Creative Passion

Creative Passion

When I was much younger, my then boyfriend loftily told me I had no imagination. Actually, I should have ripped his head off for such an offensive comment.  But I didn’t have a huge amount of confidence when I was young and this comment dogged me for a long time. It reminds me of the unkind comments teachers, lecturers, critics and even friends can make that undermine our self-confidence.

So this image comes with a brief comment – for god’s sake create whatever gives you joy and tell anyone who tries to drag you down to get lost.  Your passion is your passion – indulge it every day and give thanks for whatever lights your life and makes this world a better place.



Believe it or not, I started off with an orange canvas, created a flare in the centre, then superimposed a photo I’d taken of pale pink, serrated geranium flowers. then I had a poke here, a poke there on Pixlr and this is the result.  The initial images were much quieter and calmer, but when I hit one particular image, this one, I knew it was the final one.  It really reminds me of ecstasy – that moment when you have created the perfect image, or kissed a beloved, or hugged a child or whatever inspires you to reach the peak of emotional intensity. As they say in the coffee shops and restaurants: “Enjoy!”.

Mountain Magic

Mountain Magic (2)

I created this from a photo I took of the Besparmak Mountain range which runs close and parallel to the north coast of North Turkey.  When I look out of my window to the south, the mountain range faces me and I love it because it’s different every day of the week – sometimes clear and sharp, sometimes hazy, other times completely obscured by cloud and sometimes rain.

I learned to love mountains when we lived in northern New South Wales at Woodenbong, high on the caldera of an ancient volcano. The creative energies there were extremely powerful and I became aware of a deep love I had of mountains and high places. I had experienced this. on the moors of North Yorkshire where I’d studied at University and lived in 2002-4. I used to love visiting Haworth, high on the moors, where the Bronte sisters lived but I hadn’t really become aware of my love mountains and high areas on Mother Earth until our time in Woodenbong.

I think here in North Cyprus we have the best of both worlds – mountains behind us to the south, the Mediterranean five minutes away to the north.

Home Again

I got back to North Cyprus on Wednesday last week but had such a hectic time during my short stay in London for my third reunion with university friends that I decided to give myself a good rest.

I’m not sure what happens to me in the UK but something gets activated. When I lived there in 2002-4, my healing abilities went through the roof, much to my surprise. The first time I realised something odd was going on was when a friend commented their wrist was very painful, I held it for a few minutes allowing healing energy to flow and was quite taken aback when she suddenly perked up and said her wrist was heaps better. I squeaked: “Really?” which I guess isn’t quite the response from a healer, but she was delighted.  I also worked on my daughter’s back and her pain went within minutes – not for long though as she rushed back to do gardening, stuffed her back again, and returned for more healing work, plus she left with admonition from me that I’d give her a hard time if she didn’t rest her back for a while. And finally I did some healing on a person who had back pain, tapped into childhood physical abuse, and got vivid images of exercises for him to do to complement the healing work I did and wah-lah! his back got better straight away.

This time I haven’t stopped dreaming – from the first night I arrived in London to last night here in North Cyprus. I dream all night long and they seem to be about saving or rescuing people, fighting aggressive people and always winning whatever challenge I’m facing in each dream. I’m still working on this one as I believe I can offer hopeful, healing words and images but people need to save themselves and stand on their own two feet. If anyone’s got any ideas, feel free to let me know!

Anyway, I also decided to play at tourist while I was in London.  I stayed with a good friend from my uni days and shared flat days when we were both working in London, then caught up with a few mates from our languages course at the University of Bradford, in Yorkshire, in the north of London.  They were very happy days for me and it was great to meet up with old friends and start yakking as if we hadn’t all gone in different directions in the past 40+ years.

