Real life rambles of a mama, wife and addicted wanderer
CHAPTER 1
It is thought we all have at least one book inside of us, waiting to be written - I have written 3, but yet to show the world any of them. The first 2 books I wrote about my travels in Europe and then New Zealand. The third book, Soul Food, is condensing my life time of learning about healing, wellness and similar kinds of magic, a gentle kind of wellness first aid kit.
Will they ever see the inside of book shop? Who knows , but for now I have my blog and I feel its time to share real life experiences, thoughts and all other random magic that pops into my head.
Why? To get some ramblings into black and white, to hope to reach and help at least one person with my words and to remind everyone, you are not alone in your life journey, we all have 'those' days!
Over the next weeks, months or maybe years ..... I will share thoughts on life, memories of my journey, wanderings, book loves (and hates) and maybe even a recipe or 2 that I love.
Are you ready to start this journey into my wandering mind? Lets start at the very beginning.....
Since being a little girl, I felt different. I used to wander if others heard what I did, and if they did, why did no one talk about it? It started as a white noise, a static type sound that I couldn't interpret. As I got older the noise, started becoming something I could understand, a guidance, a voice, many voices, my guides, my angels, my soul.
As a child, imaginary friends was not my thing, but I certainly could hear a lot more than the average kid. Reality check here, I also spent most of primary school telling all my friends I was Spanish (not true), that I had hair down to my bum but had to keep it hidden (really not true) and also that my guinea pig could talk (cant everyones?).
Jump ahead a few years, to us having our own babies, and I was very aware of how open they were when they were born, especially our first son. He was constantly moving his eyes around the room, chatting to people I couldn't see and mostly becoming distracted by his own inner noise. We actively have encouraged both our boys to be very open minded with angels, souls and speaking about other dimensions as they grew and could comprehend it all a bit more.
However, on occasion, it did become a little frustrating, especially at meal times. Picture this, first time mama, attempting to feed organic mushy carrot to our little man, meanwhile he is having a good old chat with a soul I cannot see. With a big sigh, I say out loud 'I totally respect you, but you can have this chat with my son, AFTER he has finished his carrots please!' Sometimes you have to put your foot down, even if it is a spiritual stomp!
Stay tuned for the next wandering of my weird and brilliant mind.
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