When we love doing something, we’re totally absorbed in the moment.  We are at one with ourselves, blissfully creating, and riding on the thermals of our own-made alchemy.

It’s glorious being passionate about something we love, because it is moreish and so we keep thinking about returning to it, to enjoy more feelings of contentment.

Nothing can break our concentration. For me, a Pterodactyl could be perched on my roof, squawking happily away. And though I love dinosaurs, and would go offer it some fat juicy worms; I’d soon return to my desk: pulled by the love of, in my case – writing.

I no longer write for a living; although I plan to do so again in the future. Once I find an agent.

The cerebral palsy is more challenging, but I don’t allow that to stop me. In fact, I’ve wisely grown my repertoire of styles, rhyming childrens’ stories, inspired by my beloved granddaughter, poetry etc. I do so because when we have fervor for a pursuit we love, it also reduces physical pains. It is because we are responding harmoniously with our calling, and the universe recognises so.  Nature responds in this way too, and we humans work in the same unison as it, since we a part of the very fabric of nature. A tree may get blown away, even damaged in a storm, but it will soon return, adapting itself: new blossoms and shoots. It carries on flourishing, no matter the weather condition. It means to keep on growing, even if it must start over again as a seed.

Especially, if one is anxious, pursuing something we love is vital for our wellbeing.

We are so focused on what we love, that for the duration we’re creating: – no conflicting messages can interrupt our thinking. We are busy pouring our subconscious selves onto the thing we love, and unwittingly we are seamlessly awakening our vital conscious minds. The part of our brain that belongs to our authentic selves, and it feels calming effortless and soulful.

Love comes in two fundamental forms: The love we have for some people, animals, nature, and the love we have for pursuits. I disregard material possessions’ – because, like the tree, if I became unrooted, then instead of a computer, – I’d use a pen and paper. Something in my psyche, yours too, will drive your passion, and you adapt around it. Equally, a person who loves cooking isn’t fussed about expensive gadgets, over creating a delicious meal; they’ll use whatever resources are available.

Think of an Italian grandma, shaping gnocchi or pasta, simply using a folk or rolling pin. In Italy, pasta designs are frequently upheld and passed down through many generations.

So, now that I’ve got you thinking about what you love doing: – what love could you reignite in you? Be it baking cycling, painting walking, whatever glows in your heart that makes you feel alive, abundant, and full of joy.

I know how busy life can be, and much about the challenges that many of us face too.

Yet, I also know that when we actively spend time on doing the things, just for us that we love; how good it is for our entire physiology: reduction in stress, blood pressure, to name but two.

If you haven’t yet realised that relaxation time is essential to your healing journey, then hopefully this serves as a reminder: to do the things you love. Fold them in frequently, set aside designated time to nurture your wellbeing.

Before, when I worked crazy hours: – to write for pleasure, I had to squeeze-in chinks of writing time. Due to the restraints of the disability, I tire easily, and move like a diplodocus by the afternoon. But I adapt, make paper notes instead, and always have a pen to hand.

I do so because I love writing, and I’m constantly trying to grow, and learn new techniques.

However little spare time you may have, find a sliver of it to pursue your love, and commit to investing regular time doing it. Aim to do it regularly for a happier more fulfilled sense of soul nourishment.

I hope you find this helpful.

With SUNNY wishes,

Emma x