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When I was a very little girl in Innercity London, England, and my brother and sisters had all gone off to school, I would sit on my swing in the small back garden and look over the garden walls, and look beyond the neighbours' washing strung out like flags from the farther taller buildings, and I would focus on a patch of sky glowing just beyond the horizon. Then I would imagine that if I could reach that place beyond the gardens, which so invited me, that I would find there a little town by the sea; I could sense it, and in the distance I imagined I could hear the mewing of the seagulls.
All these years later, when I go to Watchbell House to sit with Ken to do my transformational stuff, I am aware that I am now in that little town near the sea and, obligingly, the seagulls come and squeal with delight overhead!
I knew I needed to leave the city; it didn't resonate with my inner being. Where we lived later on, although still technically Innercity, was once lovely Surrey countryside many years previously. So as I walked around the area on a regular basis, instead of noticing the buildings and the noise and smell of the traffic, I would spend my time imagining that I was actually walking in that beautiful countryside. Part of me yearned for a village home and community, surrounded by green field and open countryside, like the place my family lived when I first came into this world. I also longed to be near the sea.
Later a new notion came to me: I wanted to live on an island! My friends whom I had grown up with joked about this but also they actually believed somehow that I would indeed have my island! I would walk around Brixton in South London and feel the sea breeze blowing in my face and calling me away from there. And it was that same year that the opportunity to relocate to the Isle of Wight, UK suddenly manifested.
Twenty four years on, I am still living in a little village community, surrounded by green fields and open countryside, and only a short distance from the coast. I am very much an islander and many people who meet me assume that I was born and brought up here too.
If only you knew the power of your own mind...
All these years later, when I go to Watchbell House to sit with Ken to do my transformational stuff, I am aware that I am now in that little town near the sea and, obligingly, the seagulls come and squeal with delight overhead!
I knew I needed to leave the city; it didn't resonate with my inner being. Where we lived later on, although still technically Innercity, was once lovely Surrey countryside many years previously. So as I walked around the area on a regular basis, instead of noticing the buildings and the noise and smell of the traffic, I would spend my time imagining that I was actually walking in that beautiful countryside. Part of me yearned for a village home and community, surrounded by green field and open countryside, like the place my family lived when I first came into this world. I also longed to be near the sea.
Later a new notion came to me: I wanted to live on an island! My friends whom I had grown up with joked about this but also they actually believed somehow that I would indeed have my island! I would walk around Brixton in South London and feel the sea breeze blowing in my face and calling me away from there. And it was that same year that the opportunity to relocate to the Isle of Wight, UK suddenly manifested.
Twenty four years on, I am still living in a little village community, surrounded by green fields and open countryside, and only a short distance from the coast. I am very much an islander and many people who meet me assume that I was born and brought up here too.
If only you knew the power of your own mind...
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