A method to my madness

I have my own peculiar way of accomplishing my goals.

My ‘style’ is pretty much the way I cook – a few things on the stove, all coming to the boil at the same time. And while it may seem random to any onlooker, I choose to do the tasks I feel ‘inspired’ to do, rather than those that ‘need’ to be done. What’s amazing is that things fall into place for me far more easily this way. In fact I accomplish far more than anyone would expect of me. Yeah I know it sounds weird, but it works perfectly for me!

I admit I’ve often questioned myself about why this not-so-traditional way even works. My parents were extremely hard working and always put duty before pleasure. And even as I tried my best to emulate them, I could feel myself slipping into doing things in a seemingly disorganized fashion

Well I finally figured out the other day what it is that really makes me tick. And it seems to make perfect sense in the light of my understanding of how Law of Attraction works.

I think I am one of those happily creative people who find the beaten track rather boring… which is why I find myself constantly coming up with creative ways of doing things.

So when I start with the tasks that I feel inspired to tackle, I feel a certain satisfaction creep up on me. This makes me feel more inclined to attempt the next chore that beckons – and that then fuels me to go on to the next task at hand. I believe it’s Law of Attraction that is creating the momentum for me and helping me find other jobs that are equally interesting – or more importantly, aspects of the job that I find stimulating. It is this happy momentum that gets my energy moving and keeps me cheerful and enthusiastic.

In this somewhat pleased state, I am probably free of resistance (because I am doing the things I ‘want’ to do, rather than what I ‘have’ to do) and therefore not only eager and energized but also more receptive to the Source within me – call it soul, if you will. That makes me receptive to the next inspired action,  and the next and the next. I often find that when I am in this mode, circumstances and events seem to line themselves up to make my job easier.

Now, had I to pick the first task that duty insisted I do, I may not have been such a happy camper and I would probably approach the next task with the same sense of obligation.  Pretty soon I would become resentful about ‘having so much to do’ and not enough time for myself. Fortunately I rarely have days like this, and when I do they are few and far between.

My family has long stopped questioning my peculiar style of doing things. I think they’re secretly grateful that I am the best patient they know, who does not allow her paralysed arm get in the way of her happiness – or in the happiness of any one else around her.

They are hugely appreciative that I insist on harnessing my ‘ability’ rather than my ‘disability’ and pleased with the satisfaction I seem to get, cooking some tasty meals, tending to the plants in our backyard or pursuing many other creative exploits. They are relieved that I don’t ask them to do many of those tasks that appear mundane to them.

But most of all, they’re pleased that I’m pursuing my own happiness and not getting in the way of theirs;)


© 2018  G.A.I.L

Beneath the shell

I went to a Catholic school run by nuns who were passionate about what they believed. Our class had a majority of girls and one day when I was in second grade my teacher at the time, Sr. Margaret posed a fairly straightforward question.

‘Who,’ she asked, looking around the class with a smile, ‘would like to be a nun when they grow up?’

Serious as I was then, I considered the question carefully. I knew that Catholic nuns did not marry and I could not see myself without a family of my own.

I must’ve wondered how many others would be in the boat I was choosing to sail in – ‘cos I looked around hopefully. And to my utter dismay, I found that all the girls in my class had put up their hands eagerly and I was the only one who had not!

I had no wish to be the odd one out, so rather reluctantly I put my hand up and hoped Sr. Margaret would not catch me in the act of ‘lying’ as it seemed to me at the time.

Many years have passed since then, and class reunions track our individual journeys over time. As it turns out, just one girl from that class actually did become a nun. Most of the others got married and less than a handful chose to remain single.

When I look back on this incident I am impressed that I knew my own mind so clearly even back then. I was absolutely clear about what I wanted, even though I did not have the confidence to stand by my beliefs. I cannot say that my parents had the most ideal relationship either, so it was not as if I was reaching for something tangible that I could easily emulate.

I was certain at the time that I wanted the cosiness of my own little nest, even though I had not worked out the details. More than the actual ‘lie’ I felt guilty about that day, I was probably far more guilty of short-changing myself by buying into the opinions of others. This unfortunate trait of caring how others perceive me dogged me for a lot of my adult life, until I finally began to see the light many years later.

