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Life Experiences House Sitting

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House sitting has been quite a journey of delving deeper into self. The take away was discovering exactly where I want to put my roots down. If I had not branched out to different locations I may not have realised this truth.

My first house sit, in March, was in the leafy seaside suburb of Beaumaris. A quiet location, yet it felt pretentious. The vibe was more work-oriented than a balanced lifestyle, though, my summary may have been in haste as it was gathered from only four days. I haven’t included a photo of these two adorable pooches because we didn’t have time to create a close bond, though, they are no less memorable.

My next stop was Korumburra to care for my friend Gloria’s dog, Toto. When we weren’t walking or eating, Toto was keeping me company while I completed my third memoir.

I spent the following two months with two of my sons in Mornington and Mount Martha, before caring for three gorgeous cats in Rosebud. I love the name Rosebud, and while there is the old mixed with the new—seaside cottages and extravagant mansions—it was the land I felt connected to. Rosebud is cocooned between Arthur’s Seat—rolling green hills of abundant nature, and the sea. For me, it feels like the best of both worlds—a kaleidoscope of natural goodness that magically nourishes my soul.

My Beautiful Furry Friends… Love them all!

I then returned to my past… another eighteen-days in Korumburra and twenty-four days in Leongatha, both in the Strzelecki Ranges of Gippsland. I remember the first time I entered our first property in Mirboo North. I knew I’d been there before. It was home. Yet over the course of five years since leaving Gippsland, I’d experienced much change. What I hadn’t realised was the loss and grief I’d experienced when living there had left a scar, and I wasn’t keen to return. I wondered if I had taken a backward step.

Of course, I hadn’t. I came to understand, as new opportunities presented, that I would experience the opposite—joy. It was a balancing of the scales, so to speak. I continued to work on my projects, and found they all came to completion around the same time. Then friend and client, Jenniffer Button asked if I’d be interested in collaborating. I happily accepted the invitation, as we both work from a heart-centred space, and thought it could be fun.

Jenniffer played her crystal singing bowls, while my job was to channel a guided visualisation that led people into their own inner journey of self-discovery. We shared six sessions over a period of three weeks. At the final session I decided, with a prompt from Jenniffer, to tone with the bowls. That’s when the real magic of our collaboration took me to a whole new level.

Guided Visualisation sessions accompanied by Jenniffer Button playing her Alchemy Crystal Singing Bowls… amazing sound!

The sound of the bowls and my voice became one. I saw and felt the resonance (frequency) vibrate in my vocal cords, as they mixed and integrated in the ether. It was such a joyous feeling that my eyes filled with tears, and I felt my heart expand with love and warmth.

This showed me that we are all instruments in the grand scheme of the Universe, and have the power to tweak, manipulate, sing a different tune, believe a new story, change an old pattern, than we’ve previously sung. In other words, we can be, do, and have anything we want. All we have to do is tune into that frequency. And we do this by playing, experimenting, exploring and creating.

Immersed in colour and fragrance in a private garden – Leongatha

Living in other people’s energy, I’ve no doubt, has broadened my creativity and view of the world. There is no place for judgement and how others live, only a deep pool of gratitude. I’ve loved photographing the herbs and flowers in every garden. Each time I ventured into the garden, I saw something new. And the closer I came in contact with nature, the more beauty I found within self! I’ve made new friendships, both from the animal kingdom and in human form, and my gratitude for their gift of giving and sharing fills my heart with abundance and joy.

One of the greatest joys is hearing about the people’s adventures. Everywhere I house sat, the homeowners went on a holiday: the Barossa Valley, the Greek Islands, England, the USA. And each involved a celebration: a special birthday, visiting family and friends, a marriage proposal.

This is why I love to travel, to experience the world and add depth and meaning to my life. Being free from financial constraints while house sitting has seen my life to be simpler and less stressful. Though, I would like to put my roots down because then there’s always a place to come home to… a point of grounding. I welcome the next stage of my life, however it may unfold. May new opportunities open for us all, to see, explore, dance in a creative world full of love, belonging and working together in balance and harmony, for the greater good of all.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle


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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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Character Building

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I’m almost 20,000 words in to my fantasy novel and am beginning to see an epic adventure in the making. As I weave in and out of the light and the dark aspects—because they are two halves of the whole—I admit it’s character building for me to write from both of these aspects.

