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Here in Australia, today is Anzac Day. It is a remembrance day to commemorate all Australians and New Zealanders who have served in wars. 

It got me thinking about war. As a human being, we all "know" war is horrible. It is painful to read about it or watch it on the news - it is the manifestation of human beings so filled with pain and suffering. At the core of it, it's not a mystery. Hurt people, hurt people. 

Fighting a war with another war - doesn't work. 

War is the manifestation of coll...

I didn't know what to expect when giving birth. I also made sure I didn't want to hear about other people's experiences as it may subconsciously program my mind with unnecessary fear and angst. 

I intended to have an amazing delivery. 

John and I didn't do any "antenatal" classes with the hospital - instead, we opted for Calm Birth and chose The Life Pod by Lauren Falconer as the facilitator of choice. Till this day, I am filled with awe and gratitude.

Calm Birth was recommended by the extrao...

Quite a confronting headline right?!

Don't get me wrong - I love Motherhood... and I love the opportunity of being a Mother - I love how I'm growing and learning... and I love the honour and privilege it is to contribute to another human being's experience of life. 

It is not the best thing in the world. It is not the only thing in my world. AND I love being a mother to Avery.

I see Motherhood as an expression - as a way to understand and practice choosing to live from Love over Fear.

When I...

Our bodies hold all of our emotional memories.

Especially memories with a high emotional charge - Both positive and negative.

Emotional memories with a high positive emotional charge are great when they can bring a smile to our face, some warmth and comfort in our hearts, and they remind us of the awe and wonder in life.

Emotional memories with a positive emotional charge are not so great when we use them as a comparison point, or we are constantly seeking to replicate that state of mind and ...

My parents never really enjoyed being parents. 

They wanted the best for my brother and me - and they loved us, as best they could. 

They had generational wounds of abandonment, rejection, and unworthiness. 

My mum grew up without a dad. She fell pregnant with me as a 20-year-old Catholic young adult who escaped Vietnam with no family - to a young adult male she barely knew. 

My dad grew up feeling unloved and lonely. His parents weren't around - he too was a refugee escaping Vietnam in sear...