So here are some pics of my stay, including playing the Country Cousin taking photos as we travelled through London in a taxi, and getting admonished to make sure my bag was zipped up as here in North Cyprus I never have to worry about theft, the crime rate is incredibly low.  I really enjoyed my London visit, the city has an amazing atmosphere BUT people look frazzled, tense and are always rushing. Having lived in rural or semi-rural areas now for 20+ years, I’m very happy to get back to a slow pace of life, my loving husband, my welcoming dogs who went bonkers when I walked into our apartment, and the richness of nature all around me.

Blackbird in my friend’s garden – one of the things I miss about the UK.
Ferry boat on Thams
Ferry Boat on Thames


Larnaca Airport
Larnaca Airport
Larnaca Coffee Lounge 1
Coffee Lounge at Larnaca Airpot
Nelson's Column
Nelson’s Column
People Queuing at Madame Taussauds
People queuing at Madam Tussauds
Reunion 1, Royal Festival Hall coffee shop
My friends and I at the coffee shop, first level, Royal Festival Hall, London. One person is missing – she had to leave early to catch a train home. Two others couldn’t make it due to illness.
The Eye
The London Eye, next door to the Royal Festival Hall
Waterloo Bridge & Thames
Waterloo Bridge & Thames
Reunion, Royal Festival Hall coffee shop
Another photo of my uni friends – taken by me. A fellow diner kindly consented to take the other photo!
Royal Festival Hall, Outside Coffee area
Outside eating area at Royal Festival Hall
Shaftesbury Avenue Theatreland
Theatreland – Shaftesbury Avenue
The Shaftesbury Theatre
Shaftesbury Theatre
Taking off from Heathrow
Taking off from Heathrow back to North Cyprus
View from RFS Coffee shop towards Thames
View from Royal Festival Hall Coffee shop towards Thames


Power of Love

Power of Love

This will be my last post for a week as tomorrow I’m flying from Larnaca to London for a reunion with around 7-8 friends from my university days. This is our third reunion and when we meet it’s as if there’s never been a gap between when we left the University of Bradford in England in 1970, kept in touch in London until 1972 when I travelled to Australia, to when we catch up in our reunions. I’m especially pleased because a good friend is finally able to attend this reunion as we’ve missed her presence in the two previous ones.  I’m returning to Larnaca and thence to North Cyprus on Wednesday but it’s likely I’ll be a bit tired when I get back so I’ll recommence posts in all due timelessness.  In the meantime, I leave you with the above image affirming the power of love and these brief words:

“Live with skillful nonchalance and ceaseless concern.”
~ Prajnaparamita Sutra ~


Beyond the Veil


If there’s one thing that’s certain in life, it is that one day we will do a perish/pop our clogs/turn up our toes/push up the daisies – in other words, we will die and leave this world to move through the veil to another dimension.

Some of you may roll your eyes at the idea of another dimension – feel free, my husband does it all the time and we have amicably agreed to differ.

But for some reason and for some time I have felt an inner voice urging me to write about my own confirmation of life after death. Normally I’d write this on my book blog but I’ve lost the domain name to that for some reason and I’ll have to sort it out next week after my brief trip to the UK.

Below is a summary of episodes which prove to me that we don’t just vanish when we die – we live on although how we live is a complete mystery to me. I have read various accounts by different people of the after-life and they all vary. So I shall just stick to “The Mystery” because that’s all I can offer except what has happened to me over the years.


The first event for me was when my little dog, Chloe, was run over by a bus and killed on a Friday night. I was grief-stricken and felt a part of my heart had been wrenched away The Saturday night afterwards I had a dream of her walking away from me in a golden light. She turned to look back at me with love and compassion on her face, as if to say a final goodbye and a voice said: “She came to teach you unconditional love. Her work is now done and she needs to move on.” Then Chloe turned and kept walking away. Cue for me to think I was barking mad (‘scuse the pun) as nothing like that had happened to me before.

