Monthly Archives: January 2018

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Learning to Sail – Part 2

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It’s late November, 2017 and a blissful evening for a stroll along the Mornington Esplanade. I capture the sun as it sets across the bay, and then sit on a large rectangular rock to gaze at the sea. Voices mix with the traffic behind me. Then I think I hear music and I’m lured by its distant melody. I’m led to a hall where a band is practicing. I marvel at their collaboration, and am reminded of when I used to play the trombone. The sound spurs me on and I smile and hum to myself.

An unusually warm breeze rich with seduction caresses the exposed parts of my skin. It’s freeing to have no destination and I feel content to meander for the pure pleasure of it.

Where I end up is on a cliff that overlooks the marina. I watch the people, out in their droves, boating, jet-skiing, canoodling… before I turn my attention to the toffee marbled sky.

A question pops into my mind, ‘How do I want to celebrate turning 50?’

Another question follows, ‘If I were to die tomorrow, what would I feel I’d missed out on?’

Easy… ‘Sailing!’

I was eleven years of age when I first went on a yacht. My parents confirmed the year was 1979, along with a few finer details. We left from the Royal South Australian Yacht Squadron, Outer Harbour for afternoon tea on-board a yacht that had once sailed in the Sydney to Hobart race. Though, the name of it can not be recalled, it was owned by my Dad’s boss, Jack Winter.

All I remember was sitting at the bow with my legs dangling over the edge, hanging onto the silver railing and being in awe of the dolphins who were joining me in my joy.

I have wanted to experience this again, ever since.

I arrive early so I can climb into the wetsuit. In my nervousness I put it on back to front… take a deep breath, remove it and have another go. Success!

Then I meet Matthew on the grass in front of the Mount Martha Yacht Club to get the Pacer ready… that’s the name of the two-person sailing boat that I’m to learn on.

Of course, the numbers are the first thing to grab my attention… 2523… reduces to 3… perfect, we need clear communication to learn how to sail. Moreover, it’s a soulful opportunity.

Find out what happens on my maiden voyage in part 3.

Do you have a fond memory of doing something you thoroughly enjoyed in your childhood? What’s the first memory that pops into your mind? Do you still do this today? Or have you yet to invite it back into your life? I invite you to share your thoughts and memories, below.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle ♥


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Learning to Sail – Part 1

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The forecast is set for 19 degrees. It’s cloudy with a 10% chance of rain, and 23 kms/hr ssw winds — perfect conditions for learning to sail says my 18 years young instructor, Matthew.

I feel like I’m 18 years young again too, and not about to turn 50, such is the excitement I feel bubbling in my energy field. I’ve noticed the Universe has my back on this too, as my first task in preparation of this adventure is to find appropriate clothing.

I need a wetsuit, and if I don’t have one of these then shorts, tee and vest will do. The shorts and tee aren’t a problem, but I don’t own a vest or a wetsuit. I ask a friend who surfs on the off chance she knows where I can get my hands on one. Then I decide to commit to go regardless.

That’s the thing about not being attached to the outcome. It allows your flow to weave its magic. A few days later, my dear friend gets back to me. She’s found a wetsuit. Thanks to Prue from East Coast Surf School I’m ready. I’ve never worn a full wetsuit before, the closest was shorts from when I’d water-skied on the Murray River — many moons ago.

 

I make the decision to watch a tutorial on how to put on and take off a wetsuit. I know, it can’t be that hard, right! Though, it’s not good practice to think one knows it all. From my experience this can bring one unstuck. I’m glad I listen, because what I learn is fingernails can damage the wetsuit fabric… and I have nails!

Being mindful to use the tips of my fingers and not my nails, I wriggle into the wetsuit. I can’t stop smiling. There’s excitement. Anticipation. And I feel safe in the knowledge that I will wear a life jacket. Do I feel any fear? Yes and no. Yes because the ocean far exceeds me… it’s power, mystery, energy, and magnitude of space. No, because I place my complete trust in my quest for learning and remembering.

I’m a mermaid! Just kidding. Though the thought is a happy playful one.

So, why sail? Find out in part 2.

What’s new for you? Have you sailed before? Share in the comments below.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Leanda Michelle ♥


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What Does 2018 Represent For You?

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A spontaneous gathering took place two weeks before Christmas. At the time I felt inspired to thank everyone in my life for their continued support. I’d shared photos of previous vision boards, and had asked if anyone would like to know more about how to set an intent for 2018. That’s how the vision board gratitude gathering came to be.

This showed me, again, that I’ve no need to rush to organise myself, get busy being creative, or get my workshops and courses out there for the sake of ‘making something happen’. There is divine plan already in place. All I need to do is listen, show up, and take action when required.

This will be my running theme for 2018… to trust in the synchronicities of life… seek clarity… plan and prepare diligently, quietly, and introspectively for the following year. If you haven’t guessed already, I’ve entered a seven numerological year.

The feeling to be on my own New Year’s Eve was a first. In the past I’ve sought to do something, be somewhere, join others in an attempt to feel like I belong… often to my detriment. Not this year. I felt at home with Self. I didn’t need to be anywhere or do anything, and a joyful energy gently flowed through me as I did what I wanted to do.

I digress.

Getting back to the vision board gathering, many shared their word for 2018. If you’ve been following my blog posts these past five years you will know I’ve had one for each. Some wanted to take action when they hadn’t in the past. Others sought peace after facing many-a-challenge during the year. And while I listened to many varied fabulous words that reflected an aspect of myself too, my word alluded me.

It was during my two week road trip to Adelaide to see my family for Christmas that my word, or mantra, for 2018 became obvious. Clarity.

What does clarity mean to me?

  • Have clear vision of my purpose… with the intent to inspire and uplift
  • Know when to take action and when to be still
  • Understand why I do what I do and how this affects Self and others
  • Accept one step at a time is all I need to be aware of
  • Embrace trust as my natural state of being
  • Be a conscious co-creator

What does clarity mean to you? If you can add to my list, I’m open and grateful to expand on it.

Is there one word you’re drawn to for 2018? What is it and what does it mean to you? Are you aware of your personal year in numerology and what this may indicate? Find out here.

What if you don’t have a word, and don’t have a clear vision for the year ahead? How can you plan when you’ve no idea what’s for your highest good? Where might you begin to find out? Well, I invite you to join me on this year’s seven numerology journey as I step into the unknown, and embrace clarity. It’s my intent that it be a joy-full ride! May all that I share benefit you for when your seven year arises. And if you’re navigating a seven-year too, please comment below.

May this New Year bring you much joy, love and laughter. May you feel fully supported in everything you do, and also know your personal truth and belonging.

Love, Blessings, Friendship and Happiness,

Leanda Michelle ♥