The Path to Discovery

It’s that time of the year again when I think about what I could be doing. I want to sail around the world, I want to vacation on an exotic location made possible by private jets and I want my life to be a fairy tale with castles galore. Is that real life? Do I really need all of this to make myself happy? Happiness comes from within and really, I could be happy where I am right now. At home in a nice comfy chair reading a good book, being satisfied with life as it steams rolls ahead. I look, I hope, and I dream. I see that now is the perfect opportunity to dream while still maintaining a sensible head. My dreams have manifested into a book.  I have never written a novel before but now as I sit at home, I have brought it up to the forefront of my emotions. I look at the bookshops with all the authors, all those dreams that have turned into a reality. Do I think that I am capable of writing a novel? Is it realistic to dream so big? To me, yes. Other people have grand plans and for a...

  Sibella Publications/ Luminous Wisdom/ Jacqui Ray The hot cup of tea that sat on the bench looked like something I would drink, it echoed me. It echoed the remaining factions of the old me. I summon up the courage to take it and throw it down the sink. I don’t want the same; I want new, I want change. I want compatibility for a new me. The hot cup of tea represents the old. The longing for change came once the new year entered. I smelt the percolated coffee and it hit me for six. I wanted gumption to evolve, I wanted the finer points in life to showcase what was really out there. Time stands still for those that wait, others put on a brave face and face the world in a different way. That hot cup of coffee that percolates on the bench shows the real me, it shows the fire inside.  The boy stood the test of time only to be told he was no good, that was not to be me. I wanted a lanyard that could swing back and forth without letting go.That lanyard would hold me steady while I ...

Finding solace in the unexplainable things was what brought me closer to finding my own truth . Holding onto that reality led me here. I was toppled over by grief too many times and now planting the seed for forgiveness took strength. It took a magnitude of emotions to get me here. My life was a parody of emotions living to its highest degree. The sabotaging brought justice on my part and I knew I could get over the hurt one more time. Now as I lay here, I wondered my mentality. Who was the one calling the shots? Who was the one bringing forth the change?    It was me at the forefront of these emotions. Why couldn’t I just accept defeat and accept the lowest calibre that had entwined my body. That meant that I no longer accepted myself, I did not want to go there and swoop so low. There comes a certain point that makes you sink to that level and there comes a certain time when you say enough is enough. The volumes of paperwork that embody my emotions stand still; I am not givi...

The coming of the new year is upon us. Not long now until the celebrations are had with the ones we cherish. The times spent around the dinner table longing for respite from the ones we love, are now in the past. We hope, we dream; the magnitude of life has taken us in one fell sweep. We long for the times that made no sense then, the challenges combined from the monumental aspects of change. Change comes when the pretence is waiting to be released. I hope that dreams are fulfilled by all, reaching a pinnacle of success we are all dreaming of.    That has been lost lately for the time of desperation had reached many people’s lives. I was one of them contemplating my next move. I was a believer that all my insecurities were to be placed out on the surface, to showcase how you can get past the dramas of life. Sensing a need to release all the drama brought on by fear was a catapult for my recovery. To curtail the dreams that manifest in your sleep, for I am a believer in dreams....

The flower blooms when we least expect it. I felt the presence when I was pottering around the garden. The garden fascinated me; I could spend days outdoors smelling the roses. I am not sure why; we have our own story. My story can be different from yours, but it is the one telling it that gets the glorification. I spent my time recalling stories for all to hear, that was my way and my opinion. Maybe it might not have been the truth, but it was my truth. The real way of knowing the truth is not that simple. We all know that one person that really thinks their way is the true and tested way.    I am not on that path. I see things but that does not allow judgement on my part to be proactive. I notice the smells; I pick up on the textures and I realise we all have a way of partaking in this world. I can feel that for I had a similar story, a story that took me out of my own comfort zone. A story that can leap from all bounds and show a softer side of myself. I was my own worst e...

  I took the long way home. It had made sense before as I trudged my bags up the stairs.  In light of what just happened there were reasons I was staying. I moved my clothes in, harnessed a new way forward and released all judgement due to the lack of understanding from my fellow peers. This didn’t make sense now but the hurriedness in which I left was by pure choice. In the back of my mind, I had come to the conclusion that my life was meant to be lived. It had made me realise that now was the time that I could cocoon back home, to the everlasting presence of my parents.     My mum had a dislike for him, a dislike for all the ways in which he was. Maybe he was good for some but a mastermind in his foolishness for others. We were young, immature and we held a fascination for booze. We lived our lives in complete denial and the absurdity of the situation did not fall into place until after I left. I stepped back into their home. I had memories of my childhood bak...

Words are so simple; they lift you up, they take away the pain and they parade you in front of the one person you truly desire. They help spread love, joy and hatred for all to see. Words are like fragmented pieces; you don’t know where they will lead until they find their place in the home. They turn the tide; they survive the stigma and they bolt you straight up when you need the strength to surrender. Going the distance with communication is less of a burden when you are prepared. Prepared for the backlash and less judgemental ways in which you recline your chair and take it all in your own stride.   Breathing in one’s desires holds a special commitment when worried about how you will be perceived. It will show you how to hold your head up and take that leap of faith. I know myself when it comes to the way I hold myself. I want to yell out and communicate in a way that would not be prolific or worthwhile in my own cause. It shows a timing and judgemental way that I am not proud...