In Melbourne where I am most safe and feel most comfortable, it’s easy to be at peace.

Being at peace, accepting and non-judgemental is really difficult so now I need to learn to be in a state of surrender …. accepting untenable things as if I chose them and allowing all the negative emotions to dissipate. Thus enabling wisdom to prevail and to remind me the problem exists only in my mind,Continue reading “In Melbourne where I am most safe and feel most comfortable, it’s easy to be at peace.”

Wisdom comes in all shapes and sizes … yoda was a small entity so is Banjo!

Time to appreciate what we no longer have is what we want when people are gone, we’re away from home, an event is over or we’re facing our own mortality.

I used to waste a lot of time thinking about useless nonsense, feeling persecuted, resenting and loathing the very things I wish I could have back. Appreciate everything you do with love, even your mistakes and the mistakes of others, living each moment as if it’s your last because in time, it will be.

My capacity to visualise and focus on what I want, coupled with a willingness to work hard is how I’ve achieve everything I’ve ever done ….

Both good and bad! Recognising how I once allowed the bad to happen enables me to see the toxic mental constructs that caused my demise. It’s why I can see the insanity in what people do. On the flip side, I use this knowledge to know that if I can practise my way to failure,Continue reading “My capacity to visualise and focus on what I want, coupled with a willingness to work hard is how I’ve achieve everything I’ve ever done ….”

COVID19 has enabled me to connect to people on an unprecedented scale … some people lost everything and some people gained something. 

I gained new friends and the capacity to communicate with people of all ages,  nationalities, creeds and religions …. 7.8 billion stories to tell, minus 2.

Mali, my boys brother from another mother …. “Just nod and smile” is what I taught Mali if he didn’t agree or understand something.

Today that’s how he identified who he was when I asked if I was talking to the young immature Mali that I used to know. I was moved to tears because I knew that of all the things that I have done wrong, at least I’d done one thing right. 

Age is a poor indication of maturity ….

From the age of 7, I was left at home and learnt to survive …. for many years I felt that I’d been abandoned.  Last week i realised,  my parents were teaching me how to look after myself because they had confidence in me that I’d be OK. I realise now that I didn’t survive,Continue reading “Age is a poor indication of maturity ….”