How many jobs do I really have? – A day in the life of a stay at home Mum who works from home

How many jobs do I have? Hmm…let’s see.

My paid work that I do from home is  that I co-run not one, but two businesses with my sister in law. A spiritual healing business (psychic tarot and medium readings, reiki healing, teaching psychic development and tarot), and a publishing company (writing and publishing both our own books, as well as others’ work). That’s my paid work, and while it is most certainly real work, it’s still not seen as being real by some due to the nature of it.

Now, to my unpaid work-the work so many people unfortunately still see as being ‘not a real job’. Here we go- here’s my list of my ‘jobs’ off the top of my head (which, mind you, I do 24 hours a day):

Parent, counsellor, teacher, mediator, cook, cleaner, housekeeper, early childhood educator (I actually do have several years experience and qualifications as both an educator and centre director, so this is helpful), driver, shopper, nurse…

I’d say that currently I have 10+ jobs.  There are likely some people out there still questioning this, and rolling their eyes saying something like, “yeah right, ok”. Let’s elaborate then, shall we?

Right now I have a heap of work waiting to be done, and clients waiting on a response. My laptop is open on my desk and everything is ready to go- it has been since around 9.00 this morning. There is a pile of washing that needs to be done, but I put it off this morning because I had to make sure my four month old’s bottles were made up before my client arrived for her session at 10.00am. I would have made them up earlier, but I didn’t want to be late dropping my toddler at daycare and my eldest son at school. Once I got home from the drop off, I quickly made up said bottles, did the dishes from the morning’s breakfast, and cleaned up the lounge room which looked like a bomb had hit it (no bomb- just a toddler). No sooner had I finished doing that, my client arrived.

At approximately 12.00pm I sat down to start doing some work, and bubs decided it was time for another change and feed. Teething, mixed with hunger and lack of sleep from earlier in the morning (being woken constantly by her almost two year old brother) meant that a simple bottle and nappy change took longer than expected, and so I ended up spending around an hour on the couch before she fell asleep. In between all of this, I managed to answer some phone calls, pay some bills, and keep a close ear out for noises outside to catch our dog from barking and waking her up. Oh, and I also got to go to the toilet once or twice and grab something to snack on.

Oh wow! It’s already 2.40pm and it’ll be time to go and collect my eldest from school soon. If I’m lucky, I might be able to squeeze in a bit of work before I do that, or maybe I should sit down for five minutes and read one of the many books I have sitting there that I can’t wait to get into. No, wait. The washing. Oh, and that phone call I need to make to the bank. Oops, and I forgot that we’re also out of formula so I must go to the supermarket before I pick up the boys, otherwise I’ll need to drag them all with me (not fun).

OK, so it’s now 4.30pm and I did manage to get around forty minutes of work done (sporadically however, in between re-settling bubs). To me though, that is productive, as it’s more work than I managed to get done yesterday. Bubs is having an extra long sleep, and my eldest son is hanging with friends, so I’ve been able to get a little more done than usual. Yay for me! I even got to hang out that load of washing… must be on a roll. Ah.. I spoke too soon. I can hear that familiar sound of bubs waking up. Time to go for now.

It’s now 10.00pm and I finally have a moment’s peace. But let’s rewind shall we, to earlier in the evening: It’s approximately 5.10pm and I’m standing at the stove, trying my best to concoct some sort of nutritious and tasty dinner with what we have left in the fridge because the grocery shopping needs to be done. I have my toddler screaming at my feet because he wants to ‘help’, bubs is crying because she conveniently wants her bottle, and my teenage son complaining because he is grounded, and therefore, bored. To be honest, part of me zones out at this point, and I do this to save my sanity (and from laying on the floor myself and having a tantrum). I end up picking my toddler up so he can help because it’s easier than tripping over him every five seconds, and so now, I’m cooking one-handed, all the while making sure his little helping hands aren’t getting burnt or cut.

