When I fell in the door at 8pm yesterday evening, I was greeted by a birthday tea cooked by my eldest, complete with cake, candles and assorted chocolate gifts. I suspected it had been orchestrated by my husband, but he said it was all the kids’ idea.

What with that and a morning spent on the seafront, I’ve been having a lovely time, but I haven’t meditated and I notice the difference. When I am in my head space, rushing from A to B, I don’t connect to that lovely oasis of inner calm within. It can only be felt when my mind is quiet.

Marion is a whizz at meditating in public spaces, so I had a go at doing a Joe Dispenza meditation on the way down to Brighton this morning, which might have worked had it not been for the kamikaze train driver.

When I’ve written this post, I have to complete the ‘First Triad Review’ for the year-long spiritual mentoring programme. The first three months has flown by and so much has happened in that time. I’m certainly not the same person I was when I started.

Not so long ago, I was tempted to throw in the towel. The spiritual path was taxing and I wondered if I had the stamina for it. I’m glad I didn’t give in. I was in a dark place for a while, but have come out the other side.

I’ve grown to love meditating, I feel a connection with the energy that created all that is and marvel at how little I know about this universe of ours. I loved nature before I began, but I am even more head over heels with it now and can regularly be spied sloping around my local streets, sniffing blossom and gazing at birds.

The money/career thing is still an ongoing issue. The dream is to do fulfilling work for decent pay. Looking at it in black and white, it doesn’t seem like a lot to ask, but I haven’t quite cracked it yet. I am hoping that in inspiration will strike any minute now…not that I am being impatient or anything.