can supply you with the other necessities. Now is the time for you to learn about your own power and what you are capable of doing. Go within and find out who you are. - Louise L. Hay. The Power Is Within You.

Song of the Day - Breathe In, Breathe Out - Mat Kearney

~ Reflections ~ 23rd May 2011

It is safe for me to grow up. We are all beloved children of the Universe, and yet there are dreadful things happening to us, such as child abuse. It is said that 30 percent of our population has experienced child abuse. This is not something new. We are at a point right now where we are beginning to allow ourselves to be aware of things that we used to conceal behind walls of silence. These walls are starting to come down so that we can make changes. For those of us who had really difficult childhoods, our walls and armours are very thick and strong. Still, behind the walls, the little child in each one of us just wants to be noticed and loved and accepted exactly as is; not changed or made different. I love you, little one. I can teach but I cannot force. - Louise L. Hay

Song of the Day - Greatest Love Of All - Whitney Houston

~ Reflections ~ 22nd May 2011

The High Cost of Separation - from 'Necessary Losses' by Judith Viorst.

"Then there is the matter of my mother's abandonment of me. Again, this is the common experience. They walk ahead of us, and walk too fast, and forget us, they are so lost in thoughts of their own, and sooner or later they disappear. The only mystery is that we expect it to be otherwise" - Marilynne Robinson.

We begin life with loss. We are cast from the womb without an apartment, a charge plate, a job or a car. We are sucking, sobbing, clinging, helpless babies. Our mother interposes herself between us and the world, protecting us from the overwhelming anxiety. We shall have no greater need than this need for our mother.

Babies need mothers. Sometimes lawyers, housewives, pilots, writers and electricians also need mothers. In the early years of life we embark on the process of giving up what we have to give up to be separate human beings. But until we can learn to tolerate our physical and psychological separateness, our need for our mother's presence - our mother's literal, actual presence - is absolute.

For it's hard to become a separate self, to separate both literally and emotionally, to be able to outwardly stand alone and to inwardly feel ourselves to be distinct. There are losses we'll have to sustain, though they may be balanced by our gains, as we move away from the body and being of our mother. But if our mother leaves us - when we are too young, too unprepared, too scared, too helpless - the cost of this leaving, the cost of this loss, the cost of this separation may be too high.

There is a time to separate from our mother.

But unless we are ready to separate - unless we are ready to leave her and be left - anything is better than separation.

A young boy lies in a hospital bed. He is frightened and in pain. Burns cover 40 percent of his small body. Someone has doused him with alcohol and then, unimaginably, has set him on fire. He cries for his mother. His mother has set him on fire.

It does seem to matter what kind of mother a child has lost, or how perilous it may be to dwell in her presence. It doesn't matter whether she hurts or hugs. Separation from mother is worse than being in her arms when the bombs are exploding. Separation from mother is sometimes worse than being with her when she is the bomb.

For the presence of mother - our mother - stands for safety. Fear of her loss is the earliest terror we know. "There is no such thing as a baby," writes psychoanalyst-paediatrician D. W. Winnicott, observing that babies in fact can't exist without mothers. Separation anxiety dervices from the literal truth that without a caretaking presence we would die.

Yet all of us are abandoned by our mother. She leaves us before we can know that she will return. She abandons us to work, to market, to go on vacation, to have another baby - or simply by not being there when we have need of her. She abandons us by having a separate life, a life of her own - and we will have to learn to have one too. But meanwhile, what do we do when we need our mother - we need our mother! - and she is not there.

What we doubtless do is survive. We surely survive the brief and temporary absences. But they teach us a fear that may set its mark on our life. And if, in early childhood, most especially within the first six years, we are too deprived of the mother we need and long for, we may sustain an injury emotionally equivalent to being doused with oil and set on fire. Indeed, such deprivation in the first few years of life has been compared to a massive burn or wound. The pain is unimaginable. The healing is hard and slow. The damage, although not fatal, may be permanent.

