One of the most beautiful parts of my current life is the deep sense of awe and gratitude I frequently feel for the fact that my dream to move to California – a dream I held for so very, very long – finally came true.
Dreams are so often given a bad rap. We are told to “be sensible”, “realistic” or to “take our heads out of the skies”. But I believe our dreams and longings provide a deep guidance to who we really are, to what we really want and to where Life might be trying to guide us.
Valentine’s Day: a day loaded with expectations and hopes, disappointments and lacks. A day hijacked by romantic illusions and measurements of love outlined by Hollywood script writers and companies selling love.
In a bid to ignore the rampant consumerism of the day, it’s easy to discard completely the ritual of Valentine’s Day that is in essence simply a day about honouring love.
Love not romance. Two very different things.
I’m a woman as easily seduced by romance as anyone. I have been swept of my feet on more than one occasion by grand romantic gestures that had I looked a little closer I may have seen lacked the substance I really craved.
One of the first questions I ask a new client is what they really long for. Regardless of their profession, role, gender, race, or age, the answer will almost always be, in some form or another, that their deepest longing is to be loved and to love.