This exquisitely simple and beautiful way of breathing belies the vastness of the benefits it brings. The true depth of living quality behind this method of breathing, when practised consistently, establishes a stillness which allows a truer way of living. Continue reading “Breathing my Own Breath “
Picture this: I’m standing in the middle of a very large room, a bit like a hall, in front of a large group of people. Everyone is holding onto a pile of pictures of God that they’ve brought along. I put it to the floor: “Does anyone have a picture of God that they would like to bring out and put on the wall so we can have a look?” People are standing with bags and crates full of their pictures of God so it’s a ludicrous question to ask and I’m just teasing them. Everyone is there and ready with their pictures. I have to create some disappointment though, by saying that we can look at their examples of pictures after I have finished covering the walls with mine first. Continue reading “Pictures of God “
The word ‘space’ awakens a feeling of spaciousness within, as that is what it offers us – a place of exploration and understanding the meaning of life and our purpose on this planet.
Space is a word that is used, quite often casually, without realising the full beauty of the word and what it can offer us in our lives. Continue reading “Are we Appreciating or Wasting Space…? “
At that time I was just about to turn 21, returning home from a year abroad and had heard of Serge Benhayon, read one of his books and was quite intrigued to find out more. Continue reading “Understanding My Behaviours through my Experience with Universal Medicine”
Relationships had never been my strong point. I had them, was in them, did not need them, but still managed to end up in them.
They were unavoidable… relationships were and are everywhere. We have relationships with everyone we meet: big, small, long term or short, we are all in one in one way or another. Continue reading “Relationships, Me and God”
I was brought up by a Catholic mother and a Church of England father and the main religion of the house was the Roman Catholic faith: we went to church every Sunday and I went to a Catholic Convent Boarding school in the UK, which was run by nuns. I was a boarder there from age six to thirteen and continued as a day girl until I was seventeen.
There’s one aspect of my upbringing that is really only now sinking in, and that is the sexual repression. Continue reading “The Catholic Church and Sexual Repression”