Half an hour later, and dirtying many more dishes than I usually would have, I’m finally able to dish up our dinner. Toddler is screaming again because he wants his now; not in five minutes when it has cooled down enough that he doesn’t burn his tongue. Bubs has decided that she doesn’t want her bottle now- she just wants to play, and so I sit on the floor with my dinner, while entertaining her at the same time. My phone is ringing but I can’t answer it right now (don’t people bloody know it’s dinner time?) Needless to say, I had a cold dinner; what was left of it anyway, after toddler decided that my identical dinner was better to eat than his. That’s ok though- I kinda lost my appetite with bubs having a poo explosion anyway.

Right, into the bathroom we go, and it goes something like this:

“You need to keep the water in the bath…No, Gracie doesn’t want to drink the enormous bucket of water you just threw in her face… Get off her, you’re too heavy…that’s not funny- now Mummy’s saturated!”

I lift bubs out of the bath before she gets smothered by her brother,then call out to teenager: “Brendon can you stand here for a sec while I grab towels? Make sure your brother doesn’t drown.” I’m now even more saturated and have dropped water from one end of the house to the other, and so when I hear toddler screaming, I’m soon told by teenager that he wanted to get out and he of course ran for his life, slipping on the water and whacking his head on the hallway wall. Is it bed time yet?

Ok so it’s only 6.15 and it feels like 9.00, but bed time is at least in sight, PJs are on, and it’s time for our 208th viewing of Frozen. Thank God for Frozen. I manage to get the dishes done while teenager continues to try and bribe me into lifting his grounding early. He follows me, complaining how bored he is while I clean up the food from the floor, wondering if toddler actually got any in his mouth. I have to stop cleaning up because toddler has decided it’s fun to push his sister with so much force in the bouncer that she might get brain damage. Frozen is on, remember? C’mon!

My phone rings again and it’s my teenagers Dad, so I answer it and end up having a forty minute discussion about his behaviour (by the way, this is fun to do with a toddler and baby wanting my undivided attention). So, the cleaning up has to wait til later. 

7.30 and toddler is ready for bed. Usually he would toddle off to bed happily with Daddy at this point, but he is on night shift this week, so it’s all me. So here I am, sitting in our bed (not his, of course) with bubs in my arms having a bottle, and toddler laying next to me having his. I won’t go into details, but trying to get a baby and a toddler to sleep at the same time, without them waking each other up, isn’t fun. It’s even less fun when toddler keeps deciding he wants to get up, or ‘help’ me get bubs to sleep. It’s around 8.30 by the time toddler falls asleep (which I’m pretty happy with, considering), so I sneak out like a ninja with bubs in my arms, praying to God she stays quiet just got a few seconds until I can leave the room. She does… Success!

So, back to where I am now at 10.00pm. After several attempts at getting bubs to sleep in between either the dog or her oldest brother waking her up from being noisy, she finally went to sleep around thirty minutes ago. I’ve spent that last half an hour cleaning up (again) and I even contemplated doing some work, but I don’t want to risk making any noise in case she wakes up- plus, I can’t concentrate because I’m thinking about all the stuff I need to get done tomorrow. I make a quick list so I don’t forget any of it, and get my PJs on and sit down.

I take a few moments to wonder just how I managed to get through the day with my sanity still in tact. I thank the universe for giving me such amazing children and a patient heart and mind. After a few deep breaths, I get that book out that I’ve been dying to keep reading, but then put it down again just as quickly. Nope, I’m too tired, and bubs will be awake in a couple of hours for a feed. Nigh-nighs time for me!

This was an average day for me, aside from hubby being on night shift (usually he’s home to help out during dinner, bath and bed time) but it doesn’t make it any less crazy! There are other things I haven’t mentioned here, such as when the kids are sick, if my teenager has a meltdown, or trying to keep appointments; not to mention those days where I actually do get some work done! 

I dare anyone to tell me that “all I am is a Stay at home Mum” or that I don’t have a real job. While my jobs (plural) bring me oh so much joy and I wouldn’t change them for the world, I work bloody hard every day and night, with rarely any opportunity for any resemblance of a break. So, next time you hear anyone mumble similar words, perhaps ask them if they’ve experienced it for themselves. Until anyone has had firsthand experience of being a stay at home parent, they have no idea what it’s really like. In my opinion, anyone who thinks parenting full time is a ‘breeze’ or that it’s ‘not real work’ needs a healthy dose of STFU (look it up if you don’t know what I’m getting at). And, for those of us full time parents who also work from home, I don’t know about you, but these judgemental, ignorant fools can kiss my arse! We work harder and much longer hours then anyone else, and our main job is unpaid. Enough said.