Trying to make some sense of Chloe’s early death, I came across a psychic/medium at a mind/body/spirit show that weekend who repeated not only that my dog had come to to teach me unconditional love, but the woman described how Chloe would jump down the steps to our bedroom and sit on the bed beside me as I read in bed. She told me my little dog was present in spirit which made me very nervous as I’d never heard of a dead dog hanging around before!


Next up was in Queensland when I was getting a massage from Joy, my friend’s daughter. She suddenly said: “You know someone who has lost a child.”  To which I replied, “No, I don’t.” Undeterred,  Joy said “I’m being told you do and there’s a message for her. I have an older woman in spirit with a young child. The child passed over very young, and it’s taken an older form for this message. The lady has white hair in a bun and her favourite flowers are white – gardenia and jasmine. Please tell the mother that her child is fine and is being looked after by her grandmother.”

Well, to be very honest, I thought Joy was right off her rocker – until a few weeks later I went out for dinner with a neighbour I’d just met (we had only just moved to Queensland and didn’t know many people).  This lady told me she’d had a row with her husband, a subsequent miscarriage and carried great guilt at the loss of her child. I was quite gobsmacked by this as it fit the message Joy gave me. I dithered for a few days about saying anything but, in the end I met up with the mother and passed on the message. She went absolutely white, sat down and said: “That’s my mother you’re describing exactly.”  She was greatly relieved by the message and I, I have to say, found it quite extraordinary at the roundabout way a message had been passed on by the spirit world, not least confirmation that the child in question had died before taking a fully-formed human shape.


Later on, I taught myself the Tarot and developed some mediumistic ability.  I’m not trained and it’s quite haphazard how messages from the spirit world come through – I get a buzzing in my ears, it drowns out the world around me as if I’m in a bubble and I get a message for the person involved. The first time I was at a mind/body/spirit fair when a woman walked past me, stopped, turned to look at me and then rushed over for a reading.  She looked a bit taken aback and said she felt as if she’d been stopped in her tracks and pushed towards me.

I told her the reading involved one of her children and she looked at me in a bit of a weird way, saying: “I do have two children.” And then I felt compelled to ask if she’d lost a child and she said she had, and I said it was this child who wanted to contact her. I might add that that was an enormous surprise to me as I’d never done anything like this previously. It turned out that the daughter’s death had been particularly tragic – I won’t go into details to respect the privacy of her mother – but she wanted to tell her mother as the 10th anniversary of her death approached that it was time to leave the past behind and move on to the next part of her life. The woman then told me she was thinking of moving into a new relationship but had been held back by memories of her daughter’s death. Her face looked much lighter and she was profoundly grateful for the contact from the spirit world.

In subsequent readings I got more messages from the world of spirit, probably about a dozen instances, and I learned to say exactly what I heard because, while it was meaningless to me, for those who received the messages, the wording made complete sense and really meant a lot to those who received them. One particular Tarot reading was very frustrating for me and the person having the reading as the cards and messages I was hearing made no sense to her: until she realised it was all for her ex-fiancee and suddenly everything fell into place – a message for the man from his father that he could not have helped in any way prevent his father’s death. The lady having the reading knew that this would be an enormous reassurance and release a lot of guilt for her ex-fiance.

MY MOTHER-IN-LAW’S MESSAGE (Luckily I liked Hilda!)

Another time, when we had returned to Australia after living in the UK from 2012-14, we were walking through Fremantle when my husband suddenly said: “Look, Tarot readings, you like readings, go and have one.”  I was dead surprised because my husband isn’t into the Tarot at all, but thought it would be interesting to see what happened. My mother-in-law, recently deceased, turned up. She said she’d given Bryan a mental push to get me to have a reading as she knew he wouldn’t.  She wanted to apologise for stuffing up her will and making life very difficult for my husband in the wake of her death. There was other personal information which involved a third party so I won’t go into any more detail.


