My Gift to You… (Christmas 2014)

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This year there is little money

to buy you Christmas gifts,

instead I give to you

all that I can wish

 

I wish you infinite peace

a feeling of great calm

to immerse yourself in

as if in Angels arms

 

I wish for you much joy

abundant laughter and delight

for all the days to come

and each and every night

 

I wish for you great hope

until you’re bursting at the seams

to continue on your journey

to realise your dreams

 

I give to you a smile

to brighten up your day

I trust it lights your path

so that you may find your way

 

I give to you my love

Everlasting and true

the most precious gift

that I can share with you.

 

Trish Johnston   17th December 2014

Are you true to you or to your own deception?

Deception

Often the only real deception in our lives is that we allow ourselves to believe our own thoughts.  So much of the time we allow ourselves to imagine what we want our lives to be like but really have no idea of what it is we truly, honestly want.  We allow our thoughts to be moulded by expectations of others around us, or what we perceive their expectations to be.  Sometimes they are a product of experiences from the past with such thoughts as ‘this is what I’ve always wanted so I must still want it, right?’  Wrong.  As we grow and evolve as our own person in our own truth our needs, wants, desires, requirements, dreams all grow and evolve with us.  Just because we have desperately wanted something in the past no longer means that we want it now.  Maybe it is time to unpack some of the old thoughts and allow the new to come, discard old dreams and welcome the new.

Sometimes we work so hard at finding who we really are that we overlook the obvious, what is there right before our eyes.  We are who we are right at this particular moment in time, not who we were last year, last month or even yesterday.  Being mindful and acknowledging ourselves for who we are in the present is the greatest gift we can give ourselves.  When we dream we serve ourselves much better if our dreams are of what we wish to allow into our lives at this moment, not revisit the dreams of yesterday and reshape them, build a whole new concept, one that is compatible with who we are right now.

Others come into our lives regularly. Some very fleetingly – maybe a smiling stranger in the street, a friendly fellow driver waving as he passes down the highway or a child who runs smack bang into you while caught up in the wonder of the world around them.  Some stay for a while, like a workmate or fellow student or class mate, even in some cases friends. Some stay for a lifetime or if you believe in past lives, sometimes many lifetimes. We must always be grateful for what these people have brought to us, whether it be a lesson in patience, humility, determination, self-belief, love, happiness, pain and the list goes on.

Some come into our lives with an instant connection.  They strip us bare of our protective shrouds, the thoughts we have encased ourselves in and reveal what others might never see.  At times this can also be what we have never seen in ourselves.  Some of what is uncovered may not be to our liking, while other aspects of ourselves we may be quite amazed by and in awe of.  The gift that these people offer to us is the most precious of all.  It is the gift of love, of seeing ourselves as they see us.  This too may be an illusion, however, for a time or for eternity it is pure and very real.  If nurtured and honoured as it is intended it could well become our ‘eyes and soul wide open eternity’.

Until next time…. stay safe and stay true to you!

Battling the Mind

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I see your mind is so full
that you could not even think
Words just tumbling all around
pushing you to the brink

I see you battle for control
to absolutely no avail
churning tumbling torturing
making clear thought fail

Frustrations overwhelming
driving you insane
emotions simmering wildly
torturing your heart and brain

STOP for just a moment
take a big deep breath
you must still your mind
and cease this useless quest

Maybe the answers are not clear
because you push yourself too much
expectations running high
wishing for the Midas touch

You can be in only one place
at any given time
you can only do so much
before efforts become benign

Sometimes the only thing to do
is to sit inside your heart
listen to your deepest feelings
without tearing yourself apart

Feel what is in the centre
don’t dwell upon the rest
accept your inner wisdom
for it really does know best

Your head can be too practical
filled with preconceived ideas
while your heart will guide you honestly
to release those hidden fears

Take time to honour You
the wonderful person that you are
and know that to someone out there
you are their brightest shining star.

Trish Johnston 21st October 2014

My Inspiration

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When I seek inspiration

my thoughts turn to you

for you seem to have a way

of keeping my skies blue

 

the grass is always greener

the sun shines even brighter

in this blissful place

my mind is always quieter

 

you are north to my south

the east to my west

forever in alignment

on this our life long quest

 

your wisdom and your kindness

toward every race and creed

your total lack of judgement

sets my spirit free

 

you ignite in me a flame

a warmth throughout my being

a love like no other

for this soul that I am seeing

 

wherever your journey takes you

however far you roam

know that the centre of your heart

is the place that I call home

 

Trish Johnston  21st October 2014

Big girls do cry…and that’s okay!

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One of the most valuable and life changing lessons that I have learnt in recent times is that of truly letting go of preconceptions and expectations, yes, towards others but most importantly towards myself. While I believe that I have been able to do this with others for some time now, it has only recently come to me that no matter how well I may accept others and allow them to be who they are, if I do not allow myself the same courtesy I will never really find that peace that I so much desire.

True acceptance of oneself as I see it is acknowledging what it is that makes us who we are. The things that make us happy and those that bring us down with a thump, not only acknowledging them but allowing them to pass through our days as a matter of course. We are human, as such we have been given the gift of emotions to experience to their full extent. Some of us strive to be in total control of these emotions and not allow them to surface or appear as what they perceive to be a chink in their armour. Many of us were taught as children that to show too much emotion was a weakness. With terms such as “Do you want something to cry for?” and “Big girls/boys don’t cry”, “Don’t be such a sook” and so many others that I’m sure many of us have heard. My response to this now is – No, I don’t want something to cry for as I already have it otherwise I wouldn’t be crying in the first place! Yes, big girls/boys DO cry and there is absolutely no shame in that at all. I am now proud of being that sook, for I understand now that I am an empathic, sensitive being and as such I feel not only my own pain but that of others as well. It is nothing to be ashamed of but more something to be nurtured and allowed to grow.

True acceptance of ourselves as we are, warts and all is how I perceive inner peace. Make peace with yourself and it will come into your life in all aspects. There are many people out there who have attempted to explain to others how to arrive at this place of peace. Some travel the world conducting seminars and workshops in their efforts to share their knowledge and wisdom. People flock to them in droves seeking to find the key that will unlock this hidden space in which they can find the answers to all their troubles, often paying incredibly high fees for the experience. If this is what works for you then by all means follow your intuition and do it. Me, I have always had the awareness that I will not find the answers in the teachings of another. I do not say this from any feeling of superiority, merely from my belief that we all have the ability to heal ourselves and to find within the wisdom of our souls.

Right from the days when I used to deliver addresses to groups and churches my underlying message was ‘be true to yourself…trust the hand that guides you’. This, purely and simply, is our place of wisdom. For me to arrive at this place I have had many bumpy treks down paths which seemed to be more challenging than I believed I could possibly endure. I know now that those challenges were merely my perception of what was happening in my life at the time. We create our own challenges by not accepting what occurs in our lives. Yes, sometimes it appears we are in a place where we have no options, no choices of our own. This is never the case entirely. Usually it is fear that holds us in that place, fear of the unknown – ‘better the devil you know…’ It is only once you overcome the fear that you will be able to remove yourself from that situation. It is only once the fear is conquered that you will be able to see the choices available to you. Most times you know, deep down inside, what it is that you need to do though you allow the thoughts of ‘what if’s’ to rule your life.

Do you allow the opinions of others to influence you more than your own intuition? This is a very human trait. We often assume that others have more wisdom than ourselves. Why should this be the case? Is there anyone out there who knows you, your thoughts, your emotions, your triggers any better than you? No. You are the only one who has this ability. Others may presume that they know you but this is seldom the case, because we as individuals become very adept at sharing with others only what we choose to share, thus creating the illusion of a persona.

Recently I found myself wandering aimlessly in ever decreasing circles, totally disassociated from ME. I see now that I created this turmoil by allowing myself to be drawn into situations that did not sit well with me. My work place was a nightmare, my relationships were difficult to say the least, and life in general was a day to day challenge. Eventually I did what I do so well, I packed up and ran. Of course, the solution was not found when I reached my destination either. I had swapped one group of perceived problems for another, same crap different location basically. There were many wonderful lessons learnt along the way and I will be eternally grateful for this. I could have continued to exist in the wonderful environment I was living in but what is the point in merely existing when one has a passion for life and a desire to live it?

Eventually, I asked myself the simplest of questions – What, in your heart of hearts, do you want to do? What makes you smile on the inside when you think about it and makes you feel alive? The answer was very clear though it had several provisos. The overall answer was – return to South Australia. The provisos were:
• Live in a rural area
• Be somewhere near the Flinders Ranges (for a time at least)
• Return to my healing modalities
• Allow myself time for my greatest passion – to write
• Stop worrying about money
• Let go of expectations of what I want from others and myself
Here I am now, living in Stirling North (just outside of Port Augusta in South Australia); the Flinders Ranges are right outside my door; I am running my own massage/body balancing business from an established business in Port Augusta; I am earning enough to keep the wolf from the door; I have stopped expecting anything more of myself than to be me and I am very pleased to say that I have never been happier with the person that I am; my expectations of others are very few and those are really not more than to treat me as I treat them. All it took for me to arrive in this place was to be honest with myself and answer the question from my heart and not my head. I am sure that life will continue to issue challenges as without these I would stagnate and become a shell, however, for now I am happy to accept them with the knowledge that as long as I trust in myself I will always be able to smile.