I now realise that it’s none of my business to worry about what anyone thinks of me. They have a right to their opinion and I do too. And if I have to choose one opinion over the other, I choose mine;)

I see no point holding myself in bondage over the opinions of those who cannot or may never be able to understand me. That in itself is truly liberating!  And now that I’ve discovered this little nugget, ‘the world is my oyster’!

© 2018  G.A.I.L

Messengers come in all shapes and sizes


A few months ago I was pottering around the backyard and talking to my sister on the phone about starting a blog. She was the one who had suggested it to me nearly two years ago, but I guess I wasn’t quite ready then.

Now though, the idea seemed crisp and clean and I found myself eager and excited. (Metaphorically speaking  I was only just opening a long overlooked mail.)

As we ran through the nitty gritty of what blogging would entail, something caught my eye and I had to pause.

‘Hold on a second’, I said ‘I’ve just seen a beautiful butterfly and I simply have to take a picture.’

And right enough, before my very eyes, sitting in the window sill of the shed in our backyard was one of the prettiest butterflies I’d ever seen.

Afraid that it would fly away, I pulled out my phone and hurried to get a snapshot of whatever I could manage. It didn’t help that my hand was shaking with excitement and with the effort of adjusting the brightness and trying to zoom it in at the same time. At that point I really wished there was someone else around with steadier hands who could take the picture more effortlessly.

A minute later to my utter surprise and delight, my son happened to come in and I could not believe my luck.

He took the picture I wanted easily enough, while the butterfly basked in its new found modelling experience and my sister waited patiently at the other end of the line.

‘Who knows’ she quipped as we resumed our conversation ‘you could be writing about this butterfly on your blog.’ I chuckled at the idea, not really taking her all that seriously.

Butterflies are supposed to be associated with spiritual growth and later that day as I looked at the picture of our co-operative little friend who had posed so willingly for us I wondered if he might indeed have had a message for me.

I know this sounds downright weird. But my often quirky outlook on life is the turning point for me – when the ordinary turns into something quite out of the ordinary.

On a sudden impulse I turned the picture upside down and  found myself looking at a somewhat quirky looking owl.

More than that I noticed what seemed like two upturned palms, seemingly at odds with themselves because of their positioning, yet united at the same time by a sort of web. I like to think of this as ‘Unity in Diversity’ with matching frequencies finding a common harmonic with the other. That’s the way I see human relationships work … we co-create in so many ways and at so many levels. I knew then and there that this was going to be my logo.

When I think about it, I figure the Universe was indeed delivering me a message on the wings of a butterfly. And it wasn’t because I was extra special, but because I was open to receiving (happy as I was, chatting eagerly with my sister about something that had my juices flowing)

Who would’ve thought a tiny butterfly could’ve delivered a message I was able receive so clearly!


I figure I was just ready…


© 2018  G.A.I.L


A Tale of Two Cars

“The Universe knows the perfect timing for all those things you want and will find through the crack of least resistance the best way to deliver it to you”  – Abraham

Now that I’m beginning to see patterns I’m no longer thrown off balance by unexpected situations. I just see it as an opportunity to figure out what I had as a basis of my vibrational point of attraction, so to speak.

I’m what you might call a ‘post-manifestational’ expert. Oh sure I’d much rather be a ‘pre-manifestational’ expert, but I’m working my way towards that goal;)

A couple of years ago I was driving down the road on my way home from a routine appointment with my doctor. The traffic ahead of me was rather heavy, and it was hard getting into the right turning lane (of a two way street)  because I was at the narrow part of the road near the kerb that forms the shoulder of the right turning lane. As I squeezed past, the side mirror on my left bumped ever so slightly against the car to my left.

I was horrified at the ‘thunk’ I’d just heard and pulled over with a sinking heart. The lady in the other vehicle got out and began examining her car. She was middle aged and I could see she was extremely matter-of-fact. I got the impression that her world was black and white – there were simply no shades of grey. I was in deep doo-doo for sure!

To my utter surprise, there did not seem to be any damage whatsoever on her car. She examined it very thoroughly and I did too, a feeling of relief flooding in by the second.  We suspected that the only reason there was not so much as a scratch was because both our mirrors had probably bumped against each other only very slightly. That would account for the sound we’d heard but with no corresponding damage.