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A letter to my Soul Sista

For those of you who aren’t aware, I met my Soul Sista Jess through her marrying my little brother, and we both now co-run Soul Sistas Healing & Guidance– a beautiful spiritual community on Facebook. Our common interests and life experiences drew us together to commence this journey of spiritual enlightenment side by side.


Dear Jess, 

It has now been a few years since we began this journey together, but it feels like so many more, and that’s because we both know that we’ve been on this journey for so, so much longer throughout our past lives. The connection that we have with one another is like no other friendship I’ve had before, and you are the sister I never had. 

We understand each other, and I am very grateful for that. Often, I needn’t even say or do anything, yet you know that something is up, or I’m in need of a listening ear from someone who really understands me. I love that we can be completely honest with each other with absolutely no judgement, but only support and love. We can talk for hours and it feels like minutes; something I can do with very few people in my life.

What you may not know Jess, is that while you may be younger than me, I look up to you. You exude the calmness and rationality I need when things seem chaotic. You tell me the truth when I can’t seem to see it for myself. When I’m not feeling myself, all I need to do is have a chat or a visit with you to remind me who I am. 

Jess, I just wanted to share this with you to let you know that I appreciate you. Your strength, your courageous yet kind nature, your generosity, your honesty, your sense of humour, your spirit, and your friendship. You are my Soul Sista, and I love you. I can’t wait to see what the rest of our journey together in this life brings!

Lots of love,

Christie xx

Connecting with Spirit: It’s all about trust 

Everyone has the ability to connect with Spirit- everyone. We all come from the same place, so why wouldn’t we all be able to?
Unfortunately there are some psychics or readers out there who would have you believe that only certain individuals are born with this gift, but it is simply not true. People that preach that they are born with it and that no one else can learn to connect with Spirit, or are not the ‘real deal’ are sadly mistaken. Yes, you are born with it; everyone is, and it’s not a matter of learning to connect with Spirit, but rather, remembering how.

It’s actually quite surprising that it would even be suggested by anyone that only a select few people are able to have this connection- especially by someone who is providing these types of services to others. In saying that this is a gift that can’t be accessed by all, it would imply that some people are more worthy of others, or that spiritual connection is a rare gift that only certain individuals are granted access to. Hardly sounds fair, does it? Anyone who has been able to remember how to have this connection should be encouraging as many people as they can to do the same, not glorifying it as some gift that only they are special enough to have. So please, if you are ever told anything along these lines (especially by a psychic or similar), please just ignore them, because they are likely not very informed on the matter.

Having said my piece on that, now let’s get back to the fact that each and every person not only has the ability to connect with Spirit, but are connected and always have been. So, let’s elaborate on the term Spirit. Connecting with Spirit encompasses so many more things than you may even realise. I’m talking about any and every entity that is what we refer to as Spirit, including our loved ones who have passed, loved ones and members of our Soul Group from this lifetime and past lives (including those from incarnations on other planets), Angels and Archangels, Ascended Masters, Spirit and Animal Guides, God and more. Spirit is not just limited to our loved ones who have finished this lifetime on earth, but so, so much more.

So, you might be wondering now, “just how do I do this?” The simple answer is, it’s all about trust. You would have already been receiving messages from Spirit, but perhaps aren’t recognising them, or thinking that these things are just part of your imagination. We each have different ways of receiving messages from Spirit; similar to the way that each person learns in a different way. For example, some people learn best through hands on experience; others find it more useful to read a book. It doesn’t mean that these people learn any more or less; just that they have a different way of soaking up the knowledge. The same goes for Spirit connection, with the only difference being that you’re not learning to connect, you’re remembering how to make sense of your connection (because remember: you’re already connected). You just need to figure out the best way to do this that feels most comfortable with you.

