I cannot believe it; my last blog was in August last year! Time flies, doesn’t it? My 2020 blog postings were very productive with plenty of inspiration. On the contrary, my 2021 posts turned out to be a bit quieter, not as I had thought it would though. As I look back, the lack of posts is disappointing and a bit annoying and I must confess that I feel like I have let myself down over the last few months. But the thing is, despite the fact it may sound like the perfect excuse, I have been busy with my crafts. I have had to channel my creativity into that direction, as plenty of fairs were planned. 2022 is here and the push is back, words cannot wait to be released. I want to write, I need to write, I deserve to write.
I have been trying to make my mind up on what I should be writing about on my first 2022 blog. It hasn’t been as easy I thought. Leaving my blog aside for so long has made me a bit rusty. Nothing that a cup of tea cannot cure. There we go, the smell of freshly brewed tea has awakened my inspiration. It is pretty overcast out there, hence my good friend the candle twinkling away embracing the hustle and bustle of my words.
We have heard it so many times, we have read it countless times, we have said it in numerous occasions: home is where the heart is. Somehow, I could agree to disagree. I do prefer my own version though: home is where your soul finds peace. How often we do forget to look after our soul. Life is a busy madness of never-ending useless commitments, life is full of ridiculous chores which require immediate attention, life is a fast-paced race towards what society claims to be needed. How often we do make emphasis on the matters of the heart. Love is all you need. Love brings you happiness. Love will keep you going. How often we do ignore the fact that our soul is restless, is troublesome, is simply unattended. Once one fully understands the importance of having a happy healthy peaceful soul there is no way back.
Not that long ago, as I was unpacking some of my belongings, I came across some old photos of me. Having a look at them, I realised how abandoned my soul had been. It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul, I couldn’t agree more. Those pictures highlighted a sad soul, an empty soul, a very unhappy soul. My aura was nothing but dull, lifeless, gloomy. The focus of my life had stuck to trying to find the dream job, the perfect partner, the right path to follow. I had lost sight of where my soul was heading to. I had overlooked what was important to my soul. I had disregarded the peace my soul was crying out for. I had been wandering on the path of my existence as a mere soulless being. If it had not been for those images, I would not probably have been aware of the importance of my soul being at peace.
On my first trip back to Catalonia after having moved to Ireland, one of my aunts pointed out to my mum that I look different, that my eyes had a special sparkling shine, that my aura was full of life. Her words made me smile, however I did not pay much attention to that. In fact, I had completely forgotten about it until the day a few boxes with my stuff arrived, which my parents had stored for me. I could not believe my eyes, the words of my aunt rushed to my mind: my soul had changed! As if a gigantic bucket of shiny sparkling twinkling glitter had been poured over me. My soul had finally found peace.
Pictures are great to determine if our soul is well looked after. They capture the essence of the aura so we can have a glimpse. In my case, they made me realise how much I had ignored the call of my soul. Life has its ups and downs, days can be tough sometimes, nights may awake those old gremlins of mine, but my soul has eventually been able to treasure moments of peace.
As I am heading to my five years anniversary in Ireland, my next blogs will be a tribute to the Emerald Isle and its uniqueness where my soul has found those moments of peace.
Jay Cee Moon ©