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Revisiting the Past

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It is said, Mercury retrograde is the time to revisit, relaunch, and redo things. For me, doing one week of Facebook ‘lives’ was just that… revisiting the past.

So, what did I learn?

For three weeks prior, I’d been guided to get creative and share uplifting words in the form of games… July 24 began with the old version of Hangman renamed as Scarecrow, where the negative words were driven away. Then the week beginning July 31 the Find-a-word game was renamed Hopscotch and our inner child came out to play. There was no prize offered in the first week, though, there was in the second, which saw me share my first live video on Facebook. I felt grateful to have ticked this off my list of things that takes one out of their comfort zone, and naively thought that’d be it for a while. Ha!

August 7 and I presented a challenge for people to write their own statement of intent for the day, utilising a positive word that I’d shared using the phonetic alphabet. It was at the end of that week that I sat to ask, what’s next? That’s when I was guided to share snippets from my book Write to Heal… live on Facebook.

At first I thought this was absurd, until I was reminded of the dream I’d put out into the cosmos… a.k.a. I’d sent my third memoir to book publishers with the desire to relaunch Write to Heal and In Light of the Truth, along with it’s completed sequel—a trilogy of memoirs as I’d called it. To voice these pieces, meant I was willing to take responsibility for my written words. I was sharing my truth, and I was pouring energy into my dream.

I went ahead, feeling this was reasonable and of sound mind. It was my intent to inspire and spark self-love in the people who watched them. Yet the sharing is always a dual highway!

While I may never know what people learned from what I shared, I have personally gained a vista of fresh understanding.

I realised I have no desire to rewrite, Write to Heal.

For those who watched these videos may have noticed I did not share any of my personal story. This is because it is my past. I was guided to only share snippets that are still relevant to today, to assist people to learn and understand themselves better.

To revisit the past is to appreciate the wisdom one has attained, and use it now. It’s not about going back to camp there, unpack the old and get ourselves bogged in a marsh.

When I shared how to determine one’s timeline from understanding one’s personal year in numerology, it was to assist people to know how to move forward with confidence, having learned from their past. It’s about acknowledging the lessons learned and not being defined by them. If you’d like the free download please see this page.

We are all so much more than we may believe.

I also noticed the days I felt at my maximum—shining my brightest light—as these videos were viewed more than two hundred times. On the days where I felt less confident or found myself wading through fear, there were fewer views. Which sought to show me that I’m always being ‘looked after’ and there truly is nothing to be afraid of.

What remains is my gratitude, for all I have learned and who I have become. I accept that my trilogy of memoirs, about love and belonging—whether they are picked up or not by a publishing house—are complete. I have fulfilled my aspirations to heal self and am now free to live my life joyfully, in peace, balance and harmony. Sure, there will be further things that pop up… we are students of life, after all. For the most part, though, I close the door to my past and choose to embrace my unlimited potential… whatever this entails.

This process has reinforced my belief in self and the writing programs I have created to assist people on their path to knowing who they are and why they’re here. As I shared at the beginning of 2017, this year was going to be about joy and reinventing myself, and I feel I’ve just begun!

Thank you sincerely for walking with me on this journey we call Earth life. It is a beautiful and magical place where miracles occur on a daily basis, when we’re willing to believe.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle♥

PS: Interestingly, after writing this I chose three photos for a collage to go with my post. I discovered the cyclamen is symbolic of resignation.  It’s a flower that means goodbye. The ladybug is symbolic of luck and protection. And the bee is said to be a potent symbol of love, sweet abundance, and anything is possible. Bees can also be viewed as a message to stop being so busy. So, in summary… goodbye old… hello new. I’m super keen to see what unfolds!


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In the Flow

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Lately, I have felt more in the flow.

Dedicating more of my time to self-love, self-trust and self-worth has seen me focus on my writing projects, and attend to the daily “must-do’s” in a state of relative ease, grace and joy. This is not to say I haven’t had to face challenges.

Self-trust felt forced upon me as we struggled to find a house to rent. I had to learn to let go of what I had no control over. It’s not as if I didn’t know there is a divine time for all things, it was at another level of understanding and acceptance. No matter what I did, it wasn’t going to happen any faster! And surrendering was truly liberating.

