The approach to Christmas can be a challenging time. Not only is it a busy time for the person preparing the Christmas Day celebrations, but tension can run in families where couples do not agree on the style of celebrations. Do you recognise the scenario?
Lets look at some tips for the man of the house…..
Tip #1 Remember your partner is doing their best to make Christmas a joyous and happy time for all. A little encouragement can go a long way.
Tip #2 Rather than complain about the amount of money being spent, try to find some alternative treats or better still make or cook some.read more
This is a big life question and there is no easy answer.
I have dared to give my views and guidance on how to improve your relationships. I believe we live our lives through relationships, so anything we can do to gain more insight into them can add quality to our lives.
Listen to the video and let me know your views – do the messages resonate or do you have a different view?
You will be glad to hear that this weeks video will be running from YouTube so the quality should be better.
Reflecting on the relationships in your life and what life lessons they may be trying to help you to learn is a key aspect of Your Soul Family. I will be releasing a free chapter from my new book, Finding Your Soul Family, which covers this topic.
I suspect like many people, currently I am struggling with trusting people in power to do the right thing for the country. So often it seems that many of their actions are about personal positioning to remain in power rather than common sense to improve the quality of everybody’s life.
In the UK this has come into sharp focus with the Brexit negotiations. Much of what was promised is not in the exit deal. Were we not able to negotiate these items or has the Government broken trust? We all appreciate it is a negotiation so we will not get all that we want. To ensure trust is maintained, clear communications are required.
Many times in public and private lives I see trust challenged through poor communication and misunderstandings.read more
Black Friday is nearly upon us again. Where has that year gone…
Is your inbox filling up with offers for Black Friday. Mine is without doubt. Have I been so click happy all year that I am now on so many email lists that I lost count?
My inbox is so full that I am finding it difficult to sift out the work and family emails from those that offer me a gift. It is driving me crazy.
When someone comes into your life unexpectedly, look for the gift that person has come to receive from you. To come into someone’s life is a privilege and comes with a purpose.
Be a gift to everyone who comes into your life and to everyone whose life you enter. How great would our world be if we each did this. Gifts do not have to cost anything. They can be an act of kindness, a hug when someone is finding life hard, a cup of tea at the end of a long and busy day.
In receiving a gift from you, the person is giving you a gift – the gift of experiencing who you are and fulfilling who you want to be.
Be careful not to enter someone’s life if you cannot be a gift.
If you have a question or want to book an appointment with me, Alison Wem, for intuitive life guidance, creative therapy or mediumship, contact me Here
This day is just the thing for you. You get a whole day to let the child in you out. You cut out geometric shapes and stick them to brown paper to create the framework of your picture. Painting this picture brings in a calmness many long to experience. Often you gain insight into relationships and life lessons beyond your immediate Soul Family. It is a great way to understand challenges and manage stress in your life.
Price includes a signed copy of Creating Your Soul Map, the first book in the colourful Your Soul Family series.read more
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Carol had gone through a difficult divorce and now lives happily with her dog Buttercup.
Guest author Menaca Joji shares her story of how she came to leave her beloved Sri Lanka and family in search of a safe home. This early experience has shaped the person Menaca is today. After successfully practising dentistry for over 20 years and building a practice in London, she now advises dentists on their client skills and how to build a successful business.
Menaca’s story reminds you that it is often through some of your greatest life challenges, you get the opportunity to meet some good and caring people.
Isle to Isle
I have always had a passion to grow and evolve. Throughout my life, I have been through many ups and downs, enjoying the triumphs, learning from the falls, creating everlasting bonds with many beautiful souls and understanding several life lessons from people who sadly drifted along the journey.
Spending my first two decades in a war zone has encouraged me to value life and think of each moment as a gift! I am lucky to have survived and been able to live this magnificent life, where so many others were not able to continue their journey or had the misfortune of seeing their nearest and dearest drop off at different points in their life.
I am blessed to have been surrounded by so many magnificent and generous people who have helped me to flourish into my current form. Likewise, I would like to think I’ve been a shining light for a few in my path, helping, guiding, coaching, mentoring and most importantly, being there for them to share their joys, wipe their tears and provide a shoulder to support and listening ear.
I am originally from Sri Lanka and as a child, witnessed violence and death as a daily occurrence. In fact, when I was about 9 years old, I was travelling on a private coach with my mother and brother, when we were stopped by a group of people with the intention of killing all Tamils onboard. Luckily, the driver was god sent and told them there were no Tamils on the coach and asked my mother to pretend to be a Muslim. In addition, when I was sixteen, one of my friend’s father was brutally murdered and I still remember the girl’s face when she received the news. Moreover, a few of the boys from my friends and family disappeared, after they were taken for enquiries. I remember one of our family friends was shot dead with a group of his friends at his university campus. Even when I was at university, one of my seniors was burnt alive and the corpse was in a plastic bag as there was no structure left.
