jeni starfish

Not just another year...

What kind of year has 2008 been for you? If it was a colour, an animal, or a state of being, how would you name it?

For me, 2008 has been rainbow coloured. And of course you can’t have a rainbow without both sun and rain.

It has been a cat – sometimes kitten-like, soft and purry, yet often roaring, power-possessed and more than a little scary, like the wildest of lions.

And it has been ALIVE.  Good ALIVE, in the sense of happy, joyful and mostly present. And not so comfortable ALIVE in the sense of challenging, gritty and “just you listen to me then as I throw you another obstacle to avoid or build another hurdle for you to scale ...”

Not a year to ignore.

Not just another year.

A year that won’t come again.

A year of lessons learned and of growing pains. 

A year with some regrets, perhaps? And also so much to take pride in.

As you contemplate the good, the bad and the ugly of this year now passing, you can sigh with some relief that it is almost over and you can smile with great appreciation for all that it has given you. You can look ahead to new beginnings, possibility and potential. Each day is a new start and January 1st 2009 is another new day. Begin well, and claim your golden year to come.

 

Leaving you with my favourite photo from my great nephew's  christening which took place on Sunday.

Entitled simply: Great Gran and Charles William 

 

In the days that are to come, may you benefit from the wisdom of your years and the trusting innocence of the child ever present within you. 

Wishing you peace, love and joy, now and always.

Come out of the shadows

I want to share with you some words from an amazing woman I am working with at the moment. Like all of us she is on her journey, and seeing with fresh eyes how miraculous her life is and can be. She has begun to write poetry as a way to reflect and make meaning out of her growing self awareness and she brought these lines to our work together today. They touched me and so I asked for her permission to offer them out to the world, as a gift to you, dear readers. She said YES, which is really the only possible response to your life. So here they are...

Come out of the Shadows and into The Light

When the voices right beside you

hear distant through the haze;

When your smile is numb to your tips

yet firmly fixed to your face;

When your body moves slowly

through life like it’s in sand;

When your heart beats blood

only to survive on land;

When you’re at your lowest ebb

and even death you don’t dread;

That’s when you are forced to choose.

Choose to shed the burden of non-emotion;

To start to feel a life devotion;

To let your senses live again;

To engage your body, soul and brain.

Choose to live

Not to exist

Turn your face to the sun

Feel the lift.

 

Amanda

December 2008

 

And yes, I do know that jeni starfish ranges from the ridiculous to the sublime. So does life. In fact, it is the whole joy of life, so I make no apologies for it.  

Thank you, Amanda, and thank you to all my truly amazing clients who inspire me more than they could ever guess.  

starfish breaches national security - impossible!

So I was gridlocked in the centre of Leeds just now for the best of part of an hour, trying to find my way to Bewley's hotel, where I was due to meet the ever charming Bobby Gill, who had agreed to initiate me into the mysteries of Facebook. (Poking? What, please?)

In anticipating those joys I had quite forgotten the equal and opposite terrors of traffic and rush hour in a city such as Leeds (I live in a very big village, or at least that's how York feels) so I was by turns frustrated at the gridlock and then suffused with gratitude that I so rarely have to suffer it. But, said suffusion notwithstanding, I admit that by the time I had circled that start-of-the-motorway bit three times trying to locate the hotel car park, I was well back into frustration mode.

I finally drive into what I believe is the car park and no...something odd here. Just doesn't feel like a hotel car park. The door to the lift to Reception has one of those key code pads. I call the hotel and they sound a wee bit puzzled but try to describe a door which manifestly does not have a key code pad. I am beginning to char-broil with frustration. Thankfully, at that moment someone opens the offending door and I slip through.

And the lift is also key coded.

Who do you appreciate?

Marion Ryan (lawyer of attraction) does not only design great blogsites, she also has truly great ideas and her most recent one is a blog in which she invites the world to celebrate 2008 as it blends into 2009. I've posted on it (and tearfully got through a whole box of paper hankies whilst typing away) and I noticed the other day that it is gathering momentum as more and more people add their bit. Seems it may have been the worst of years and it has also managed to be the best of years for so many.

Go take a look and cheer yourself up by posting about what YOU appreciate. Of course number one on the list must be the irregular ramblings of jeni starfish, that's a given dear ones. After that, feel free to honour whatever you will in your life that makes you truly grateful. There will be a whole lot more than you realise.

Hankies at the ready though...

Click here...

Appreciate 2008

  

Celebration tree

I am officially getting into the Christmas spirit, much earlier than usual. Tomorrow is card writing day and I have a plan. It is foolproof and involves roping my mother into writing her own cards at the same time whilst our dinner is cooking (she is visiting me tomorrow) and not being allowed to eat until we have done them! We both like our food (especially a sunday roast) so that is one BIG incentive. So look out for post from jenistarfish if you are on her Christmas card list and yes, it just may be the first year in around two decades that I have actually succeeded in getting them out before Christmas Eve. Phew!

And I got my tree today! A tiny little table top one to go in my tiny little cosy home. It is a growing thing of beauty in a red pot and I got talking to the nice boys at Pextons (the best hardware shop in York..there is NOTHING they do not sell or cannot source!) about what a pity it is that we don't have a festive tree all year round.

And yes, you guessed it. The gently rebellious child in me (WHAT has got into me lately?!) said well, why ever not?

Are you living right now?

The reason I am down in Ealing this week (apart from to visit toyshops and let my inner child out to whoop around - see previous post) is that I am play-working with the lovely Marie Taylor on our Living Right Now brand.

We are mostly finishing off our book and preparing some rather delectable reflective activity cards, both of which will be available this side of Christmas or in the New Year.

2009 is going to be a great year for both of us as we start to see the impact of Living Right Now on all those gorgeous, successful, creative women out there who become part of our new community.

If you want to take a look at our offering and are yourself one of those gorgeous women, or even if you are a gorgeous man who is in touch with his feminine energy, then you can  click below, enjoy the post and jump off from it to explore our new site.

The Wisdom of Women

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Spell it out

Today I went into a toy shop in Ealing and bought coloured wooden letters spelling out my first name in full (Jenifer) which I am going to affix to my bedroom door using blutack. There are two serious reasons behind this apparently frivolous purchase.

Reason number 1.    My mum is always going on at me about how I call myself Jeni not Jenifer and why do I do that? when she went to the bother of choosing not only a very beautiful name for me but also enlisting my sister's help in deciding on the single "n" because they both knew I was going to grow up into one of those awkward types who like to be pretentious.

Reason number 2.    Whilst I know which room I sleep in, my cats are clearly confused since they keep trying to sneak into my bedroom and use it as their own boudoir even though they DO know it is out of bounds for cats. I think with a little clarity and signage they will get the message. And if not, it's back to the cheap cat food for them.

OK.

I admit it.

The real reason is I like toyshops.

And my inner child is utterly uncontrollable right now.

Tears before bedtime, Jenifer...