Day 1 of the blogging age. Well, it is as far as I'm concerned.

I've called this "The Last Blog on Earth" because I've been a bit of a luddite as far as such things go and feel as though the crest of this particular wave sailed by years ago. But this does seem to be the time for me to have a crack at it. There's no escaping the undertow.

There are fears, of course. Will I get it? I don't get Facebook and so many people rave about it I think I must be missing something huge and obvious, probably elephant-shaped and too close to see.

I simply refuse to Twitter. Do people really want to know what a person is doing every minute of every day? Is every passing thought worthy of note? I suspect not. I'd forget to do it, anyway.  (Have I just offended two thirds of any potential readership? Sorry. I just DON'TGET IT).

So a blog it is. But how is a blog different? For one, it won't be about me. I know this post is but the rest won't be. Honest. They'll be about real things that really matter. 

Like what? Like how we can help our children understand and help themselves and the world a little more.

And how we can provide ways to help people raise their sights just a bit and wake themselves right up without having to pretend to be something other than what they really are.

There has to be a way in and up for everybody. That means, of course, that there can't just be one way. There are endless legions of blogs and sites that are way more "spiritual" than this one will be (at this point I really must point out that I never, ever use quotation marks lightly or without due consideration. I'd sooner have my bottom set on fire) and plenty that are way more disciplined and worthy (note the lack of quotation marks. I'm not taking the mick). I enjoy and subscribe to both but I do feel there's lots of less-well-catered-for middle ground. Some of that middle ground, the bit that I'm interested in, lies in looking for practical ways and means to elevate ourselves that reflect the fact that we live here, now, on this earth and in these bodies.

Of course, we all want glimpses of something higher and better, something unexplainable and wonderful. They can be the little golden nuggets that keep us going: the something quickly seen from the corner of your eye, the beautiful green energy streaming from the buds of trees in May, the buzz of a quartz crystal in your hand, the look of wonder on someone's face as they realize the pain has gone. Perfect, shining moments to be nurtured and treasured. You may have been remembering some such smiling memories as you read that. I hope so. But those moments, just as real as any other, pass and we still have to go shopping.

I still have to go shopping because, here in the darkest depths of Wigan, no matter how much meditation I do (and I do), how much baggage I clear (and I do) or how sparkly my aura is (not so sure about that one), or how many times I help someone, squirrels will not leave gifts of fruits and nuts on my window sill so that I may be nourished without compromising my stratospheric vibrationary levels. I still have to pay the bills, do the laundry, work, cook, find time to talk to friends and family and still do the spiritual thing. I know that's going on all the time but you do have to pay focused attention once in a while. And I happen to believe that there are a lot of people like me. Millions.

The people I try to spend most of my time with, some of them incredibly intuitive, are gifted, kind and loving. They all have their secret, shining moments tucked away in their hearts, some of them pretty spectacular. They include some of the very best healers and teachers you could ever hope to meet. They are also wildly funny, earthy, often rude, sometimes cross, they have challenges just like anyone else and they always do the best they can. They are real actual people and don't feel they have to pretend otherwise. I love them and I love that in them. The best I can hope is that the spirit I feel as I write this paragraph is tangible in this blog as it finds its way forward.

This is a time of transformation. There is simply no denying it and I don't consider it la-la or twinkly to believe so. My hopes for the world are enormous and sparkly and I'm sorry if I've given any other impression. We have to play a part in that so there has to be a way for more people to find themselves, a leg-up for Joe Bloggs (ha-ha, see what I did there) that is relatable and accessible. It is my mission to get stuff out there in exactly that manner. Relatable and accessible, they are the key words here, with the occasional sprinkle of magic.

The whole point is that you find and use what suits you. I hope you'll find stuff that suits you here.

Enough rambling.

Love Sue X

PS Julia Roberts as Elizabeth Gilbert!!! Are you kidding?? The book is fab, though, if a little la-la and twinkly and worthy on occasions. "Eat, Pray, Love".