Queen of my own heart. Liver of my own life.
Former target of domestic violence.
Advocate for others who still are.
10 long years of sorrow, joy, heartache, love, pain, hope, regret, illness, gratitude.
10 years ago today since we left that house of horror.
Recovery is a life-long project … or feels that way at least.
Reach out to someone who you know has been there too. ❤︎
Reach for the sky in small ways …
Wear your favourite colour.
Play your favourite song.
Dance alone at home.
Eat your favourite food.
Love yourself at all times.
Have you ever seen yourself through the eyes of the person that you are becoming?
To see our future selves in our own reflection is a moment of incredulity.
If you have asked the universe for something that you desire, that something is waiting for you to collect it … once you have done the work that is required to get to it of course.
That includes the new version of yourself that you are working so hard to become … it already exists … and sometimes we are treated to a glimpse of it when we catch ourselves in the mirror in that millisecond before prejudice awakens …
You can make LOVE from any combination of circumstances around you. It just requires the right frame of mind and a wee bit of courage.
Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between what’s right for the Self (true love) and the rest of it (deception of Self).
Unfortunately I have found that the only way to FEEL the difference (and so choose accordingly) is to LEARN with the passage of time and experience …
No shortcuts here.
Today I walked in two forests, got soaked in the rain and boarded a train that would take me on a 17 hour journey through city, country and clearing until I reached the desert.
The forest is where I am my deepest self – where I am connected to the core of something that I grieve to leave when I have to return to the desert. And once I am in the desert that deep connection seems lost.
Even so, I am able to exist and move forward. But I want to live through the core connection that forest enables me to experience. Not just to exist in forward motion.
Hi, I’m Seona MacDonald. For my 55th (2016) birthday I gave myself the long overdue gift of drawing a line in the sand with respect to my personal values, standards, boundaries and expectations. Translated: I’m caring for myself before others. Radical? Maybe, but I’m hanging in there because the result is an empowering surge in self-respect, personal power, […]
Before I left Maleny, which I did from necessity rather than choice, I took a cutting of a stunning Jasmine that I used to pass every day on my walks in the wilderness. Never having had any luck with jasmine cuttings before I expected it to die like the rest of them. But this little […]