I waltzed my way into 2013 with a few bold declarations. It was going to be:
My year of becoming a full time entrepreneur.
My year of loving my man more deeply.
My year of healing (although I wasn’t all that sure what that meant, or what it would entail).
These 3 themes were never far from my side throughout the year. They took centre stage in what has become the year that has surprised and astounded me the most.
In January, I was working in a cafe 3 or 4 days a week, hustling burgers and plates of pasta as a means to pay for life while my business set it’s roots into fresh soil. After calling an end to our wanderlust-ing, seasonal lifestyle, Glen and I waved goodbye to the snow and moved in with mum for 6 months. We were without money and transport, and although I was grateful for the roof over my head; for the home cooked meal that was placed in front of me every night (after having mumma-love poured into it), I felt the opposite of freedom in my body.
There I would sit on my days off from the cafe, at the desk in my cluttered bedroom, sweat pouring from me in the Brisbane heat, punching out for hours on my keyboard as I devoted myself to the evolution of my business. Between blog posts, the odd coaching client, and navigating the horrifying (to me) back end world of online business, I was writing and recording my heart out in preparation of releasing the Party Girls Guide to Peace: my passion project.
The passion paid off – creatively and literally –and with a successful launch under my belt, Glen and I now had the resources to fly the nest and move to a little slice of heaven that had quite honestly stolen our hearts: Burleigh Heads.
I’ll look for a job as soon as we settle in.
That was my plan. But life seems to laugh at those who dare plan the unfolding of their lives…
As soon as I buried my toes in the sand at the beach across the road from our apartment – the sea foam kissing my ankles – I felt supported.
This is what freedom feels like.
I never did have to hunt down that part time job. Soulful collaborations, a dedication to trailblazing a path to peace and a growing coaching schedule ensured that Intention Number 1 – become a full time entrepreneur – had been fulfilled. And we were only in the first week of February.
This is also the year I’ve seen light and love in my man like never before. He has captivated me, completely. He has made me laugh in the face of tension, and he’s willingly forgiven me with wide, warm embraces when my irrationalities strike.
For us, absense truly does make the heart grow fonder. The 2 weeks that he spends away every month have allowed Intention Number 2 – love my man more deeply – to illuminate our every phone call, date night and sleep in. 2 weeks apart is just enough time for to almost forget the fine intricacies of his features. Enough so that when I collect him from the airport, I can’t help but gush: My god. You are SO handsome, before our heads disappear into each others necks for whole body squeezes of I Missed You. I am certain with every fibre in me that our strengthened love is directly reflectional to Intention Number 3 – my willingness to heal.
Healing can be a heavy word, I understand that. It can also come across as self-righteous, melodramatic and unnecessary, but I believe we’ve all got healing to do – if we’re up for it. I’ve never believed that healing means that there’s something wrong with us; that we’re perpetually flawed, rather, I believe that to heal is to consciously grow. Belinda Davidson says that healing is returning to totality. In other words: acceptance of the whole, or, aligning with the light.
Which brings me to Belinda.
In September 2012, after leaving Leonie’s abode for business coaching, I looked up to the sky and said: Thank you for guiding me to Leonie, but now, I’m ready for a spiritual mentor. Not just guidance. Mentoring. In swooped B.
I knew something in me needed attention; needed awareness; needed healing, and Belinda helped carry me through a journey of soul discovery unlike anything I’ve ever conceptualised. Physical ailments have been healed, limiting beliefs have been left behind, longings have been made manifest. Truth with a capital T has been tasted.
The longer I tread this journey, the more I realise that it’s a sacred one; a deeply touching and profoundly personal one. I’m sure I can speak for many of us here when I say that when we begin seeking, we’re electrified with enthusiasm; pouncing on any chance to share our spiritual practices, routines, insights. I’m now starting to become present to how holy this path feels to me. It has become precious and revered; not something I want mindlessly splashed around the webs. Having Belinda on my team has allowed clarity to outshine dark days of confusion and uncertainty. Her support and authentic wisdom has given me somewhere to go with all of this Crazy. I can only hope that my clients feel the same way when they turn to me.
So it has indeed been my year of healing, and not just of receiving it, but of giving it. I’ve devoted myself to:
- My coaching clients
- My Party Girls
- Yoga teacher training
- My body. I’ve explored the strength of it. Detoxed it. Daily coffee-enema-d it.
- I’ve been attuned to Reiki energy
- Became a qualified crystal healer
- Co-wrote 2 Spirited books. The name says it all.
Year of Healing? Check.
Alongside my 3 main intentions, I of course threw a few extra soul goals out into the wind, with a mixture of apprehension and enthusiasm:
Collaborate with awesome chickas
Sober up for an extended period (I did 3 months)
Unplug for at least a week (does 10 days at Vipassana count? Hells yes)
Speak in front of a a large audience (done, done, done and done)
Book a last minute trip
Get a sacred geometry tattoo
Hire support team
And, amazingly, they get an affirmative check! also.
Before I go, I’d like to say thank you to some incredible people that helped make my year magnificent by virtue of a little out-pouring of public love. And please, if anyone of these peeps sound juicy to you, click on their name and investigate. You deserve to have them in your life.
Rach: Your friendship has been the biggest gift to me this year. You are an absolute love beam, I adore you, and collaborating with you has simply been the icing on the cake. Let’s bring back the crazy in 2014 😉
Tanya – my naturopath (recommended by Belinda): Words fail me. You’re not just a naturopath; you’re a medicine woman.
Brie-ann – my personal trainer: You are the sunshine incarnate. Thank you for you; your giggles, your contemplative soul, and your ability to whip my ass into shape. Love you.
Nicole – my intuitive marketing strategist: Thank you for seeing me.
Niamh – my assistant: It’s only been a month, but where the bloody hell would I have been without you this last month. My Irish Beauty, this is the beginning of a very beautiful friendship, I can feel it.
Shae – my SEO coach: You make SEO sexy. For reals! This website will be forever grateful for you lady. I’ll be singing your praises till the end of time.
Miri: Tai Chi, intention setting, lomi lomi massage, oneness blessings = a 90 minute combo that left me floating for days. 🙂 Not to mention your juice cleanses. You radiant joy babe and I love being in your presence.
Yvette: You put me on stage. I still don’t know what the hell you were thinking to take that risk. But thank you. Gosh, I adore you.
Susana: Our chats mean the world to me. There is no one like you.
Mastin: Cheers for Bali, man. A story for the grandkids!
Ophi – from the Astrotwins: That reading we had back in June? Spooky accurate, lady. To a damn tee. Invaluable.
I’ve forgotten a few people here- I can feel it in my waters.
My soul sisters: You know who you are. Yeah, you. 😉 Catch these kisses coming atcha.
My Party Girls: Your courage makes ME braver. Thank you for making me feel so, so useful.
Each of my clients: I so cherish our time together. I’m always so grateful that you chose me. You inspire me.
And you – my reader: Every now and then, your eyes land on Such Different Skies, and I hope that when they do, a piece of this place lands in your heart and remains there long after you’ve gone.
I do this for you. All of it. So we can all see such different skies through brand new eyes, and never stop seeking.
Happy New Year.
Peace out, sweet potatoes!