Eventually, after a whirl of seeming lies and deceit from multiple real estate agents, we found a private rental and breathed a sigh of relief. Though we did have to extend our lease by one week, while our new landlord prepared our new abode. This caused another hiccup where we couldn’t move in over the course of a weekend and could only do this on a Monday. Add to this that it was Thomas’ first day back at Uni after his semester break, and I felt frazzled. Brad and I, though, dug deep and got it done. And the best part was our new house was beautifully presented… it’s the first rental home I haven’t had to clean!

Self-love then arose when rest became a priority to recuperate. It was also time to purchase those new sunglasses that I wrote about in one of my previous blog posts. This resulted in being asked when I’d last had my eyes checked. ‘Hmm… too long, like nine or ten years ago.’

I knew one eye was worse than the other, yet I wasn’t aware that I had a common condition called Blepharitis that made my eyes itchy, blurry, and at times pooled and ran as if I had a blocked tear duct. Thankfully, it is easy enough to treat this and will take less than six weeks to break the parasite’s life cycle. As for being able to read… I was so excited when I looked through the right lens at the optometrist and could see the bottom row of letters. Yippee, I can see!

Here I am with my first pair of reading glasses. I’m told it’s an age thing, and nothing to do with my vocation 😉

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Self-worth got my attention when delivering my latest Write to Know Self sessions. These gatherings truly make my heart sing with joy. Yet, over the past four years of presenting these, the number of people attending hadn’t increased, despite my marketing efforts. Add to this an inner desire to expand, and a voice within me that said I could reach more people if I took it online, and I heeded the call to change.

There’s a quote that accurately represents this…

Work smarter, not harder!

Being in the flow ensures I listen to my guidance and take action when required, be true to self and honour my knowing. If I may assist you with your flow, please let me know.

Have you been aware of any, or all, of the trio of self-attributes lately? I look forward to reading about your experiences in the comments below.

Thank you for reading and sharing in this wondrous adventure called life. May you sparkle bright and shine your light.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle ♥


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Author Talk: Leanda Michelle

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My first author talk in Australia was a heartwarming and memorable experience, thanks to staff at the Mornington Library and the audience. Prior to this I’d been fortunate to do a shorter talk at a metaphysical bookstore in Elmvale, Canada in September 2016. Strangely, it seemed easier to talk to strangers in a foreign land than people on home soil.

My talk was about the themes of my latest book In Light of the Truth: belonging and love, as well as the therapeutic aspect of writing and what I’d learned.

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Q & A time was engaging and a tad easier than trying to remember the important aspects of my 49 years life experiences, and in sequential flow!

Here’s a couple…

I’d mentioned the importance of having a spiritual connection, and that my journey had ebbed and flowed from healing to writing, and on repeat, until I’d blended them together… so, did I have a daily routine that assisted me with that, like some other authors do?

‘Yes. My morning alignment—toning, and exercise regime that includes a smorgasbord of yoga, pilates, qi gong,  the Tibetan Five Rites and walking in nature.’

‘Were you ever concerned about your story hurting anyone you’ve written about?’

Another good question.

‘Yes. In part this is why it took me fourteen years to publish my first book. It is why the first memoir is still an eBook and not in print, but also because I didn’t know how to put it into print at that time. Now that I’ve completed my “trilogy of memoirs”… if there is such a thing… my quest is complete, and I’m ready to share my story about love and belonging. As for hurting a anyone, no, because my words are not intended to do so… and if a person is offended it will be their learning.’

My youngest son, Thomas, was in the audience. He had the day off work so he’d decided to attend, and offer his support. He knows my story, and that our life events are written solely from my perspective. So, when he put his hand up to ask a question, I found it deeply thought-provoking.

‘Do you ever feel discouraged, and if so how and why do you keep doing what you do?’

He and his brothers know more than anyone what I have sacrificed in order to continue with this writing journey, so my answer was of utmost importance, if only to him. I took a breath to centre myself, trying not to think about the utter meltdown he’d witnessed me have two days prior, and admitted to him and the audience that it hadn’t been an easy road.