Until next time….

Destination Unknown…no, it doesn’t matter at all!!!

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It is true! Dreams really do come true! How amazing is this journey called life when we are truly open to the possibilities available to us? My last blog was written with a very strong yearning to return to South Australia, even though I was surrounded by such beauty, both in nature and the people around me in far north Queensland. The gypsy spirit in me won out and I returned to South Australia.

I think about my time in Cairns and surrounds as a beautiful interlude which brought me many lessons. My work with victims of spinal injuries was amongst the most fulfilling and gratifying experiences in my life so far. These wonderful gentlemen, in varying states of quadriplegia provided daily inspiration. They also played a part in my deciding that life is far too fickle and unpredictable to be where you don’t want to be.

For a short time I also returned to the healing profession of massage. What an absolute treat to have the opportunity to work in the beautiful Daintree area. Even though I was doing that which I love to do in an idealic surrounding my soul was still not at peace. When a multitude of circumstances came together it soon became obvious that my return to South Australia was inevitable so I threw caution to the wind and booked a flight for Adelaide.

What came next for me was like a dream unfolding into reality right before my eyes. While visiting my son in Stirling North I paid a routine visit to a local GP in Port Augusta. The GP suggested I speak with a naturopath so after some enquiries of my son and his fiancé off I went to the local health food store. Unbeknown to me my lovely daughter in law to be had told the naturopath of my imminent arrival and my massage skills. Within moments of being in the store I had been offered the opportunity to work from the well-established clinic, with a list of clients already waiting! How on earth could I possibly not accept such a wonderful offer? Living so close to the stunning Flinders Ranges which have totally won my heart, working in the profession which gives me most fulfilment and satisfaction… this is has been my dream for some time now. On top of this amazing happening not only do I have my dream job, I also have the flexibility and the time to nurture my love of writing and photography.

I have learned so much in the past few years but this has been the strongest lesson for me. Never doubt your intuition! If I had doubted myself and stayed on in far north Queensland I would not have had the chance to open this door. Yes, I am sure that doors would have opened, however they would have been to different paths on this journey. For now I know without a doubt that this is indeed where I am meant to be at this point in time.

In answer to the question I posed in my previous blog…’Destination Unknown…does it really matter?’ NO! It certainly does not matter for eventually you will come to the place you are meant to be. Trusting in your intuition is putting faith in yourself and the Universe to deliver. The struggles that we meet along the way are merely chapters within the book which is the story of our lives.

For now all I can say is Live, Love, Laugh and Trust! Angels do exist.

A Fine Place to Start

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There is no rhyme or reason

To what may bring us peace

Sometimes it is not obvious

Enigmatic to say the least

Sometimes it stares us in the face

From right before our eyes

Though we look right past it

To greener grass and bluer skies

We may reach for these things

And find them too much to endure

After the initial glow

Of discoveries new and raw

Then we must look within

Listen to our souls

For we have all that’s necessary

To allow our lives to unfold

Listen to the feelings

To the voices in your heart

Following your precious dreams

Is a damn fine place to start.

Trish Johnston 27th July 2014

Destination Unknown…does it really matter?

My kind of country

As I sit here in my little studio listening to the neighbours hens clucking I look out at the far north Queensland greenery surrounding me and wonder what else life has in store for me. I know that I am up for whatever it may be; I also know that it is up to me to explore and open up the pathways which are waiting to be discovered. Some may call me fickle, others may perceive my gypsy streak to be that of one who is continuously searching, me I am starting to see myself of a connoisseur of my own life. I am my own Gatekeeper, my conscience is my own, I do not seek nor need permission from others to live my life as I see fit. There are those to whom I will turn when I am throwing thoughts around. Input from these people is important to me, not in that I will hang on every word they say, merely that there are times when other’s views can shed some insight which I have not already considered.

There are many sayings out there along the lines of “It is not the destination, but the journey which is important”. This is so true. If we strive only for the final destination then we are living each day with only our final demise in our vision. Surely there is a far more vast and meaningful purpose to us living this human existence than to seek to the end of our lives. It is the stops and stumbles, the triumphs and the tears, the baby steps and the giant leaps, the celebrations and the sorrows which make the journey so uniquely our own and oh so worthwhile.

