by Glotime | Aug 4, 2017 | Featured, GloWellness
Do you believe that living a life of abundance, joy and fulfilment is everyone’s birthright? There is an art to abundance that you can learn, or rather, become. It isn’t about empty affirmations that you don’t really believe, but about being abundance – because your life is a reflection of your inner world. If your heart and mind are at peace and in joy and love, then your life will be filled with people and situations that bring those same qualities….
So how does this happen? Here I share with you in 7 steps, the art of living in abundance – drawn from over 30 years’ experience as a spiritual teacher, healer and energy practitioner:
- Your gifts and talents.
Each of us has something unique to offer, through which we can express our core being. You can never be anyone other than yourself, so to manifest your dreams, know your innate strengths and weaknesses.
- Heart over mind.
Train your mind to serve your heart. Make all life choices from love, not fear.
Follow your passion, and true abundance will flow naturally to you.
- Empowering the intention.
Bring a mindful awareness and energy to what you are doing to achieve your goals and dreams. Whatever you truly seek, you will find.
- Letting go of valueless.
The project you are working on must bring beauty and sunshine.
Now please ask yourself, at every turn, does this bring peace and joy? Whatever you do,
is an extension of your essence.
- Change your life script.
Consciously change your negative thought programming, and your life will begin anew.
Remember that you get what you are, not what you want.
- Perfect balance in life.
When we respect ourselves, we respect life, because we are a manifestation of Life.
We understand that to bring our lives into balance is an act of love.
- Love the life you live.
Love whatever you do, even the most mundane of tasks. Love your life even
when it is not easy.
What if everything that happens in life, happens for you, and not to you?
Deep inside you, you have the capacity to transcend all known difficulties.
In times of utmost challenge, still know that life loves you.
Revisit your dreams and goals on a regular basis. They need nurturing with love, and need energy to grow and manifest. Sit in meditation and see and feel your dream unfolding, and surround it with the empowering energy from your heart, that we call love.
Every day, continue to keep your body radiant and your mind bright. Eventually, this practice becomes part of your life. This is the Art of Abundant Living.
Jason Chan
www.lightfoundation.com
www.theinfinitearts.com
https://www.facebook.com/jason.chan.100046
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by Gemma Thomas | Aug 2, 2017 | Featured, GloWellness
As the mother of two kids and a thriving twenty year old, I feel I am qualified to comment on the recent activity around the much publicised concept that Breast Feeding is the most healthy option for baby.
Well of course it is, but with this sort of pressure on new Mums who are already expected to give birth naturally, perhaps in a birthing pool, without any form of pain relief (as it is purportedly bad for baby bonding), and then blissfully breast feed whilst singing early songs of learning and running a business from home. Well, completely ludicrous and virtually impossible.
I know that in many third world countries and primitive societies, women are surrounding by many other females who massage the Mum who has just given birth, nurture her, support her with breast feeding and bathing the baby, and allow her to have ample sleep to be able to cope with the anxieties of new motherhood.
So in our supposedly civilised Western World, where does the support come from? I clearly remember twenty years ago when pregnant with my first child attending a local National Childbirth Trust pre-natal class. I was completely intimidated by the woman who was running the classes, as she had given birth to five kids, had breast fed them all and was still a size 8 or less! She had the body of a child herself, which made me feel like an elephant as I had gained over four stone throughout the pregnancy.
She was also married to a very wealthy man which gave her access to nannies and home help, which was not available to me in those days with my meagre salary and that of my husband’s which just about got us by each month. We were both teachers.
I remember the discussions then about gas and air being acceptable but any other pain relief being quite taboo. A life size baby doll was passed around and instructions of how to latch the baby onto the nipple was also provided. What they don’t tell you is that it is like having a major metal vice clamped onto your breasts when the baby starts to suck, and I have never been into that sort of pain.
When I eventually gave birth I had gas and air followed by an epidural, and was fortunate enough to still give birth naturally, although it was touch and go at the end, with the ward full of doctors and nurses standing by to do a C-section if needed. Fortunately, I was young and strong and managed to push the baby out myself after the epidural had worn off.
It certainly did not affect my bonding with my daughter who I fell in love with immediately. But I do know that every case is different.
As my default position is ‘guilt’ probably stemming from my Convent upbringing, I was determined to give her the best start in life, and had decided to breast feed no matter what.
The first few days as the milk was coming in was the most difficult, because not only was I not prepared for the complete exhaustion and lack of sleep, but when the hormones kicked in I felt weepy and completely unable to cope.
My daughter was not a good sleeper by nature and still isn’t, and so I had the added disadvantage of a constantly crying baby and one that didn’t seem satisfied with the amount of milk I was providing.
After several days of struggling I finally managed to breast feed fully, but had already topped her up with a little cow’s milk which I was told by a self-righteous breast feeding friend that this had defeated the object. But I had to otherwise I don’t think I could have breast fed at all.
I also developed a very painful breast abscess after a couple of weeks, and had to be put onto anti-biotics, but was told the baby could continue to feed on the other breast. Ouch!
I was fortunate that as I continued I was blessed with oodles of milk which continued for a good year, even when she started eating solids (and no I didn’t cook all her meals from scratch or feed her just raw vegetables), and in spite of the ‘nagging’ from the holier than thou ‘Breast is Best’ brigade, feel that I did my best, even though it was not perfect.
In defence of other Mums who have found breast feeding impossible for a multitude of reasons, I have observed that they have managed to bring up fit and healthy kids, and formula fed babies often sleep a lot better than breast fed ones, giving both Mum and Baby a chance of real bonding without one or the other suffering from exhaustion.
They can also put on weight much quicker than breast fed ones, which is another stigma as you attend the humiliating weigh-ins with other Mums at the clinic. My daughter always came in a couple of pounds short of the ‘average’, which was another unnecessary pressure and completely unjustified.
So what I am trying to say is that as long as it works for you, we all know breast milk is loaded with antibodies and nutritious benefit, but if you are finding it impossible, don’t beat yourself up, because zillions of human beings who have been ‘deprived’ of this initial benefit are leading perfectly normal healthy lives and if we take the pressure off the Mums, perhaps more will find it a perfectly natural way of feeding baby without the judgement that exists in our Society today.
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by Gemma Thomas | Jul 27, 2017 | Featured, GloWellness
When I used to watch my Grandma iron away in her kitchen when I was a kid, she seemed to enjoy the weekly grind with a great deal of ‘elbow juice’, which was her way of demonstrating her worth as a housewife.
Her role then was to bring up the kids, do all the cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing. But even back then it seemed to me that ironing was more of a ritual that took place at a set time or place and once or twice a week, and one she could enjoy as she listened to The Archers or chatted to the Grandkids.
Now, with the fast turnover of clothes, many of which are non-crease and non-iron, it almost seems to be an outmoded pastime, especially in my circle of working Mums. A very close friend of mine discarded her iron as far back as University, proclaiming that it was a sexist activity that should be banned.
Now two marriages and four kids later, she still does not possess an iron, and when a working colleague of her husband’s visited for a weekend from the States and dared to suggest that he needed a shirt ironed, was marched off to the nearby laundry to have it done for him.
I am not that extreme, but do own an iron, and only pull it out when I am in desperate need of an outfit to be decreased which is rare these days.
I never iron sheets or pillowcases and if anyone comes to stay, let them know that they are clean but could be slightly creased, so far having no complaints.
Another friend of mine has recently confessed to revisiting the ironing thing and actually enjoying it. She urged me to have a go and tell her if I really did hate it as much as I imagined, and that she used it as an escape technique where she could de-stress and reflect on the day with a calming effect on her wellbeing.
I agreed to experiment with this newly found form of meditation, and was quite surprised to find out that I actually quite enjoyed the experience. It was not so much the chi energy as the actual satisfaction of seeing previously discarded garments given a new life, and the luxury of sliding into a bed with unusually fresh smelling sheets and pillowcases the same night.
So am I a convert, not really because I have quickly slipped back into my old ways, and my excuse still is ’I have better things to do than slave over a basket full of ironing’.
I am also feeling that housework is fast becoming the new physical workout, and that can include ironing if done properly, especially if you use a steam iron on a hot night! I don’t ever believe it will replace yoga or pilates, but could certainly add to the fitness regime.
So perhaps it could become my secret guilty pleasure, so that instead of doing my daily meditation, I could combine it with ironing and make it the ultimate multi-task. After all, isn’t that what we are famous for?
Sorry my feminist friends.
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