Song of the Day - Bachelor Girl - Buses and Trains

~ Reflections ~ 21st May 2011

In the infinity of life where I am, all is perfect, whole, and complete. Change is the natural law of my life. I welcome change. I am willing to change. I choose to change my thinking. I choose to change the words I use. I move from the old to the new with ease and with joy. It is with joy that I learn to love myself more and more. The more resentment I release, the more love I have to express. Changing me thoughts makes me feel good. I am learning to choose to make today a pleasure to experience. All is well in my world. - Louise L. Hay.



Song of the Day - Change - Taylor Swift

~ Reflections ~ 20th May 2011

Personal Bill Of Rights - from the book 'Boundaries and Relationships' by Charles Whitfield.

1. I have numerous choices in my life beyond mere survival.

2. I have a right to discover and know my Child Within.

3. I have a right to grieve over what I didn't get that I needed or what I got that I didn't need or want.

4. I have a right to follow my own values and standards.

5. I have a right to say no to anything when I feel I am not ready, it is unsafe, or violates my values.

6. I have a right to dignity and respect.

7. I have a right to make decisions.

8. I have a right to determine and honour my own priorities.

9. I have the right to have my needs and wants respected by others.

10. I have the right to terminate conversations with people who make me feel put down and humiliated.

11. I have the right not to be responsible for others' behaviours, feelings or problems.

12. I have a right to make mistakes and not have to be perfect.

13. I have a right to all of my feelings.

14. I have a right to be angry at someone I love.

15. I have a right to be uniquely me, without feeling I'm not good enough.

16. I have a right to feel scared and to say 'I'm afraid'.

17. I have the right to experience and then let go of fear, guilt and shame.

18. I have a right to make decisions based on my feelings, my judgement or any reason that I choose.

19. I have a right to change my mind at any time.

20. I have the right to be happy.

21. I have the right to my own personal space and time needs.

22. It is okay to be relaxed, playful and frivolous.

23. I have the right to change and grow.

24. I have the right to be open to improve communication skills so that I may be understood.

25. I have a right to make friends and be comfortable around people.

26. I have a right to be in a non-abusive environment.

27. I can be healthier than those around me.

28. I can take care of myself, no matter what.

29. I have the right to grieve over actual or threatened losses.

30. I have the right to trust others who earn my trust.

31. I have the right to forgive others and to forgive myself.

32. I have the right to give and to receive unconditional love.


Proud - Heather Nova

~ Reflections ~ 19th May 2011

I'm okay. In the entire world, there's nobody like me. Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. Nobody has my smile. Nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice. I'm okay.

No one can be found who has my handwriting.

Nobody anywhere has my tastes, for food or music or art. No one sees things just as I do.

In all of time there has been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.

No one reacts to any situation just as I would react. I'm okay.

I'm the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I am good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings. Like a roomful of music instruments, some may excel alone, but no one can match the symphony sound when all are played together. I'm a symphony.

Throughout all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, think or do like me.

I'm okay. I'm unique.

And, in all uniqueness, I need not attempt to imitate others. I will accept - yes celebrate - our differences.

I'm okay. And I'm beginning to realise it's no accident that I'm okay. I'm beginning to see that God made me okay for a very special purpose. God must have a life for me that no one else can live.

Out of all the billions of applicants, only one has the right combination of what it takes to live this particular life.

That one is me. Because I'm okay.

Thanks to Anne from HFL for sharing this with me. :)

I'm Okay - Christina Aguilera

~ Reflections ~ 18th May 2011

I am the author of my life. No person, place, or thing has any power over me, for I am the only thinker in my mind. As a child, I accepted authority figures as gods. Now I am learning to take back my power and become my own authority figure. I accept myself as a powerful, responsible being. As I meditate every moring, I get in touch with my own inner wisdom. The school of life is deeply fulfilling as I come to know that we are all students and all teachers. We each have come to learn something and to teach something. As I listen to my thoughts, I gently guide my mind toward trusting my own Inner Wisdom. I grow and blossom and entrust all my affairs on Earth to the Divine Source. All is well. I go beyond barriers to possibilities. - Louise L. Hay.

How Could Anyone Ever Tell You? - Shania Noll

~ Reflections ~ 17th May 2011

"There is an innocence within me that already knows how to trust my Higher Power, to cherish life while holding it lightly, to live fully and simply in the present moment. I will allow that part of myself to come forward and nourish me as I continue on this journey."

Song For the Inner Child - Shania Noll