Making My Soul Sing

After quite literally months of procrastination I am finally here. I have wanted to be here for a long time, but I have finally got out of my way, pushed past my demons of fear & rejection & well, here I am.

I actually have no idea where to start.

What to write.

I’m not sure at the moment if I’m even concerned about people reading this right now, I just need get started.

I wanted to have somewhere I could just write freely, uninhibited. My initial thoughts were to document my journey of transformation. I guess mostly spiritual transformation but I have now realised that this spills over into my “other” life. Some may call it real life. I feel like its my wrong life at the moment. I mean, who decided to plan out our lives for us? Go to school, learn what is set out by (middle aged white men in generic suits by any chance?), then get a job to pay bills that you will continue to accrue until someone else decides you can retire & hopefully enjoy life before leaving this shell. I mean, who decided this? And why? Why the fuck are we all buying into this?

A slight digression, but my point being I want to not think about my “work” as a job, I want to wake up & be excited to help people. To serve. To do what makes my soul sing. I do not want to feel like a caged hamster on a wheel – I want out of this daily grind. I want to truly LIVE. Why the fuck should I work my ass off until a ridiculous age when I’ll probably be too broken to enjoy it. I want to live now. And that is where this blog begins. I am probably making myself accountable to writing it all down here. But I want to write. As well as serve, heal & assist others in their journey.

So who am I?

A weirdo according to the mothership. She asked me a couple of weeks ago if I actually thought I was normal, because clearly I am not & did I like being weird?

Amazing.

She laughed so hard. I’m happy with weird.

Some background – I am a nurse, qualified in Liverpool in 1997. I have had a varied career, from maxillo-facial, prison service, custody nursing, marie curie & currently community nursing. But I am broken. I no longer have any love for this job. Physically (& mentally), I cannot do this for another 15 months let alone years.

I have had an interest in all things weird for a long time. From witchcraft to the occult, reflexology to reiki, crystals to channelling & everything in between. Having experienced a number of different, or alternative healing modalities I am convinced that mother nature has all we need. I am not writing off modern medicine by any stretch of the imagination, it does of course have a place. I will discuss this again. I have dug deep on my journey. I have gone to very dark places, but without the dark how do we know light exists?

So, why am I writing this blog?
I have found my healing journey to be amazingly, brilliantly, fucking painful. The highs so high I struggled to come back to earth. The lows so low I felt cocooned in the bowels of the earth, trudging through sludge.

I will write honestly, from my heart. You may think I am writing bollocks & that is fine. I ask that if you visit this blog that you come with a kind heart.

And so, to my journey of transformation from nurse to healer & life coach, while I develop my own healing modality & eventually setting up my own business & working for me.

I feel I have rambled on.

I have so much to say.

Here’s to making my soul sing!!!!!

In love & gratitude.

Dj