I suggested she turn on the car to check her mirror – so she did, and the mirror glided back and forth smoothly without complaint. The lady however was like a dog on a bone. She insisted on seeing my license and in true inscrutable Asian spirit, took down every detail carefully and meticulously.   And then we parted. Thankfully I never saw or heard from her again, so I assume she never had any further cause for worry.

I couldn’t help noticing though, the manner in which this lady conducted herself. She was perfectly civil, yet subliminally accusatory. At one point she even asked me how I was even driving a vehicle when my arm was paralysed. It was obvious that she was not aware that vehicles could be modified (and mine certainly was) and that I had in fact, a clean slate as far as driving was concerned. I thought she could’ve been a little more understanding and see it as a minor miscalculation on my part and not a case of gross negligent driving.

Anyway, a few months later, I was out doing my weekly grocery shopping. I parked my car in the parking lot, took my little folding shopping trolley and got busy running all the errands I had to. I was in this peaceful zone of having a lot of things to do, yet feeling that I was accomplishing everything I had to – slowly and steadily, even finding the time to pop into a store nearby that had a clothing sale on.

After an hour or so, I got back and as I approached my car, I witnessed the most incredible sight. A lady was trying to manipulate her car into the parking spot beside my car, but misjudged the distance. From the angle I was approaching, I could only watch in helpless amazement something I was powerless to control.

I heard the grating sound and watched the horror of the driver’s face as she realised what’d just happened. I could only empathise with her, thinking that her discomfiture would only be compounded, knowing that I happened to be the owner of the vehicle she had just bumped into. I walked over to her rather compassionately, knowing that I was not going to give her grief over the infraction I had just been privy to. I tried to allay her fears, telling her the damage may not really be as bad as she thought, but she didn’t look very hopeful.

When I went over to check out the damage, I could not believe my eyes. There was not a scratch on either car. We soon surmised that her front bumper had engaged with the rubber mud guard of my back tyre – which accounted for the sound, but nothing else.

She was an older lady and I saw no reason to torment her any further, by insisting on taking down her details, so I didn’t – and all was well.

When I looked back on these two incidents, I realised how the second incident had manifested as a result of my vibrational offering and therefore my point of attraction.

As a result of my encounter with the Asian lady and her clinical handling of the situation, I had vibrationally been asking for more understanding and compassion, feeling quite strongly that I would’ve acted differently had I been in her situation.

And so, on a day when I was in the most alignment with myself (feeling peaceful and content with life) the Universe created a perfect demonstration of everything I had going on vibrationally. I got to witness a similar contact of cars. This time though, I got to play the role of the ‘victim’ but with my own perspective which enabled me to show the kindness I had so wanted to receive.

For me it was more than that. I got to experience firsthand something I had suspected but not had actual proof of – that the Universe actually does do a fine job of creating a reality for each of us through our individual path of least resistance.


© 2018  G.A.I.L



Drawing on a whim

When I was a kid, I once drew something I thought was pretty good. To my surprise (and chagrin) my teacher did not share my opinion and actually made fun of it.

My feelings were terribly hurt and feisty as I was then, I was quick to retort, ‘Can you draw any better?’ Fortunately it was in private and not in front of the whole class.

Over the years I’ve often thought about sketching  but never got down to it for one reason or another. Life happens… we get busy with parenting and other things and often dreams fall by the wayside. In my case, my right arm became paralysed after my surgery.

But strangely, I soon discovered a certain resilience I never knew I possessed. Some might call it foolishness, but it did not seem to bother me.

I decided I was going to try drawing with my left hand.

So I looked up a picture on the internet that I liked, and copied it free-hand.  I am always appreciative of artists who translate images they see in their mind’s eye and put them on to paper and I couldn’t help feeling grateful to the unnamed artist who had created this particular piece.

Needless to say, I was super thrilled with my efforts! Had I not attempted sketching, I’d never have known I was even capable of doing so with my non-dominant hand!  I suspect  my paralysed arm had  metaphorically opened a door of sorts and I’m pretty sure I’m going  to walk through that door often – and with gay abandon!

Art or not, here I come…


© 2018  G.A.I.L





Abraham speaks in a language I understand.

I was intrigued when I first came across the Teachings of Abraham a few years ago. There was a feeling of ‘coming home’ that I couldn’t quite explain at the time. It was only later that I understood what was happening. It was sheer resonance – plain and simple!

