Every morning as we wake and greet the day we have another opportunity to start afresh, do not wait for that perfect moment, make that moment now, act now, do what makes your soul sing and your heart happy. Every new day is an opportunity to make the choice to be happy, share joy and love upon our favourite humans and furrkids. Make a difference, whether its in your home, your workspace or helping out someone in true need of your compassion and care. Start the class, the art project the reno, book the bucket list trip USE THE GOOD CHINA AND SILVERWARE! Celebrate the breath in your lungs the beat of your intense heart and the creativeness you harbour in your head. Life is for living and experiencing fully and we waste it away by not being authentic to ourselves and the world, we hide to fit in and thats a soul destroying act we fall into in our need to please others, the only person we must please, the only person we need to compete with is yesterdays self. Respect your being by having boundaries in place firmly and show others we are strong we are beautiful in our uniqueness and that we matter as much as the next person and mutual respect and support is a must. I struggle with many issues after a tumultous not always favourable life. I got through two bouts of adult cancer, manage a complex chronic pain issue thats rapidly limiting my lifestyle and at 50 found myself in a major distressed state, emotionaly unstable and fending off the creeping insidious thoughts of not wanting to be on the planet any longer, those thoughts motivated me to seek help, Id fought for my life twice against cancer and dying wasnt on the dance card. I was rudely awakened by the lack of understanding or empathy when i presented at the public hospital and was turned away because a nurse didnt think I was capable of doing myself in, my GP was no help as she could only try a series of failed medicines, many making me more ill than the diagnosis I was soon to earn. The real help came from a personal friend and spiritual leader, as she reigned in my craziness and chaos and sat with me as we meditated every week, it took me a very long time to master the art of a quiet mind and as the sessions and homeworks progressed I noted a distinct honing of my intuitive senses as I started to recover the true Shona Leigh, the little girl who'd been abandonned, abused, called crazy or too much, the girl who suddenly discovered she was adopted, the girl who became the target for the wounded woman that was mother, another scared beaten little girl battling her own demons and drink who turned her rage and fruztrations upon an awkward teenager not built to handle the physical and mental torment everytime the father was away on training camps.