‘Yes, I’ve faced discouragement on numerous occasions. Yet it’s my love for writing… how I feel when answers to my questions are revealed through my words… it’s how I make sense of my world. And as to what keeps me going? I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is,’ I said taking a moment to consider the question more deeply. ‘It feels like a deep inner knowing, that I have committed to this path. I know I’m being looked after.’

It felt strange saying those words aloud, as if I needed to pay more attention to them. Realising I have this strong belief of conviction, made me wonder why at times I had forgotten.

Another hand went up.

‘You talked about Sound Reiki, can you give us a sample?’

Thomas has heard my toning voice many times, yet I could see the woman’s request for a sample came as a shock to him, almost as it had to me. As if he were embarrassed on my behalf, he moved from standing at the back of the room and took a seat.

I silently set an intent and shared what came through as heart-centred tones. A couple of people who weren’t shocked by the experience shared their feedback, before the questions continued.

What’s Next?’ asked a friend in the front row.

‘Thank you for asking,’ I said smiling, feeling grateful to move on. ‘Now that my third memoir is complete I have decided I want to collaborate with a traditional publisher, and have sent it to a publishing house. In the interim I’ve returned to writing my fantasy novel, as I’ve realised from my Write to Know Self gatherings that as a child my favourite thing to do was be immersed in my imagination.’

‘And what’s your greatest wish?’

‘To see my fantasy novel made into a movie,’ I said. Gosh! I’d just said that aloud.

More than an hour had skipped by quick. The audience had been very gracious, and I’d learned a lot from the event. Above all, I felt grateful for the practice and experience in public speaking. Now, to trust in the magic of new beginnings. If you don’t hear from me for a while you’ll know where I am… immersed in my imaginary world of adventure. Oh, and we haven’t yet secured a new rental spot… that’s another story.

Thank you for reading and sharing in this wondrous journey, called life. What question might you have asked me? Have you attended an author talk before? What did you learn?

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle ♥


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Moving On

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We’re moving on. I sit at the dining table next to a large window and feel into the space, the house and land, with gratitude. Outside is a square patch of colourful gazanias, their petals partially closed to protect them from the rain. Two large pine trees in the front yard provide shelter for the possums. And along the driveway is a hedge of conifers.

Once again, we’re counting down the weeks and days before we relocate. It was always going to be a temporary situation, though, we weren’t aware of the owner’s plans until a few days after we’d signed the lease.

It’s an old community. Daily happenings have become predictable. Monday nights, a choir gathers next door. Many a senior walks by regularly to buy the daily newspaper from the corner store at the end of the street. Young mum’s push strollers, and people walk their dogs. In the summer months Friday night appears to be fish ‘n’ chips or pizza night, as families walk to collect their order.

At the front of the property are two wooden beams that make a fence. A row of red geraniums poke their flower heads through the slats, inviting little tackers to stop and pick one or two.

Today the wind blows, leaves quiver, and I feel grateful to be indoors. The house is old, though it’s been a safe haven for my sons, and me since my return from Canada. Although cold air seeps in around the door and window seals, and the plumbing shudders and shakes, it’s sturdy and well-built and has served us well.

The backyard is a vista of green, lush grass, patches of weeds, dotted with dandelions. An old Hills hoist sits in the middle of the yard and reminds me of my childhood, when I’d swing like a monkey from its steel frame. In Australian suburban tradition the backyard wouldn’t be complete without a lemon tree. Its ancient roots protrude above the earth, and its fruit is prolific with green and ripe lemons, unsure of what season we’re in.

Neighbours tell me there was once a magnificent vegetable garden that adorned the backyard too. The elderly owner was a man well-known for sharing his produce with all the neighbours. In the harvest month, we were fortunate to pick a solitary zucchini from a self-sown plant.

It’s a big block of land, and like a precious jewel, they’re becoming rare. Soon, the house and trees will be demolished as developers move in and replace the old with the new.

Maybe I’m being too sentimental and sensitive to my surrounds. Though, energy is present wherever we are and it feels good to sit in the gratitude. I say a silent prayer of thanks for the shade and fruit the trees provided, and for the roof over our heads. And as the gentrification process takes over, I send my blessings to the elderly folk in the neighborhood. Like us, they too will eventually move on.

Have you ever lived in a house that was earmarked for demolition? How did you feel about it? Do you live in an older community?

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle ♥