It’s been a crazy week and I have moments of trying to distinguish what happened when. And then there is joy of ending it all with the combination of my two favourite things … cooking and teaching .
Greggie always reminds me that life is not a competition, but my family history has kind of ingrained it in me and I’m do a lot of ‘project me’ work that entails putting the blinkers on and doing and being just because I can.
So the over the top dinner wasn’t to top Twinkletoes’ roast chicken or Greggie’s seafood risotto. It was about me … well, me and a student, who has become a friend, who has become a cooking partner. We shall call him Prince. He’s already rescued my once by digging splinters out of my finger and he has the archetypal charm that would put most Disney princes to shame.
So … we planned a menu for about two weeks. Each night that Greggie and I taught archetypes someone else would take their turn to cook. Future students, don’t get attached to the idea … it’s the rarest teaching arrangement we have had to date.
Rare roast fillet drizzled in chilli chocolate sauce has only been savoured by both the Prince and I in restaurants, but it’s good to find someone else who is daring in the kitchen. Greggie always tries new dishes when there is company coming over and most people say they would practice first, but who are you cooking for then? Thanks for that amazing lesson my friend.
As for the teaching, well that gives me indescribable joy!
I’m having one of those limbo days where I feel as though I’m passing the time and waiting for the gods to shout down answers so I don’t have to think for myself. I just thought I should throw that in before I head on out to Greggie … for left overs and to hear him tell me some of the things I teach the world!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
I am a big believer in celebrating the little milestones along the way, because if not the journey seems so long. Maybe it’s just me ego that has dreamed so big and needs the acknowledgement of the little steps to remind me that I am not stark raving mad.
Well, I am stark raving mad … but with purpose!
It’s interesting that 400 creeps up on a day when I woke up and asked myself “WTF are you doing?” It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does, not even all the years of heard work can pull me out of it. Today I have convinced myself that I don’t have the ability to make money. Not that what I do doesn’t have the ability to make money but that I, ME, JODENE does not have the ability to make money. So if I marry rich I’m cool …
Everything happens in its perfect time and there must be something I need to get out of this madness. Planetary wise there is a fortune going on. It was Pagan festival of Lammas which is all about reflection and reaping what I have sown. Yesterday marked the start of the Chinese year of the Rabbit, where I am supposed to have a good financial year but might need to learn the art of compromise and patience. The moon was new which is a time to lay rest to the old and start with a new attitude and new thoughts. Ok, so that didn’t go so well! Our Tuesday nights seem to have bought up the Archetypical energy of the Prostitute which is the energy that governs fear and faith … this is most probably the most interesting of all. Everything seems to be of questions today and yesterday I was thinking just how well it was all going.
Either way, if it were not for ‘project me’ and my ability to look at the little milestones, I don’t quite know what I would be doing now or how I would be coping. It’s 400 today … not even when I was at my most sick with my back did I miss a day! It’s a commitment of note and true sign of passion and self worth. Now why the hell would I, the person who has created all of this, not have the power an ability to make money?
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
I’m so proud of me. My excitement that I went to gym, walked ten laps around the track and feel fabulous this morning is awesome. I’m thrilled that I can feel the difference between muscle pain and damaged disk pain. Of course I want to share it with everyone who has encouraged me, but there’s something I’m noticing. Despite everyone else’s pride and excitement, I’m getting a lot of ‘don’t overdo it’ lectures.
Me? Overdo it? Well I tried that with the Greggie and he double checked about 5 times to make sure that I’m sure that I have the overdo it personality. The Jock was a little better and kinda believed me after just one attempt at lecturing me. My little sis is obviously worried that I’m to hurt myself before my wedding and mother … well mothers just worry.
It was our usual Tuesday night get together and after realising that we have all done so well with sorting out some of the addict archetype, that it was time to move onto something else. We started by focusing on why we make the choices we do. Even down to the little choices of what time we wake up and why we have the routines we do. Well that didn’t go to well because our fearful issues kept us from getting anywhere. That’s it … deal with fear first.