Until today, I had two characters with no names. Throughout the handwritten pages of my work in progress, I had referred to them as mother and father. This started to bug me, so I did a little research and found them an appropriate name that matched their character.

This led to me research my own name. Twenty five years ago my name held little more meaning than:

Leanda [le-an-da] is an alternate spelling of Leandra (Greek):

feminine of Leander and means “lion man”

Today, though, I found a more detailed meaning which I felt was interesting.

A snippet of what it mentions is I like to complete what I start, and I also get bored easily. To this end, it appears true as I currently have three projects on the go at the same time, and flit easily from one to another when I feel like it. As William Cowper wrote:

“Variety’s the very spice of life, that gives it all it’s flavour.”

The article says, I’m generous yet like to see returns from my giving. I came to fully understand this when I wrote In Light of the Truth… now is the time to remember. This comes from learning the hard way, that to give, I must do this from a space of love and not expect anything in return. Though an equal exchange of energy is always favourable to avoid feelings of disappointment and resentment.

The next piece is a trait I used to hide from through my fear of being seen; you have an executive ability, you are a leader. As I write this, I seek clarity in the capacity of which I am to lead, though, I am willing to embrace my unlimited potential and make the most of being here.

Leanda is said to mean that I’m moral, balanced, honest and intellectual, and may attain spirituality. Well, I have certainly been addressing these, and in hindsight have a deep appreciation for all I have learned and remembered to date.

I nodded when I read that I have an appreciation for beauty—taking photographs is one example, and I chuckled to myself that I always think before I act.  Hmm… I haven’t always thought before I acted, though, these have led me to invaluable learning and attaining more wisdom.

The next statement resonated and simultaneously made me squirm; I lead an eventful, exciting life, am versatile and learn easily. While I do pick up new learning easily, the eventful and exciting life comes with the uncertainty of where I’m going at any given time 😉

I think my sons might have something to say about this last statement; I’m always looking for a chance to do my own thing, be my own person, and do things my way. Yes, I like my independence, and my sons value theirs too.

So, what does your name mean? Have you ever felt drawn to investigate? I believe that we choose our birth name. Why? Because each word (name) holds a vibration, and contains an essence that is intricately linked to our purpose for being here. As I wrote in Write to Heal, my Mum was going to call me Leanne until two weeks before I was born and she saw Leanda in the births section of the newspaper. To this day, I am grateful she chose the latter.

Loving our name is an important aspect of loving self. If you don’t love your name, you may like to look into why and heal this aspect. When we fully love self, we naturally feel joy-full, and don’t need to seek love from outside of self. I look forward to reading about your name and how you feel about it.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda ♥

PS: The featured image attached to this post is the journal I was given by the lovely man I met in Paris 2015… M.K. thank you sincerely… I am following through as promised, and writing my fantasy novel in these pages!


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The Space In-between

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Before I left Canada in January I was gifted a set of the May You Know Joy Meditation cards, created by Adrienne Enns Edgar. I only opened them when I presented my first Write to Know Joy class in March, simply because they were about joy! Well, we’ve been using them as a homework writing prompt ever since!

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This month, the card — May You Know Space — really got me thinking about the space in-between so many things.

The space in-between my pauses for breath

The space in-between my thoughts

Today, I took a stroll to the beach and more spaces appeared, in-between the steps that led to the sand, and between the sparkles on the water…

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In-between the seagulls and the sand as they soared on the air currents.

In-between the clouds and the clear blue sky.

Then there was the space in-between the waves crashing onto the shoreline and between the beads of foam…

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I realised there was space all around me, for at one point I had the whole beach to myself. Why? I’ve no idea because it was a glorious sunny day!

Nature is full of wondrous spaces to explore. Equally wondrous, are the spaces within us.

To know space is to be present in the moment, and to be aware of how I feel. I love my sacred space for it where I am at peace with self, to ponder, explore, expand and create. I love sharing my space too, being in the company of like-minded people feels satisfying, rewarding, enriching.

What does knowing space mean to you?

Adrienne, Chief Joy Curator at May You Know Joy, will be a guest speaker at Write to Know Self, via Skype, in June… you can read all about it here.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda ♥


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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 ♥