Ultimately in 1990, during the war, I was travelling to Trincomalee from Batticaloa and the journey had to be stopped and the bus abandoned due to the fear of danger ahead. I, along with some other passengers, had to walk for ten days through the jungle, journeying at night and resting through the day time so as to avoid being spotted and killed by the military forces.
Till this day, I have shivers running through my spine when I recall how a teacher next to me was injured with a shell from the air raid. That could have easily been me and I thank the graces for saving my life that day. I remember my father’s reaction when I showed up at our front door with fear and astonishment at how I had managed to return home.
I recall the day my friends and I boarded a bus with special permission from the city governor. The bus was guarded and we reached Colombo with no passports, as none of us had any intention to leave the country at that age. We stayed there for three weeks together in a rented house for safety and then left the country, separated from family and friends, going in different directions. In fact, my younger brother and I left the country three days apart to different countries trying to escape death and violence looking for peace and security.
I discontinued my education in Sri Lanka and moved to India. To my horror, when I reached India, it happened to be during the time of Rajiv Gandhi’s assassination. One day, along with my local guardian, we were picked up by the police and taken for enquiry and questioned for a few hours as the telephone agent had informed the police that I was calling to Sri Lanka often.
It was embarrassing and demoralising as a young adult to be taken to the police station yearly and forced to take a HIV test to prove I was not infected. I used to say to my friends;
“In the process of being checked, I hope I don’t catch anything contagious from the hospital!”
I remember taking disposable needles with me to be on the cautious side. I almost developed a phobia to needles through these experiences.
However, I had the good fortune to meet some generous and kind-hearted people in my life. Particularly, I am grateful to all my friends and their families for embracing me into their lives and community. They made me feel welcome and considered me as one of theirs. Thankfully, I am still in touch with many of them and have been blessed with some of the best of friends.
I continued my dentistry course in Bangalore. Though I had a lovely circle of friends, I still yearned for my family – the war was still going on in my hometown. As I had done my schooling in the Tamil language, initially, it was a struggle for me to learn in English. I would sit with my dictionary to understand the lectures and textbooks and over time managed to become familiar with the language. I have a complex even now that my vocabulary and pronunciation in English is not proficient enough. However, I constantly improve my skills and knowledge by reading and writing as often as I can.
I would like to publish this story as a memoir, first and foremost with an intention of remembering my roots, and as a tribute to the many thousands who lost their lives and to their near and dear ones. More importantly, I want the coming generations to understand the hardships their parents and grandparents, in fact the entire community endured to survive and thrive in life. Also, to learn the importance of peace and recognising how war can disrupt a family, a community and indeed a nation.
This is just a part of the story!! I am writing the full story as we speak.
Thank you for reading.
Have you had any similar experiences you would like to share? Please comment below or contact me direct at [email protected]
This is a big life question and there is no easy answer.
Is your inbox filling up with offers for Black Friday. Mine is without doubt. Have I been so click happy all year that I am now on so many email lists that I lost count?
Be a gift to everyone who comes into your life and to everyone whose life you enter. How great would our world be if we each did this. Gifts do not have to cost anything. They can be an act of kindness, a hug when someone is finding life hard, a cup of tea at the end of a long and busy day.
Guest author Menaca Joji shares her story of how she came to leave her beloved Sri Lanka and family in search of a safe home. This early experience has shaped the person Menaca is today. After successfully practising dentistry for over 20 years and building a practice in London, she now advises dentists on their client skills and how to build a successful business.
I am originally from Sri Lanka and as a child, witnessed violence and death as a daily occurrence. In fact, when I was about 9 years old, I was travelling on a private coach with my mother and brother, when we were stopped by a group of people with the intention of killing all Tamils onboard. Luckily, the driver was god sent and told them there were no Tamils on the coach and asked my mother to pretend to be a Muslim. In addition, when I was sixteen, one of my friend’s father was brutally murdered and I still remember the girl’s face when she received the news. Moreover, a few of the boys from my friends and family disappeared, after they were taken for enquiries. I remember one of our family friends was shot dead with a group of his friends at his university campus. Even when I was at university, one of my seniors was burnt alive and the corpse was in a plastic bag as there was no structure left.
I recall the day my friends and I boarded a bus with special permission from the city governor. The bus was guarded and we reached Colombo with no passports, as none of us had any intention to leave the country at that age. We stayed there for three weeks together in a rented house for safety and then left the country, separated from family and friends, going in different directions. In fact, my younger brother and I left the country three days apart to different countries trying to escape death and violence looking for peace and security.
I continued my dentistry course in Bangalore. Though I had a lovely circle of friends, I still yearned for my family – the war was still going on in my hometown. As I had done my schooling in the Tamil language, initially, it was a struggle for me to learn in English. I would sit with my dictionary to understand the lectures and textbooks and over time managed to become familiar with the language. I have a complex even now that my vocabulary and pronunciation in English is not proficient enough. However, I constantly improve my skills and knowledge by reading and writing as often as I can.