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The student is ready.

Superwoman Network
Superwoman Network

Sometimes you are so in awe that you forget to close your mouth in amazement.  Being transported to another world and still unbelieving in the possibility of such a world.  How does one even comprehend a world let alone living it and most importantly coming through it with the steely determination reserved for the likes of a member of the elite SAS squad.

Can you imagine my heart in my mouth while I’m moved, touched and inspired by the fighting spirit of a woman who has easily surpassed any other human being I have met to date.  To put it into perspective, her story is NEW to me and unfathomable that even if I was a good enough writer I wouldn’t be able to do her story justice.

Yip sometimes, you just meet people that stop you from talking and thinking.  You appear slightly gaga.   You hope you don’t look like a fool.  Turning momentarily to hide tears of sadness.  Returning quickly to the reality of a truly inspiring individual.  You can hardly believe you are in the presence of such a courageous spirit.

OH! What a gift to the world your story would be.  Alas, it is your story to tell, not mine.

Meanwhile, across the ditch in an old stomping ground A SPACLALS Hui was in full swing towards a  “NIU” (new) Oceania .  The spirit of the Hui was far reaching and laid the foundations of what has been a momentous week for me.  The superwomen network is expanding especially my much needed Samoan superwomen.  You continue to be my  teachers where I am the most grateful student in attendance.

Transporting my spirit back to my present world.  Another inspiring teacher, sharing a part of her world with me.  Even now, after all that the world has thrown at her she keeps telling life to, “BRING IT”.

A brilliant single mum and highly intelligent career woman she still has time to share with me her savvy shopping prowess.  How a single mum makes it all work.  Taking care of both her and her sons needs.  No want for anything.  No excuses.  No complaining.  Life is a gift.

Fresh food for under $40 for a week.  There is more and this is just a sample.  Flemington Markets Sydney NSW
Fresh food for under $40 for a week. There is more and this is just a sample. Flemington Markets Sydney NSW

Sometimes when you take that next step in your life towards your goals.  You are given the people you need for that next step.  She was my initial step.  She has opened the door to a new community.  A community full of tangible results at my finger tips.  Helping me along my own journey. Standing for Pacific Island Health all around the world.

Three quality hoodies.  Very happy older three children. Two pairs of boots.  Black knee highs fits younger sisters calves. lol.  Three other items of clothing for me not pictured.  Total cost $37.  Flemington Markets Sydney NSW
Three quality hoodies. Very happy older three children. Two pairs of boots. Black knee highs fits younger sisters calves. lol. Three other items of clothing for me not pictured. Total cost $37. Flemington Markets Sydney NSW

Excuses are redundant in this world.  When you declare, “YES”.  When the student is ready to LIVE.  The teachers show up.  We live in an abundant world.  Get together and get out together in your local community.

Thank you my beautiful Amazonian juicing sister. Rawwwwwwwwww!

Meanwhile, in another part of the world and salivating at uploaded images I’m in the same space just a different location.

By the end of the week I’m exhausted.  I have made connections with another organisation to begin work with a womens refuge next month.  I laughed hilariously with the lovely Visual Arts Major student and her beautiful sisters while locking up her canvas weaving project.  Sunday evening presented my next teacher.  Literally a school teacher who has taken up a cause full time.

I do wonder whether I have been grooming myself for something way bigger than I think I am.  It is scary.  It is also another story.  In any case I am “WRITING MY METAPHOR”.  Thank you SPACLALS for being my wings last week.

Love and Light to you all

Reen

I’m making me a new body

Channelling my inner HAMO*.   The attitude.  The fighter.  The warrior.  TOA* take over.

Your will be done, not mine.  [Yeah, coz my will be suckful until now.]

black heart weave and gold weave mat

Took care of the smoking.  Keeping this present body is an open invitation for smoking to come a knocking.
The viciousness of it all.   The cycle that keeps me a happy prisoner. The payoffs.   The justifications.   The ignorance.  BLISS!

I am so over this body.  I’m gonna make me a new one.  This body hurts.

The knees are squeaking.  Getting up after weaving feels like they need time to warm up.   A little castrol RX SUPER heavy duty to kickstart movement.  I am forty next year.  Not four hundred.

I am not going to be in pain at forty!

What can I do?  Far out, just do something.  Commit to doing something that is not nothing every day.
Doing nothing has lost its dry humour.  No more nothing.  No more excuses.  No more blame.  No more jokes to hide behind.  This body is not fun.  This body is not a laughing matter.

Throbbing joints and breathlessness will be from exercise.

I can taste the clarity health will bring.  Breathing life into my world.  Igniting my creativity.  Energising my work. Invigorating my relationships.

My resources are at hand.

History has taught me enough.  Gym, long enough to know I CAN.   Personal trainer to correct form.
Googled enough to earn a theoretical degree in health and fitness.  The only room left up in here is for EXTREME action.

I’m ready to rock. What’s missing?  ACCOUNTABILITY.

My public declaration to transform my health is what will hold me to account.  Embarrassment can be motivating. :p  Winning isn’t everything.

Integrity will be the only thing!

A close friend, a brother from another set of parents surprised me one time.  A conversation about tattoos.  I have none.  I wanted to get some angel wings on my back.  BUT only when there was an awesome body to display the wings. (I have since rethought the wings)
“I know you Reen and when you want something you will get it”.
Bro, were you referring to your best mate who is now my husband?

This body will be celebrating forty years in Samoa with a Navy Seals theme.  From the age of twelve I wanted to join the navy or the army. YES! Initially it was the uniform.  Strength and the possibility that no-one could mess with me again was what I really wanted.

Why don’t you join me in making ouselves the bodies of our dreams!

The devil better enjoy his last day of mucking around with my mind. When my feet hit the ground tomorrow, you gonna wish for yesterday.”-Maureen Unasa 02/06/13

*HAMO: Slang for “Samoan”.
*TOA: Courage. Warrior.