Archetypically, fear and faith are governed by the prostitute archetype and it what it says it is: you sell your soul for fear of survival. I’ve been teaching archetypes for many years and Greggie and myself have a great passion for this work. We live it every day and one of the things that I hear us saying to every student and to ourselves all the time is, “you can’t have fear and faith at the same time.” It’s not possible to feel faith when you are afraid and fear would not have it’s place when faith is around.” I also believe that all you have to do is pick one. Yep … all you have to do!
Well before we could focus on the fear we had to pick something else first. Just one thing that we choose to do that might not be in the highest esteem. There nights are profound and life changing, but they are far from serious. I think by now you know that I believe we are here to have fun so there’s no way I’m not going to be rolling with laughter while trying to choose on thing I might do out of fear.
How rude … by the time Greggie and my mother where done with me they had a list as long as my arm. It’s a serious toss up between checking my stats obsessively, going to sleep before midnight, getting back into meditation and finding time to read. That’s why I’m sharing it with you, because you are wondering how things like this can be laced with feelings of fear … well they do, but that’s for next weeks Tuesday night. Right now I just have to be conscious of one of them while trying not to go to gym obsessively seeing that that was pointed out to me too.
I decided to begin last night after Greggie left and what do you know … I checked my stats about twice, climbed into bed too close to midnight to say I would be asleep by then, decided it was too late to meditate or read … and promised myself that I’d try again tomorrow! Guess what … it’s tomorrow!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Picture the scene. I’m sitting at my desk with my cellphone on loudspeaker while I wait for someone at customer services to pick up the phone and, well, serve me. I’m sure it’s been over 20 minutes already and I can’t exactly put down the phone considering my query has been going on for 6 months. Yes, you heard right .. 6 months to sort out the change of banking details from my old business bank account to my new one.
I’m not the best at admin and usually forget that I’m the customer and should be receiving service. I also battle with tedious tasks and most certain don’t cope well with incompetency. Continue reading
The tattoo is healing so nicely thanks to the nappy rash cream (yep, that was the instruction from Pepi), a whole lot of care and attention from my gentle mom’s applications of the ointment, Greggie’s super thick applications and my brother’s ‘slap it on and smear’ ones. I’ve also kept my hair tied up, considering the feeling of one hair touching it sends the coldest shivers down my spine and I don’t feel like greasy hair for the next few days. I’ve also kept it open and worn low back t-shirts in the middle of freakin’ winter. Needless to say, it’s very exposed and drawing attention. Continue reading
Most people silently go about their business, moving under the radar from one day to the next and sneaking off to have a medium sized tattoo in a place that is well thought out. For countless reasons, I am not one of those people. I don’t silently go about my business (a lot of that is relate to the fact that I was born under the jabber, jabber sign on Libra) and rather choose to write about my life for the whole world to see.
I don’t fly under the radar and I didn’t slip into the shadows to have a tattoo either. Oh, and according to the reactions of many unsuspecting (even though prepared and fully aware) the tat is so much bigger than expected.
That, my friends, is the first of many gifts that this masterpiece has given me, in less than 24 hours. Continue reading
I’m currently blogging while being totally swept away by one of my favourite movie, first knight. I’m a hopeless romantic and am never more swept away than into the fairytale arms of Lancelot and Guinevere. I also have such a full weekend that I also have to blog tonight. Not that I’m complaining considering I’m bursting to talk about one of the most exciting days I’ve had since the beginning of ‘project me‘. Continue reading
When I decided to blog every day for the whole of this year there were a lot of people who either thought I was crazy or I wouldn’t follow through. I knew it was one hell of an undertaking, but the whole time it was always more about the reason why I was blogging.
“Project me” is all about putting myself first, telling myself the truth, having fun and being less driven by goals while feeling purposeful and filled with self worth and love. It seems so much easier said than done and considering I’ve been doing my half hearted attempt at ‘project me’ for the past 6 years, I can vouch for the fact that it’s harder than it sounds. Continue reading
Meet Albie, who is no less than one of the family. She is officially my mother’s sixth child and has become very accustomed to living the life of a queen, including a summer and winter outside house … I might add. Continue reading