Some common ways that you might be receiving messages from Spirit (and perhaps don’t even realise you’re getting them):

  • Synchronicities (such as seeing number sequences or things just happening at the right time)
  • Physical signs such as coming across feathers, coins, or familiar scents
  • Hearing a song on the radio or TV that reminds you of a loved one or gets you thinking about something
  • Seeing ‘movies’ or images in your mind
  • Hearing thoughts, words or names in your mind
  • Sensing that Spirit is around you (a sudden change in temperature or getting the shivers)
  • Seeing orbs or flashes of light out of the corner of your eye
  • Ringing in your ears
  • Electrical equipment or lights ‘playing up’
  • A sudden urge to write or create something that’s seemingly out of nowhere
  • Dreams

These are just some signs that Spirit is connecting with you. How many of these have you disregarded as ‘coincidence’ or your ‘imagination’? If you knew that all or most of these occurrences were Spirit communicating with you, would you think or feel differently about it?

spirituality Let us remember also that it’s not just messages you receive from Spirit. They hear you too- your requests for assistance or guidance, your prayers, gratitude, and love. You may also be receiving healing, strength or courage at a time when you need it most. The list is endless really, but what’s important to remember is that whatever it is you need, Spirit are there to support you. You might not receive what you need at the time you expect, or it may come in a different way, but rest assured, things will always occur at the right time, and with your highest good in mind.

So, always remember this: you are, always have been, and always will be connected to Spirit. Whether or not you choose to pay attention to and acknowledge this connection is completely up to you, but it will always be there regardless. If you choose to be consciously aware of this connection, the most important thing you can do is to trust. Trust that the signs and messages you’re receiving are real, and have faith in the fact that you are very much supported on your journey. Once you’re able to truly trust in this connection, everything else comes naturally.

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Something needs to change 

Ever since I heard the news of yet another precious child being found dead, I can’t seem to get her off my mind; another innocent young soul’s life taken away too soon at the hands of another. Why is this happening so often, and why are these children not being protected from such cruelty?

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I wrote a status just the other day, venting about what I’d seen on a news report about this child’s death. When I read the report of what had happened with this child, it saddened me and made me angry, as I’m sure it made many people feel. But as I scrolled down and read some of the comments people had made, I became frustrated at the ignorance of some of the words I was reading. People coming to their own conclusions about what had happened, making disgusting comments about her parents, and all this was before anyone had any idea who was responsible.

Of course, now it has been found that the stepfather was responsible for her death, however, it doesn’t change the fact that these people were being so careless with their words. The first people that I thought of when reading these comments were this little angel’s family. Nowadays nearly everyone has Facebook, including children. I couldn’t help but think of those poor family members (aunties, grandparents, her sisters etc)  who likely saw everything that was posted. I wish people would consider the feelings of those that love these lost children before commenting so irresponsibly. This is not the first time it has happened either- every single time a child has lost their life, people are very quick to jump on social media and accuse people or put their two cents in, long before any details have been confirmed.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that so many people are very much for the death penalty in these instances. While I appreciate that society is angry about these children losing their lives, I wholeheartedly disagree with these people who say “bring back the death penalty”, and simply because I feel that being put to death would be the easy way out. These people need to be held accountable for their actions and be forced to spend the rest of their lives in prison, living with what they’ve done. This is just my opinion, however. Obviously, locking them away wouldn’t make the pain any more bearable, and it won’t bring back the child the families have lost, but neither would the death penalty.

Far too often nowadays, we are seeing innocent children being abused and worse still, murdered, and it seems to be happening more and more lately. It’s heartbreaking and leaves most of us confused as to how someone could possibly harm a child. Particularly for those of us who are parents ourselves, it really does hit a nerve and personally, makes me sick to the stomach. Any crime against a child is just incomprehensible and gut wrenching, to say the least.

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I can’t help but wonder however whether this is a sign to awaken humanity to what the real underlying problem may be. In my opinion, not enough is being done about these children that are in environments that are potentially life threatening; not to mention the emotional, physical and mental damage that so many children are at risk of. While I appreciate that child protection do investigate most reports (I have experience dealing with them, both professionally through my work in early childhood education, and personally), unfortunately regulations and funding limit what can be done in these situations.

