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Impressions – Blog No. 13

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First impressions do count.  They are, in fact, seminal.  If you are the sort of person that is able to look others in the eyes then whether or not they return your question becomes immaterial.  Fear often prevents eye-contact.  Respect, too.  However, I would suggest that meeting another’s gaze – even for a few moments – will do you and them, wonders.  In a case of respect, looking down after saying hello will demonstrate humility.  And yes, humility is very important in a world like this.  That does not ever mean you need to feel ‘lesser’ or be subservient to any other being, or put their opinions or needs above yours.  Yours – are as important as the man’s standing next to you.

Impressions are what is left behind, as such.  You can recall a strong impression in minute detail if you concentrate.  First impressions are like red wine-stains – they take some washing out.  Some may even remain forever.  Like scars.  Or blood.  Blood – when you have seen enough of it – always makes an impression.  A deep one.  A voice makes an impression.  The way a smell makes an impression.  One that can last a lifetime, in fact.  And some lives are very, very long.

When Alice first hit Wonderland she noticed the pea that had been sleeping under her mattress for the past months.  The pea apologised profusely for the bruises she had caused Alice and they went to make an impression.  They thought the best place for that would be at the palace of the Queen(s) of Heart.  They were right.  Fortunately, the pea made it into one of the Queen’s delicious soups and Alice was invited to partake of the fare.  She saved the pea and sent the Old Queen into orbit.  That is the way Alice works.

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Home – Blog No. 90

sexyappleThe drive to go home is a strong pull.  Every one of us has a sense of ‘home’.  We will spend our entire lives travelling there.  It is the wild in you that will direct you to your beginnings.  That is why it is important to acknowledge your wild.  You will take its direction.  It is worth realising that ‘home’ for you is not necessarily ‘home’ for your partner, or others in your immediate family.  You can all be travelling, simultaneously, to different places.  Home is a resting place.  You will feel this, it is a knowing.  You know when you get there, when you leave.  The place in which you live is not necessarily your ‘home’.  It depends on how fully you inhabit it.

Home is where your heart is.  Your heart is where your truth is.  Where you send your head is where you end up.  Every time.  Home is a sanctuary.  Establish early where your ‘home’ is and map the maze that life builds for you around it.  Home will be at core.  Source.  Like a salmon can find its way miles back upstream to its beginnings, you can find your way back home should you need to.  Time and again.  For some, ‘home’ is that safe place they have in their heads – where there are sunny beaches, rainbows, fluffy bunnies.  For others, ‘home’ is their union with another person.  It is quite possible to have a relationship deep enough that it takes you both ‘home’.  I suppose in an ideal world that level of devotion would be evident in every relationship.

Home replenishes the soul.  The starving soul.  And at times every single person on this planet has a starving soul.  When you hunger for ‘home’, that is when you know.  It is visceral.  A calling.  And it grows larger the longer you ignore it.  In fact, your longing for ‘home’ is metastatic.  It starts in your heart, then it begins to overwhelm your reason for being and it conquers your conditioning, the will of the system.  You become acutely aware of its impatience gnawing at your insides – at the edges of your mind – and at some point, you must obey its call.  It is advisable to explain your call to ‘home’ when it comes, before you act on it.  Partners can feel abandoned if you should disappear for a time, on a mission to take yourself ‘home’.  Children will miss you whilst you are gone.  But partners will get over being left, and children will be happy to be reunited with you when you return, refreshed.  Going ‘home’ is cyclical.  Roll with it.

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