Lets Start At The Very Begining...
No, I'm not about to break out into a poor rendition of The Sound of Music!
But for the these thoughts, opinions and points of view that will be expressed here to be properly understood, a brief explanation as to how I got to this stage in my journey will help.
Its been a journey of emotions, and understanding them; a physical journey (and transformation) that has been led me down the spiritual journey that continues to this day. It has been an education that never ceases, and yet I am not alone in it. It has been harsh and bewildering, yet full of joy and beauty, wonderment and blessings. And I doubt that it is unique, but it is special to me.
We are all scaling the same mountain to reach the same mountain peak: but we each stand on a different part of that mountain, see that peak from different angles and vantage points and so, whilst the journey we all share is the same, it is also different. Truth is universal, yet different for each individual.
My heritage is mixed; culturally my family is maltese/british/celtic, so I have a tendancy to passion and temper in equal proportion to a reserved and shy dispostion. On my maternal line there is a wealth of strong women who fought as sufferegettes and social campaigners, strong Christian women whose faith and love inspire me constantly. There is a strong streak of conservatism in my family too; as a child I stood between the radical and the reserved and I think to a real extent I still do.
Radical by intstinct, reserved by experience. On the one hand wanting to knock down the walls that divide and oppress, on the other realising (often painfully) that the wall can only come down one brick at a time.
But its the walls within that have to come down first.
on a less philosiphical note...
It will be my eldest's 13th birthday at the end of this month. Puberty has arrived in our home with and I feel like I have walked into a brick wall... or another country perhaps. There is a child walking around my house who looks like my son, sounds like my son - but who cant be my son because my son is not that volatile, tempremental or secretive. Possibley its the start of an alien invasion.
Jeff Wayne's 'War of The Worlds' is being played alot in my home at the moment!
love and light to all
the doormouse.
But for the these thoughts, opinions and points of view that will be expressed here to be properly understood, a brief explanation as to how I got to this stage in my journey will help.
Its been a journey of emotions, and understanding them; a physical journey (and transformation) that has been led me down the spiritual journey that continues to this day. It has been an education that never ceases, and yet I am not alone in it. It has been harsh and bewildering, yet full of joy and beauty, wonderment and blessings. And I doubt that it is unique, but it is special to me.
We are all scaling the same mountain to reach the same mountain peak: but we each stand on a different part of that mountain, see that peak from different angles and vantage points and so, whilst the journey we all share is the same, it is also different. Truth is universal, yet different for each individual.
My heritage is mixed; culturally my family is maltese/british/celtic, so I have a tendancy to passion and temper in equal proportion to a reserved and shy dispostion. On my maternal line there is a wealth of strong women who fought as sufferegettes and social campaigners, strong Christian women whose faith and love inspire me constantly. There is a strong streak of conservatism in my family too; as a child I stood between the radical and the reserved and I think to a real extent I still do.
Radical by intstinct, reserved by experience. On the one hand wanting to knock down the walls that divide and oppress, on the other realising (often painfully) that the wall can only come down one brick at a time.
But its the walls within that have to come down first.
on a less philosiphical note...
It will be my eldest's 13th birthday at the end of this month. Puberty has arrived in our home with and I feel like I have walked into a brick wall... or another country perhaps. There is a child walking around my house who looks like my son, sounds like my son - but who cant be my son because my son is not that volatile, tempremental or secretive. Possibley its the start of an alien invasion.
Jeff Wayne's 'War of The Worlds' is being played alot in my home at the moment!
love and light to all
the doormouse.
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