The government needs to step it up and provide more support for those working in the field to allow them to do their jobs properly, which is what they’re there for: protecting children from harm. The other side of this is from the families’ perspective. Where is the support and intervention if necessary; not only for the children, but for the parents/extended family? Why do these situations continue to go unnoticed until something tragic happens?

Reports to child protection need to be taken seriously and action taken if a child is at risk of harm- whether it be physical, emotional, sexual or neglect. If people in their living environment have a history of domestic violence or drug use, the family should be monitored closely, and in particular, are current drug users, something more needs to be done.

In addition to this, there needs to be way more direct support for these families; in rehabilitation, in parenting and respite, and in how to deal with challenges such as drug use, violence, and mental health issues. It’s not good enough to just have ‘support services available’ for these families. In most instances, they aren’t going to go out of their way to reach out and get help, because of their state of mind and mental health. Where children are involved, intervention is required, and other family members need assistance too, in order to properly monitor and support them. If our children are going to be kept safe and these senseless deaths of children stopped, this is my ‘two cents’ on what needs to happen.

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Why me?

This is such a commonly heard question, isn’t it? “Why me?” I bet you’ve heard it from many people, and have likely even asked it yourself more than once. You can just picture it: palms held up towards the sky, or someone’s head buried in their hands, and you can just feel the frustration, the anger, the disappointment or grief as you or someone else asks that question…

“Why me?”

Of course, it’s not a great feeling to go through these events that have you asking that question, and more often than not, when you feel like asking it, you’ve probably experienced something quite serious, like a relationship breakdown or getting sick. It might also be due to losing someone close to you or having gone through some kind of trauma.

Then again, a lot of people still ask the question time after time when little frustrating things occur such as losing your purse, or locking yourself out of the house. It’s a common reaction to life’s challenges and most of us have done it. Why, though? And who are you asking?

I dare say that most people would be directing it to the universe, or God, or whatever higher source you like to refer to. In a way, your question is directed in the right place, because that’s where you originated, but really, the person you would be better asking that question of is yourself. After all, you are the one who planned your life, before you were even born.

You are probably now asking yourself, “but why would I plan to have this stuff happen to me?” Well, to put it simply, these experiences are how you learn and evolve on a soul level. What use would it be coming into this life (or any other life) and only experiencing joy, excitement, and pleasure? It may sound nice, but what would you learn? Not that much.

Even on a conscious level, we all need to experience moments that cause us pain, heartache, sadness, frustration and so on, in order to grow and learn. How else would we be able to share wisdom with others, or empathise with another person about an experience, if we hadn’t been there ourselves? If all we did was experience the happy times, we wouldn’t really be living, would we?

So, what about those of you who may have experienced more than your ‘fair share’ of challenges in this life? You may have been born with a disability, lost a child, or been the victim of abuse, for example. You may wonder why on earth you would plan such things for yourself. As hard as it may seem to believe, you did plan these things, and for a very good reason.

Before we decide to incarnate into another life, we plan everything out. Everything including where we will live, who our parents will be, our siblings, friends, the relationships we will have, and even any illnesses or traumas we will experience. Every challenge that we come across in our lives was carefully planned out, in a way that will help us to accomplish the learning that we set out to achieve; and the very reason we decided to incarnate back on earth.

An example of this may be that you planned to be born blind. The learning will vary from person to person, but it may be that you chose this as one of your challenges in order to really understand what it’s like to experience life with your other senses, or to provide inspiration to others on a similar path. The examples are endless, but you can guarantee that no matter the experiences you have chosen for this life, they are all significant, and all serve a purpose in your soul’s evolution. The more challenging it is, the more important the lesson.

Not only do you plan your own life out, but you also do this in consultation with others that have incarnated with you. So for example, if you decided to be born to an alcoholic mother, you both would have agreed to this together; each of you gaining wisdom and growth from the experience on a soul level, and working together to help one another evolve. Knowing this may help you to appreciate why certain people have a place in your life and what role they play. It might also allow you to understand those people in your life much better; knowing that they too have their own plan to carry out.