Was it really only a few short months ago that I was living in Adelaide, South Australia, being consumed by my work for a company whose only focus was on the almighty dollar? I was just a pawn in the corporate game and silly enough to imagine for a short time that my contribution meant something to “them”. Eventually I realised that I was just like all the others, when they had sucked the last little bit of usefulness from me they would cast me aside with no thought of my loyalty or the commitment I had shown to the company or its people. Exhaustion had skewed my perspective on so many things and I was close to collapse. In true gypsy style the only thing to do was to bid them adieu and move on. As my own Gatekeeper I made that choice and do not regret it for one moment.

It has been difficult living at the opposite end of the country to me friends of the past few years. I did not make a lot of friends in Adelaide but those I did connect with are very special to me. I do not grieve for them as they are still very much a part of my life and always will be, just as the friends I have made here in Cairns, Far North Queensland will also be.

The most difficult thing for me has been the environmental change. My heart aches for the wide open spaces of the arid state of South Australia. Here I am surrounded by mountains and rain forest…an eternal sea of green. My daughter tells me that green is good. Of course, she is right. Green is wonderful and full of life however I yearn for the colours of the dry country. The blue of the clear sky above the endless rolling sea of purple, gold, orange and green bathing the red soil. The hues of the migrating of season as they change before my eyes. Am I romanticising? Possibly but to me the constant green is beautiful but stifling. So much beauty surrounding me which I appreciate but it is not my kind of beauty.

To be continued…..

Writing on Our Wall

Writing on Our Wall

We carry it around
unaware that it is there
this invisible burden
our vision skewed, impaired

It comes to us from birth
and each day ever after
from others all around us
in their anger and their laughter

Their influence is strong
often without them knowing
everything they say and do
absorbed as we are growing

We become a collage
of others thoughts and beliefs
we journey through the fog
of what others teach

Until one day we realise
the rules by which we are living
the “writing on our wall”
from others we are given

It is then our choice
to decide what to do
do we clear away that writing
and seek the inner you?

Some may be quiet happy
with the person you’ve become
the writing on your wall and you
content and comfortable as one

You may choose to erase it
until it is clean and stark
then begin with our own writing
each line our chosen mark

It is a liberating journey
to release and let go
that which we’ve carried for so long
for that which we know

It is a work in progress
we can add whatever we like
to our own artist’s canvas
create our own life.
Trish Johnston 22nd May 2014 ©

Evolving Dreams

Evolving Dreams

Last evening I spoke with someone very dear to me and it occurred to me during the course of the conversation that the life of a gypsy would be perfect for me. To be able to just wander from place to place; not locking myself into any real hard and fast material commitment; putting down roots for just as long as I choose. That sounds like heaven to me.

The prospect of going places that I never thought I would have the opportunity to see within my beautiful homeland appeals greatly to me. I know that there are thousands of places that I have never heard of which would strike a chord within my soul. Some of these may be populated while others may simply be beautiful places in the bush somewhere far away off the beaten track.

I dream of finding these wonderful places and spending time acquainting myself with them, forming a connection to the spirit of the land. To be able to do this and to write of my experiences would set my soul alive. I am sure that armed with my trusty laptop and my camera I could be content for the rest of my born days.

My massage table would also be close by my side. I enjoy my healing work which I have not been actively involved in for some time now. I think it is time to raise the covers and start to share again. How many times have I been told “You cannot save everyone on the planet” or similar? The thing is that I know that I can make a difference. It may be for just one person for just that short time but each and every time I do this it will be another step towards harmony for both the recipient and me.
How wonderful would it be to be able to offer a weary fellow traveller a nice relaxing massage or reiki/energy/intuitive healing when they are cramped and uncomfortable from sitting in their vehicles for extended periods?

They tell me that these days self-publishing is the way to make it happen for a writer. I wonder how many would actually read my work? All I can do is give it a go and leave the rest to the Universe. If it is meant to happen it will, with some effort on my part. To share my writing and be able to take others on a journey through the country side would be a dream come true.

The beauty of the skills that I have acquired throughout my life is that I can use them anywhere. I do not have to be stuck in one place to utilise them for my own benefit and the benefit of others. How simple life would be. Driving into a tiny outback town and putting out a sign offering massage/spiritual guidance or maybe even a personalised poem!

The more I think about it, the more it seems real and possible to me. This is the purpose of having dreams, this is why we day dream. We dream it until we remove all the obstacles and then it becomes our reality.

It would be wonderful to have someone to share this pilgrimage with. I wonder just how good my powers of manifestation are…..