Henry Ford made the comment “you are what you think” many years ago, long before it became fashionable to actually believe the statement may hold some truth. And right now as I sit typing one-handed because I am trussed up like a roast chook, I am pondering what might be the emotional underlying cause of the physical manifestation of my bung shoulder and subsequent useless right arm? It’s an interesting, if not somewhat controversial topic to ponder, the link between the physical and emotional dimensions of self.

Just over two (2) years ago now, I embarked on a solo journey; a journey that has brought many surprises along with opportunity to learn and grow. I was unhappy in a stagnant relationship and was restless. I felt there had to be more to life and I wanted to explore. I don’t know that I particularly had a plan for my future; I just knew I wanted it to be different. So off I went in search of ‘all the things that would make me happy’ only to discover, ever so profoundly, that the only tangible change that occurred has been with me!