I personally believe that all the incidents of our lives are laid out in a pattern, which becomes woven. I guess we live like ocean voyagers, trimming our sails to the winds and tides of life as we skim across the waters of life. The pattern of life is not woven ahead of time, but life is woven as we live it. The pattern of life can change. The more complex life becomes the more scope for change for there are many themes on which a new pattern can be based. You have to become fully aware and sensitive to all nuances of life as it unfolds and on the forces that impinge upon the pattern of our lives. There are no limits to this pattern. We never fully appreciate the pattern of our own life for the eyes of an ordinary person are capable of seeing only the most obvious, there are many, many more things unseen by us, that impinge on our lives at every step. They are there, but most cannot see or deal with them directly.

I live by my intuition from which I glimpse things that others fail to see. Perhaps, some people are naturally endowed with perceptual abilities beyond the normal, abilities to see, hear and experience things which others would consign to the realms of the paranormal or the unusual. In today's world we little live by intuition, our lives are too busy and most people have lost the ability to see or understand what cannot be seen or understood with the normal senses.

Thoughts constantly touch our minds and unbeknownst to us they are gone before they are truly known to us. Our minds find it difficult to grasp what is not accepted as being the norm. We ourselves do not want to be seen as being "different", mad or crazy so we follow the mainstream of life, burying the unusual part of us and as we grow, we loose the unusual part of ourselves within time. Perhaps I have accepted this part of myself, accepted my intuition and live with it, paying attention to my thoughts and feelings because I know my intuition is a large part of my life and that, it is a natural part of myself.

There's no limitation on our lives but unfortunately, people tend to forget this point. There's so much more to life than most people realise. We rarely find the time to appreciate our surroundings. Happiness, I believe, is being able to smile at oneself and at ones life - to laugh and to enjoy just being alive. It's an appreciation of not only oneself but others. It's being able to giggle, to laugh and to smile. It's being daft ... it's imagination ... it's a glow in the inner soul.

Life has coherence, strange but undeniable. We all have to live with humour and honesty, courage and care and acceptance not only of ourselves but others …

How is it you know that the house you are about to buy is the house for you? When we drove into the street and parked I knew instantly that the house was the house for me. It had an air of prosperity and well being and I immediately fell in love with its character and outlook. I literally flew down the driveway and as soon as I stepped through the door I was filled with warmth. Strange as it seems I cannot account for this sense, almost a kind of ache of familiarity - of coming to a place that knew me and seemed to engulf and expect me. I went through the house in seconds and walking through its bare rooms the feeling remained.

I know that the house reached out at me with a certainty of knowing. Certainly, on a conscious level I felt warmth. How can one have expectations without memory? A strange familiarity - it knew me as I knew it - I felt as if I had come home. Everything seemed so oddly and yet so comfortingly familiar. I’ve attempted to connect the place to memory or a dream, to help me process an explanation for the familiarity and warmth I felt. The call of the place, its knowingness, the longing it evinced makes it all quite certain, even before I knew it myself, that the house had its origins in my existence and was waiting for me.

Yet, as much as I love the house and care for it, I know that at some point in time the house and I will part. This knowing does not sadden me as I am only a guardian of this place but I also know that when I leave a part of me will remain. As the house ages, so will its memories, its very being. The house will live, grow and age, as I live grow and age. As I move on so will the house.

The time will come when its calling will once again be heard and another family will find contentment within its four walls ...