As for myself, one  Sunday I suddenly found myself compelled to visit a spiritualist church in Morwell, Victoria, close to where I was living. It was quite weird as I had no intention of going but an hour before the session I got a feeling of tremendous pressure to attend. At the end, the reader turned to me and said a spirit being had come through for me. All that was told to me  made sense, particularly the reference to September being a hard time for me as that’s when my mum died and I buried her on my birthday. I thought it was my mother, of course, but the reader said no, the person in spirit was telling me she’d given me a blue pendant for my birthday, just after I arrived in Australia. It took a bit of thought but then I realised it was my aunt who had sent me a beautiful pendant with a bright blue stone in the centre which I still have today. This was very emotional for me as my aunt had been like my older sister.

At the same spiritualist church, I wasn’t present when a reader asked if anyone knew a “Maureen”. My friend was there and didn’t take any notice until her friend poked her and said: “That’s Mo, her full name is Maureen.” This time a message came to me from my father, apologising for his treatment of me when he was alive and offering me a huge, spiritual bouquet of roses. My friend was delighted to pass on this message to me. She’s a medium herself and she and her friend  had felt a “father” energy around the reader but took some time to make the connection to me.

And finally, involving me again, I had a stall at a function at the Morwell spiritualist church just before we moved to New South Wales. I was bored witless as very few people were turning up, so I wandered over to a guy the other side, who’d shared interesting information with me earlier, and asked for a reading or whatever he did. To my utter surprise he said my parents had turned up – I’d never really been bothered about hearing anything from them after their death. The medium didn’t want any feedback from me except “yes” and “no”. And what he said turned my view of my parent’s marriage upside down. I’d always believed that my parents were completely wrapped up in each other and I’d felt on the outer in our family group (I’m an only child).

The first thing he said was that my parents weren’t together in the spirit world, they’d gone to different groupings. My mother was saying she’d never loved my father and I can tell you, I gaped at the reader. He went on to say she was pressured into marriage with my father by her parents who wanted financial stability for her. She, on the other hand, had wanted to stay single and independent, and set up her own business. She succumbed to pressure and felt even more frustrated and hemmed in when I had been born. Years before, when I had an astrological report done, the astrologer asked if my mother was particularly independent and unusual, and at the time I’d said no, but the reading gave me greater insight into a secret world my mother had kept entirely to herself all her life.

My father also came through and the medium said he felt Dad was doing a life review. He said I’d never known my mother properly as she had a killer temper which she only showed to him and not to me. Having realised how frustrated my mum was with her life, I could understand her flaring up from time to time. But actually what used to get right up my mother’s nose was Dad’s stinginess – she told him once that after she died he’d probably snap freeze her body until he found a bargain in coffins!

My father also said he’d been let down by all the people he’d loved and was lonely in the spirit world. He’d been glad when my mother finally died (a prolonged death from lung cancer) as he thought life would get better, but it hadn’t. I might point out that my father had had alcohol problems through his life, and had plunged into the depths of alcoholism after my mum died, his own choice. Interestingly, he seemed quite unaware of this, and even after death was quite absorbed in self-pity and the view that he’d been handed a bum deal in life when, in fact, his arrogance and bullying had marred his relationships with others in his lifetime.

The clincher for me was, though, when the reader said my mother had mentioned a possible divorce when I was a teenager. I remembered that my mum had suddenly said one evening: “What would you think if we got a divorce?”  I thought they were joking and laughingly said I’d bang their heads together. It was never mentioned again but it sort of hovered in the back of my mind like a bit of a mystery. I had in fact not given it any real thought for years, and hadn’t even mentioned it to my husband. So it was interesting to get confirmation of the genuineness of the messages from my parents in such a distinct way.

Why I have had the urge to put this all into print is also a mystery to me. I know I’ve felt the pressure to get all this down so perhaps it’s of help to someone out there in the big, wide world. If the above does help someone, well, I’ve done my job. And if provides food for thought for others of you, well, I guess I’ve also done my job!

Buddha Cat