Much of what I was learning from Abraham Hicks was what I had suspected at a personal level, through my life experience. For example, it seemed illogical to me that we were born to live – often to someone’s expectations and then eventually die.

In my opinion, there had to be a more satisfying reason for living rather than simply ticking off the boxes and treading the fine line between duty and responsibility and making the best of everything in between. I was searching for answers and would find myself drawn irresistibly to spiritual books. Many teachers offered answers that were pretty interesting and mostly reasonable. My favourite for many years was Dr. Wayne Dyer.

When I finally stumbled upon the teachings of Abraham I was intrigued. Everything suddenly began to make perfect sense to me.  I came upon their wisdom only four years ago yet it feels like I’ve known them forever!

I guess I’ve got a frequency going that enables me to tune into what they teach so I’m an eager student in that respect. They have many book titles, but Ask and It is Given has to be my favourite. Everything is explained so very clearly and the basic tenets of any religion come to life under the sound and consistent Laws of the Universe.

Our destinies are never cut in stone. Not only does Abraham patiently insist that we create our own reality – they also explain how we do so, thought by thought. I find that absolutely fascinating! Everything depends on our perspective and our focus. All of us have far more creative ability than we realize, to create a more joyous life experience for ourselves. Ask and It is Given has many practical processes that I think are simply invaluable.

I listen to many Abraham Hicks recordings on You Tube as I go for my walk or do some chores around the house. And when my kids ask what I’m listening to I tell them quite simply, “I’m getting my ‘Hicks Fix’…”

I probably sound like a junkie but it’s perfectly true – that’s what keeps me high and happy:) I won’t deny it – I’m getting so many of the answers I was looking for! I find it particularly thrilling each time I recognize a pattern to the way things manifest and I am able to witness for myself how everything fits together.




© 2018  G.A.I.L

Christmas Tree Pavlova


Christmas Tree Pavlova

Last Christmas, I felt inspired to tweak the classic Aussie Pavlova into my own wacky version – A Christmas Tree Pavlova.

The meringue base is traditionally round, but I decided to shape mine into the rough outline of a Christmas tree. For good measure I also coloured the mix green – both the base as well as the whipped cream topping.

I then took the liberty of decorating my ‘tree’ with coloured candy (rather than fresh summer fruit) and used a bar of chocolate as the tree trunk.

I’d come across some easy-to-make Strawberry Santas on Pinterest only a few days before, so I simply had to try ‘em out. I made six little Santas, easily enough … to guard my little creation;)

The result was pretty satisfying. The kids fell upon it in glee and my nephew claimed it was the best Pavlova he’d ever eaten.

I reckon candy speaks louder than fruit;)


This is the recipe I used:



  • Egg white 225 mls
  • Castor sugar 1 ½ cup
  • Cornflour 2 tsp
  • White vinegar 1 tbsp
  • Vanilla essence 4-5 drops
  • Green food colour

Topping: (Prepare only after meringue base has been baked and cooled.)

  • 600ml Thickened cream
  • 4 tsp castor sugar
  • Green food colour
  • Mini candy

Using an electric beater, whip the cream and sugar until light and fluffy. Set aside  5-6 tablespoons for the Strawberry Santas.

Then add the green colour to the rest of the whipped cream


Whisk egg whites with an electric mixer until soft peaks form. Add the sugar slowly, one tablespoon at a time, while beating constantly at medium to high speed. Continue until all the sugar has been used up. The consistency should be thick and creamy. Make sure that the sugar is completely dissolved, by rubbing a little between thumb and forefinger. If the mixture feels gritty, beat some more until smooth.

Mix cornflour, vinegar, vanilla and green colour until just combined.

Preheat oven to 120° C. Sprinkle some cornflour on a sheet of basking paper to prevent the meringue base from sticking. Then spoon the mixture and shape into the rough outline of a Christmas tree. Bake for 1 hour until the base appears firm. Allow to cool completely before transferring gently to a serving plate (preferably rectangular).

Use a flat spatula to spread the whipped cream topping evenly over the meringue base. Decorate with mini candy and use a rounded bar of chocolate to form the trunk.


Slice the bottom of the strawberry so it has a stable base. Then slice horizontally across and put a bit of white whipped cream between the halves. Use mustard seeds for the eyes and add a bit of cream on the pointed part of the strawberry to form a pompom on the cap.




© 2018  G.A.I.L