My spiritual journey......

So as a child my mother encouraged me to try automatic writing, which I did, and got they most pretty curly handwriting of a little girl who lived in our house at the turn of the century..... her name was Belinda, she had passed from consumption and here is a photograph of her that the man in the flat downstairs had, which I managed to get hold of, and am pleased to say now have on my wall.

Growing up in the top flat of that beautiful house was one of the biggest loves of my life and I don't think there was ever a day that went by that I wasn't grateful to be living there. I was so proud that I used to rattle my keys extra loud as a teenager as I went in so passers by could see that I, the little ruffian, was going into this amazing house with a beautiful Magnolia tree in the front garden that people would often photograph.

Having a sense of humour has always been very important to me and when I first heard the word re-incarnation and was told what it meant I remember without any hesitation saying 'Oh yes, I have been here many times before' which felt so natural to me and has always been a non-negotiable truth in my life.

With a spiritually inclined mother discovering her pagan and wiccan path as I was growing up and my father being drawn to self development and Eastern beliefs , I found myself in the middle with my bag of Runes and a rebellion towards anything new age or hippy or joining groups.

So I stayed very solitary in the spiritual sense and always knew it was a lonely path, as I was taught, the higher you climb , the fewer there are.....yet that has changed it the last few years ! Hasn't it!