tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35428527739037943062018-09-17T01:22:48.301-07:00Living Life Out LoudUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542852773903794306.post-60742401010959938112016-09-22T18:20:00.001-07:002016-09-22T18:20:18.652-07:00

We are all wounded to some degree - both men and women and since I am a female I will speak to what I know of female wounds. We are wounded by a society that doesn’t see the value of what we contribute to society. Women are still paid less than men for doing the same work. Not to mention the fact that women who choose to stay at home and raise the next generation of human beings, which is the

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Who are you? Now, who are you really? Aside from your name and your job title who are you? Being authentic is one of those catch phrases that gets bandied about a lot lately and it seems like we are all trying to figure out just who the hell we really are. Why is that? Well, generally it is becasue we have spent so much fucking time and energy trying to please somebody, or several somebodies

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I've been reading  "Women who run with the wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes and last night I read the chapter about the Ugly Duckling and how it never really fit in anywhere and how this is the epitome of the Wild Women. I was nodding so vigorously my head nearly fell off because that was me. All through my child hood I felt like I didn't fit in. When I was in my teens I was convinced that I

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I bet you thought this blog was going to be about a road trip….. And it is. Kind of. Only the road trip we are taking is one through our sex lives. Part of the fun of a road trip is the journey itself; the scenery, the pit stops,the checking out the random things you see and suddenly must investigate further. Well, sex is just like that and just like no road trip is complete without someone

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I just spent the weekend celebrating my father in law's eighty eighth birthday which involved all his kids, their husband's or wives, various grandchildren and their partners and a few of his great grandchildren thrown in for good measure. It also meant four birthday cakes and who can resist that? I am lucky enough to have a father in law who I absolutely adore and even luckier to know that the

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 So said the Dalai Lama in 2009.  And yet here we are in 2016 with stories of Taylor Swift and Kim Kardashian getting into a twitter spat over whether Taylor did or did not know that Kanye West would be calling her a bitch in his song "Famous" ( which, fyi, I have not listened to and do not intend to). Or we have this delightful woman taking a naked photo of another unsuspecting gym user and

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None of us get through our childhood unscathed. Even if you had the best parents in the world. Even if all the teachers you had were supportive  of your unique take on the world. Even if the religion you followed allowed you to fully express all aspects of yourself. Even if the society you live in was the most inclusive and liberal. You can see where I'm going with this, right? You see

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Sssshhhh! I have a new addiction and it could be getting out of hand. I love my yoni eggs! I currently only have two but have my eyes ( and heart set on) another two... at least for now. I have a jade egg and a rose quartz one and while I love them both I am having a greater relationship with the jade on at present- though I am sure that will change from time to time. I love to have my eggs

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In 1978 I left school and started work for a government department in downtown Auckland, New Zealand. To say I was naive would be an understatement but I was working with lovely people of all ages and ethnicity. One of those was a lovely lady called Taina. Taina had a deep voice  and was often mistaken for a male by people who called in. I didn't think anything of that as I had been mistaken

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Get comfy this could be a long post so go grab yourself a cuppa - I'll wait. Right, let's talk about sex and the energy that gets exchanged during it and where that all ends up. We all know that we are energetic, light beings - well I'm just going to go ahead and see you nodding your head to that and assume you agree. And sex is one of the ways that we connect with others on an energetic level

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Years ago we brought home some ex- battery farm chickens. These chickens had never known anything other than being confined so it was amazing to watch them come to terms with being outside for the first time. In fact two of them didn’t even know how to get out of the box while the other one leapt straight out. It took them a while to learn how to scratch in the dirt and my husband became their

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There are two words that women struggle with; Yes and No.Generally we will say to Yes to anything and No is the word that we really struggle with. I was in the supermarket today and got chatting to the woman waiting in line behind me (yes, I am one of those people that talk to random strangers) and she was saying how exhausted she was as she has had constant visitors for the past month

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Yes, I've been cheating on you again! Today I wrote a blog post for my other site all about the phases of womanhood or the Divine Feminine. Most articles that you read will tell you that there are only three; Maiden, Mother and Crone but I truly believe that this misses out a big part of the picture. Those three aspects are represented by phase s of the moon of which there are four, and by

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Last week I read an article called 10 Things Men Find Unattractive  and I am here to call BULLSHIT! anyone that writes knows that lists, ahh lists, we all love a good list and people will click through to find out just what is on that list. But here is the thing - lists are like this one are full of shit. Some men may find some of these things unattractive and others won't mind them at all. The

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 You may have noticed I'm not posting here as much. Do not despair!  I am still around , still writing , just posting in different places. Yesterday I started writing this piece for my new website ( you should definitely go check it out!)  Daily Self Love Self love is a daily requirement. Just like we need to shower, brush our teeth, make healthy food choices and exercise, we need to

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I have been immersed in Goddess -ness for the past few months. Okay, years, but seriously who is counting? I guess the focus has just ramped up a bit with the creation of my new website and the ongoing birthing of my new program Awaken Your Inner Goddess. Creating the course has been so much fun   ( why didn't anyone tell me that creating an online course was FUN!). There have been days

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"We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas.... Lalalalalala" It is that time of year where we hear the Christmas carols blasting forth from every shopping mall and we are all rushing around buying gifts for our loved ones. Heaven forbid that we forget one of our loved ones! But I bet you do . Every year. When was the last time that you bought yourself a gift for Christmas?

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I have always been a bit of a hippie. When I first left home, at 18, it was to live in a housebus with my boyfriend and travel around the country. When we finally settled down it to live in a house  we built out of nothing in the back of beyond. It was one kilometre to our letterbox over hills and valleys. We had no electricity and I cooked on a wood stove year round.( I still miss that wood

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You can probably guess from my title that I am the Ultimate Queen of Procrastination. I also loathe and detest housework. But a funny thing happens when I have work that I am supposed to be working on..... I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge... to clean. I have come to see this for what it is.... a desperate urge to not be working on what ever I am supposed to be working on. Sometimes I

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Loving yourself is never a one-and-done deal. There is always more of you  to love.  Why?  Because who you are today is different to who you were yesterday.. or last week or last month... or five years ago. Change is the only constant. Our beliefs change. we learn new things and things that we believed years ago, we now realize don't hold true for us any more. Our relationships change.

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Let's face it on any given day we can all be a bit of a hot mess.i know that when I was growing up I thought that by the time I reached X age I would totally have all my shit together. I am 53. I am still waiting for that day. The truth is we are all making it up as we go along. When we were kids it looked  like all the adults knew what they were doing. They knew how to parent, drive a car,

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My hair first started going gray in my late twenties. At the time I was going through a divorce, had just given birth to my third child and started a new relationship with a divorced Dad of four girls. Not only did I start going gray my hair also decided to start falling out, in clumps. Thankfully that trend soon righted itself but the grays kept on coming. Not being one to shy away from things

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We all know that we are supposed to love our body. And we all have that one niggly part of us that we just wish looked better. That spot is different for all of us. For some its their thighs, or their cellulite. For others it is the size and shape of their nose. Still others wish that their butt was bigger or smaller or a tiny bit more pert. And some of us resort to surgery to "correct" the

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Let's face it  we are all insecure about our bodies. Yes, even the super models have days when they obsess about one specific flaw that is undetectable to the human eye. And it seems the pressure just keeps mounting. We are supposed to be wafer thin, hairless with well defined arms and abs and the perfect, tight ass, long legs and gorgeous, pert breasts. Now, it seems we are also supposed to

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