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So, next time you find yourself asking, “why me?” a more appropriate question to ask might be “what am I supposed to be learning from this?”, or “how can I use this experience to help me grow?”. Once you’re able to embrace this concept, rather than try to push against it or feel as though the universe ‘has it out for you’, you’ll be in a much better position to live your life fully and with true purpose.

This is me

I thought I’d start my first blog post by telling you a bit about me. To be honest, to describe myself would take a whole novel (which I will write one day), and there are so many different aspects to who I am, that it wouldn’t be possible to sum it all up in one blog entry.

I have quite a few different passions (some might say too many, and to that I say “pfft”) and have finally found what truly makes me happy, after many years of feeling as though something was missing.

Let’s start with my family. I’ve been married for three years; and been with my hubby for six years. There is a massive story about out journey together- both before we got together and our triumphs and challenges throughout. This, I’ll save for another post, but let me just say that we were clearly meant to be in each other’s lives for many significant reasons, and while it took me a long time to understand it, our challenges are a lot of the reason why we are so strong; both as a couple, and as individuals.

My eldest son Brendon was born in 2003, and is a very sensitive, kindhearted soul. He has started high school this year and is going through puberty, so you can just imagine how much fun that has been! He has had his own battles to face, including adjusting to his Dad living on the other side of the country, understanding what it’s like to be in a blended family, and being a victim of bullying, but I believe this is going to hold him in good stead to be able to help many people when he is older. I am often in awe of his resilience, and his ability to maintain such a kind and loving nature.

In 2013, my little heart warrior was born. Nate was five weeks premature (just like his older brother), and just ten days after coming into the world, had open heart surgery. This was hands down the most frightening experience of my life; that gut wrenching feeling of not knowing whether my son would survive. Nate has changed my life in many ways (again, long story) and I am so proud to be his Mumma.

My daughter Grace decided entered the world in May this year, and I truly believe that she is the same soul that I miscarried in 2012; deciding that it was finally the right time for her to be part of our little family. Grace is a spitting image of me, and our bond is one that I can’t quite describe in words.

So, as you can probably imagine, I have my hands full with a teenager, a toddler, and a little bubba, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Yes, they test my patience at times, like all kids do, but that’s just part of being a Mum, and I am blessed to have such an important job.

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Now that I’ve introduced my little family, I guess I should tell you a little about me. After all, if you decide to follow my posts, you’ll likely want to know what types of things I might be writing about. I’ll try and keep this as brief as I can, in order to give you a kind of ‘snapshot’ of me, and so that I don’t end up writing a whole novel here!

I’m 36 years young and as I’ve said, my life has been interesting so far to say the least. My Mum gave birth to me when she was just eighteen years old and we lived with my grandparents for the first few years of my life, which explains why I’ve had such an amazing relationship with them. I live five minutes away from my Nan now and I feel my Pa around me and my children all the time (he passed in 2011). My Mum and I have had an interesting relationship over the years, and it was actually in the moments that my dear Pa was in hospital just before his passing that Mum and I rekindled our relationship. Our bond has grown ever so strong since then, and I am so pleased that we are once again as close as we used to be.

I struggled emotionally for many years with my estranged relationship with my father. It wasn’t until recently that I finally made the decision to cut ties with him, after too many years of disappointment. I met my father for the first time when I was thirteen years old, and tried tirelessly to form some kind of relationship with him, but ultimately decided that it was better for my emotional and mental wellbeing to let that hope go.

Among many other things, something I feel very strongly about is raising awareness for mental health. I’ve had my eyes opened to quite a few varying mental health issues; both personally through suffering anxiety and depression for many years, as well as having post natal depression after the birth of my eldest son.

I’ve also watched loved ones work through other mentally and emotionally debilitating illnesses including psychosis and post traumatic stress disorder. Sadly, I have also lost a loved one to suicide. While I have a few females in my life who have suffered from depression just like me, the majority  of major mental health challenges I’ve seen have been in significant males in my life. Needless to say, this is why I’m so passionate about this cause, and in particular, encouraging our male society to feel more comfortable in expressing their feelings.

