This is a fabulous slideshow by a lovely guy. Enjoy!
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Monday, 20 December 2010
. . . and The Ivy
Sunday, 19 December 2010
The Holly . . .
Friday, 10 December 2010
Be Your Own Biggest Fan
How often do you congratulate yourself on a job well done? When have you ever bought yourself a present because you've been really kind to yourself and helped get yourself out of a rut?
As Christmas is just around the corner (in most of your local shops since just after Halloween), why not consider all the great things you have done for yourself this year? Don't be hard on yourself there will be awesome moments where you have taken care of yourself. Times where you have just taken a step away from a situation sat yourself down and relaxed, those are the moments when you have truly helped yourself from the heart and shown yourself the love you deserve.
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You may look back and see that you haven't rewarded yourself for these moments so for Christmas give yourself the gift of gratitude and celebration for who you are and the joy you can bring into your life when you love yourself. Gratitude is usually something we reserve for others and so neglect our own spirit, there is no reason not to be grateful for your positive actions or for simple things that you have found difficult in the past, such as getting up in the morning!
Make sure the present is something that resonates with your heart and will energise your soul so that you are able to love yourself even more than you already do.
Sunday, 5 December 2010
What is Love? It is life and living
Below are the lyrics to Bette Midler's song the Rose. They are inspiring and thought provoking.
Are there any areas in your life where you are hiding, afraid to live as your heart knows you can?
Some say love, it is a razor, that leads your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its the only seed It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to be
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose