Sometimes we make ‘thinking’ mistakes about the mess in our lives.
That thinking can cause more damage than the mess itself.
That thinking can bring the living of our lives to a halt.
Mess is just mess, problems to sort out, and move through. But if we mistakenly think that mess is a reflection of something negative about ourselves, i.e. we make a detrimental judgement of ourselves based on the mess, then we increase the risk of shutting down our capacities for resolving the mess and instead replace it with shame. Shame shuts us down and we get stuck.
It has taken me a while to see this folly clearly and to consciously move through it. Years ago, whilst living in an uncaring, unhealthy relationship, I changed from a confident, independent, professional woman to a frightened, confused shell of my former self. I shivered within but pretended to the outside world that I was okay whilst at the same time withdrawing from everything that supported me, nourished me and reflected who I truly was. My thinking stalled me (for a number of years) and the mess worsened. Eventually, I responded to what I was doing to myself, disconnected from the relationship and slowly reconnected with affirming activities and people.
I run a small and hopefully nurturing life writing group for women. Writing our stories and voicing them allows us to explore and experience deeper and bigger definitions of ourselves. Being part of a nurturing and accepting group also offers each of us affirmation and the possibility of ‘hanging in there’ when our lives slip into mess.
I suspect no one avoids periods of intense mess in their lives. We can slip into it in the blink of an eye. Many of us think we are the only ones in a mess. This is not true. Mess happens. And when it does, it’s important to stay actively connected to people, groups, and activities that affirm who we are.
We are not the messes we find ourselves in. We are the person that others like, that others invite into their lives, that others call on the phone, that our dogs love, that our neighbours say hello to, that people recognise on the street, that others care about. Be that person and ways to navigate through each mess will become clear. Judge yourself negatively on the basis of the mess and know that it is not the mess that has done you in. Your thinking has.

Over the years, my relationship with wisdom within has become more direct; my ability to recognise the interference of my conditioning more astute; and my courage to follow thoughts I previously discarded greater. Insights from wisdom within can come at any time, but in my experience can be cultivated through conscious journalling, whether that be to nudge my ‘mouse in a wheel’ thinking aside, to see the pervasiveness of a deeper belief in my life, or to explore new frontiers of understanding. Below, I offer a few pointers to help women use personal writing to become more conscious of their innate uncontaminated stream of wisdom, the source of all positive change and true liberation.
kitchen, I am reminded of the coffees I used to purchase in cafes before COVID 19. Purchased when life was driven by the next client, the next meal to shop for, the next swimming training for my daughter, the next chore to be done, the next, the next, the next. Forever chasing the ‘next’ was normal and purchasing a coffee was my daily ‘reward’.
Next to the breadbasket is my mother’s old Kenwood Chef. Years before, I had sequestered it to make bread after being inspired by my ex baker neighbour. Unused, it has sat on my kitchen bench like an ornament reflecting something I didn’t actually live. In my mind, an aperture of clarity appears. I see that the habitual impulse to keep doing the ‘next’ takes me away from being present. Of simply listening to the here and now things I could do with what I already have in my home, of the here and now things I just need to do in my workplace, and of the here and now presence I can bring to my relationships and friendships. Instead of my habitual impulse filling up my mind with things to do, I realise I can pause and allow my mind to open up to what wants to come forth from within.
I know that the mediator to all experience is my thinking. Pre COVID 19, there was enough ‘wiggle room’ awareness of what I was hosting in my mind to let go of ‘angsty’ thinking when it arose. But things are different now. With the COVID 19 restrictions, I have lost those nurturing, interactive moments that effortlessly ignited positive thoughts to warm my heart and maintain my proximity to inner contentment. Now, my public and sometimes working life ‘living landscape of people interactions’ is more often tense and abrasive. Without the everyday ‘softer touch’ people interactions, my ‘wiggle room’ has silently departed and my mind has meandered into the wilderness.
Last night my daughter and I went to see the feel-good movie, Little Women, at a feel-good venue,
Whilst eating, a warm-hearted young lady came by selling tickets as part of the cinema’s fundraising efforts. Every night, for the duration of the summer program at 4 cinema outlets, volunteers sell tickets, run the food and drink outlets, distribute beanbags, show the film, clean up and probably much more than I am aware of. They are amazing and their generous spirit makes a huge difference to the feeling that permeates each screening. This young lady went on to tell me that she volunteers three nights a week at two of the outlets plus she volunteers at
Some time ago, in a mentoring session with a client, the client broke down at the thought of a family member’s unthinking remark. What I initially brought to that moment was what I have seen about the innate existence of wisdom in us all and how it played out in that scenario. The activity of innate wisdom is my slice I have seen deeply. Other West Australian practitioners most probably would have responded differently based on their own deep insights.
Before understanding gravity and its influence on planets and tides, ancient people thought the planets were pushed around by angels and that supernatural forces governed the tides. People’s thinking was out of sync with the natural phenomenon of gravity. And from that thinking, misaligned behaviours followed. Ancient peoples, not understanding the earth’s rotation and movement of the planets, used to light fires on the horizon to attract the sun back each day. They were afraid it wouldn’t return.
There is one point at which the path diverges, the path to the right taking a more meandering journey closer to the lake’s edge, whilst the one straight ahead melds through a grove of beautiful ghost gums. I always take the path to the right because I think that path is the longer route. Whilst my daughter believes the one straight ahead is the longest.