Who am I and why should you care about anything I say or write?

I Became Ill Because of My Life.

By the time I was in my late 30’s I couldn’t work for nearly six years – at all. Some of it because of the choices I made knowingly and others because of events that caused me to make poor choices unknowingly. And other circumstances entirely outside my control.

All this is set against the background of my individual makeup, the world I was born into, my genetic code, and the interplay of the spiritual lives we live,  regardless of whether we are aware of them or not.

I had spent the preceding years working in sales, both direct and business to business. Then, producing, show calling, and managing live events, which were some of the biggest in Australia’s Corporate History where 15,000 people were not uncommon at events. Sometimes as a team of producers, sometimes on my own.

I was asked to speak to 100’s and sometimes 1000’s of people about what I knew. And I also had the opportunity to create five successful music albums for an industry that was unique for its time.

I saw friendships made and lost, ego’s clashes, and power struggles,  ideological, personal, and even theological destroy lives. And some lives improved so amazingly that the only way people could remember who they had been was through old photographs.

I went to film school, had fun shooting footage all over Australia and the South Pacific. I did all of the above, sometimes all at once…. I had almost no social life; you can see why.

I went broke a couple of times, sometimes because of my faults and others due to naivety and fate.

I even studied for the ministry of a church whose faith I no longer hold.

So when in the late 30’s I looked in the mirror, I was prepared to give it all away. Give it away if it took that for me to achieve health and a measure of happiness.

I was ill because of my life, so I took it apart bit by bit and rebuilt it, starting from my spirit up. A skilled Chinese Medicine Practitioner told me that my physical strength would be the last thing to return. I would have to go forward in life with hope, trusting that my physical health would return.  I would have to spend time rebuilding every aspect of my life, brick by brick, following the constant whisperings of my heart’s calling.

It has taken many years…a journey that continues.

What I learnt from those years I share here. Hopefully, it supports and encourages you on whatever path you find yourself.

And remember… no one, and I do mean no one, has figured it all out!