Gratitude is a gift worth sharing

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Hi guys,

It's quarter to three in the afternoon and once again I am really tired. One of these days I'll give in and have an afternoon nap, but not yet! I mentioned peri-menopause on my other site "Spiritual Soapbox" (you can find the link on the right) and want to say the same thing here that I said there .. thank God for the Australian Menopause Centre http://www.menopausecentre.com.au/online/index.php, they took a muddled-headed me who struggled through mood swings, hot flushes and irrationality (and much more) most of last year (so appropriate that the last message here was on April Fool's Day) until a friend advised me to 'look them up' and their magic medicine changed my life.

So now I am back and this first blog is going to be about gratitude. So let's make a list.

Things I am grateful for:

Tom
Mum
my daughter
my son
the cats
the dog
chocolate biscuits
lime meringue pie that actually does what its supposed to do when you add the lime juice to the condensed milk (ok its silly, but the first pie didn't work)
You the reader
God
my angels
my teachers
my friends
the return of my enthusiasm, my energy, my ability to focus on a task
my gifts
being able to write
love .. that should be in capital letters LOVE
knowledge
wisdom
trust
hope
faith
charity
the mad desire to open a spiritual church
the sunshine after the rain
the rain after the sunshine
all this wind
all the rye grass even if it does make my eyes swell up
living in the orchard and not in some suburban block
LOVE again - the unconditional stuff we all try to achieve. Moments of it are like magic. They soothe the soul

Hmm.. I think that might do for now.

I said that Spiritual Soapbox is going to be for the challenges in life, and this site is for the joys .. sometimes it will end up being the complete reverse .. so if you want to keep up with me, you'll have to read both.

I shall now take my joyful self off and have a slice of pie
Wishing you the same,
Love & Light
Ama

Hmm... we had a visitor

Last night Tom came up the hall and asked me if I had been outside on the back verandah. When I said no he mysteriously disappeared and went and asked my mother if she'd been outside on the back verandah, walking around. The answer was also no, and I could vouch for her because I can smell the cigarette smoke through my window when she's out sitting on the front verandah puffing.

He reappeared in our bedroom with a delighed and puzzled air about him. It seems he heard someone walk quickly up the verandah (towards the orchard), and then more slowly back down (towards the street). Both times whomever it was went past the study window, where he sits with his back to it. Thinking it was me, he didn't turn around .. until the curtain rail fell off the hangers! Someone was obviously trying to get his attention.

I wonder why.

This full moon was a blue one. And everything feels just a little bit spooky. I decided that yesterday, before our visitor. I hope 'she'(?) found what she was looking for.

Love & Light
Ama