My work- well, that’s a long story-both with how I got to where I am now, and the fact that I really can’t sum it up in just one title. I believe that the work I’m doing now is what I was born to do, and every role I’ve ever had in the past has helped me reach this point, therefore I have not a single regret about the varying experiences my working life has provided me over the years.

For several years I studied and worked in early childhood education, and absolutely loved my position as director of a small long daycare centre. The beautiful relationships that I formed over the years- with staff, families and children made my work just that much more rewarding. While I am still very passionate about early childhood education, my position meant that I had to spend way too much time at work, and after the birth of Nate, I decided to resign from my position and become a ‘stay at home Mum’. Even now, almost two years later, while I miss working with children, I know that it was the best decision I could have made.

It was shortly after I miscarried in 2012 that I began to write, and that very first piece I wrote about my life so far had me bleeding the words onto the pages. I felt liberated and free after letting my story out. After that, I felt compelled to keep writing and put together some articles as well as some books that have now been published. Through my writing I began to understand that there was a much bigger force in play with life itself than I had ever realised. This is where my spiritual journey began.

From then on, I researched, I studied, and I read; about the universe, past lives, the Other Side, spirit guides, tarot, Angels, life. The list goes on, and for anyone else who has experienced an ‘awakening’, you will know exactly what I mean when I say that the information just couldn’t be processed quickly enough. I couldn’t get enough, and I just wanted to keep learning more. I wanted to know so much more about why I was here, what my purpose was, and what life meant. And so I did.

I was taking to my sister in law one day and it just so happened that she had been experiencing similar things. Everything we had each experienced in life so far, and all the spiritual ‘knowledge’ that we wanted to gain was so in sync that it was eerie, and so we decided to start up our own Facebook community so that we could share our learning journey with others. This is where Soul Sistas Healing & Guidance began. Soul Sistas Healing Logo 2014

As we began to explore ‘all things spiritual’ we wondered if we had this ‘gift’ that everyone talked so much about. As we were both studying the Tarot during that time, we were already practicing reading and giving guidance to others, and so we thought we would have a go at trying to connect with Spirit. We were gobsmacked to say the least, when we found that not only could we connect with people’s loved ones on the Other Side, but that we were able to do many other things as well. We soon learned they our gifts had been there all along, and it was just a matter of remembering we had them.

Our little Facebook community has just grown and flourished from there, and we are now a successful business, that provides healing and guidance to many around the world. With our common love for writing, we also established our own publishing company White Light Publishing House.

Needless to say, we are both very busy ladies, what with raising young children as well as co-running two businesses, but the more we help others, the more we want to keep going and reach more people, and our plans for the future are very exciting indeed. It is just so magnificently rewarding, and the feeling we get from helping others on their own life journey is indescribable.

So, as you can tell, my ‘title’ as such when it comes to my work is very broad, and is most definitely not limited to just one area. I guess if I had to describe myself (other than being a Mum of course) in less than ten words, I would use the following: Psychic Medium, Healer, Writer, Publisher, Teacher and Lightworker. Yes, that sums it up quite nicely I think.

As you can probably gather, I’ve gained quite a bit of life experience in my 36 years, and I have oh so many things to write about here. My goal is to share my experiences  with others in the hope that it might help just one person (if not more) from people being able to genuinely relate to what I’m saying. I’m a strong believer that when you’re going through a trying time, or just confused about something in life, that simply knowing you’re not alone and that someone else has ‘been there’ is a huge support and relief. If I can do this for just one person, it would make me very happy indeed.

I hope that you can share this journey with me.
My ‘Soul Sista’ Jess also has her own blog, if you’re interested in following her: https://asistasperspective.wordpress.com/

You can check out Soul Sistas Healing & Guidance here:

www.soulsistashealing.com

www.facebook.com/SoulSistasHealing

or White Light Publishing House here:

www.whitelightpublishingau.com

www.facebook.com/WhiteLightPublishingHouse

My journey as a Mum, Writer, Publisher & Lightworker

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