My head is spinning as I undertake the Hay House writing course in conjunction with Dr Jean Houston’s course, “Unlocking your Quantum Powers”. I’m sure you’ve heard me reflect upon being a late bloomer – or bloomin’ late, and so I thought I had better set about unlocking any possible powers before it is time for me to push up daisies.
When I made this proclamation to my friend John, he rolled his eyes. Funny how so many of my friends roll their eyes at my proclamations. Of course his next question was to ask what exactly are Quantum Powers and how was I going to go about accessing them. Well, I’ve only done the first session and there are six more so he will have to wait patiently. Hopefully he won’t be looking for major change. I am guessing that any changes will be quite subtle but I promise to keep you posted.
Jean does tell me that people are fascinated by Quantum Physics and the Quantum Field but no one is really sure what it is, so I am wondering if I am going to be privy to the unsolving of a great mystery. That sounds like fun. She also says that as an observer I am “…entangled with the Universe in ways that affect the reality of what is observed – As viewed, so appears.” Mmm, I get that and also reflect on the times gone by when I viewed myself as a failure and became my own self-fulfilling prophet. So better late than never! I am excited about learning more in this excellent course. Jean Houston is an inspiring woman.
On the back of my business card I blithely write, “It is never too late to find your fabulous”. I do believe that everyone has a bit of fabulous in them and I am in the business of inspiring others to not wait as long as I did. I absolutely love that I have the opportunity to do that, especially when it works and I see a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis.
It is amazing what can happen when we open ourselves up to all sorts of possibilities. I have learned not to limit my thinking to what I read and see. The year after my husband died was the worst year of my life for many reasons and there were times when I felt that I would never be normal again. I remember one day, when I was particularly low, I read that we are sometimes given signs to help us keep going. For example the appearance of foreign money or the sudden appearance of a white feather.
I really wanted a sign that life would get better but gave no further thought until I walked into the bedroom at the place I was staying and there on the floor was a Malaysian note. I have no idea how it came to be there. I didn’t dare believe that it was of any significance but when I walked out of the front door I was overwhelmed to see the lawn strewn with white feathers. Now I know that cynics will say there is a perfectly good reason for these coincidences but they certainly made my heart sing. Whatever one’s beliefs I have found that finding a white feather always reminds me to pay attention to what is happening in my life.
I hadn’t dared to think that my life could become so amazing and that the experiences of the past are just that – in the past and there is still much to do. I have recently changed direction with my writing and am now really excited about the book that I have been given to write. I do wish that I had done the writing course before I wrote ‘Sizzling’. I felt driven to write it and it is thrilling that it continues to reach the people it needs to reach, but knowing what I know now, I may have done things differently.
Who knows what inspirations I may have when I have succeeded in unlocking my Quantum Powers. I can’t wait!

Several years ago, my daughter taught me a valuable lesson.. In her own way she made me look at my own authenticity. I had been asked to speak to a group of professional women at a breakfast in Brisbane. My husband was in a palliative care ward and we knew that his time was swiftly running out, but I had made a commitment and I do not take commitments lightly.
What was I thinking? As a kid I would climb trees and I spent a great deal of my time on the roof, even climbing down the chimney to find out how Father Christmas did it. These days I only have to climb a few steps up the ladder, or peer over the balcony of a two storeyed building, to experience the spinning sensation of vertigo, yet one of my grandchildren told me once that I was ‘invincible’ and that is a lot to live up to.
Another amazing month has passed and I can’t help reflect on the difference I am feeling compared to this time last year when I felt that I was just marking time. As I review my previous blogs, I remember how hard I tried to forge past the grief of losing a loved one and all the baggage that comes attached. I felt like I would never feel normal again and then one day I woke up and found that I did feel different. I had lost that awful gnawing feeling that those who have suffered depression are familiar with and was now able to view my life with more hope and an ambition to make the most of whatever life I had left.
At last my new website is up and I had my first lesson in inserting my own blogs. It feels like my first day at school!


