Letter to a Thunder Bolt

ImageDear Thunder Bolt

I often wish life was more about thunderbolts – those sudden sensory moments of illumination and clarity that zap through your consciousness – so viscerally, that you are caught completely off-guard and jangled instantly with the delicious realisation of new paths, creations and insights.

Yet life has its’ own pace, sometimes a snail crawl (an anathema to a creature like me with so little patience) and sometimes a sprint, and notched at every speed set in between, too.

Life is a balance and needs must be measured and slowed at times, and then quickened through at others.

As for me, I love speed, pzazz and illumination, and you my dearest friend, certainly provide all that – with added razzle dazzle, at no extra charge, but with full on and free electrical charge!

And what I love about Thunder Bolts too is that they change and chase away the status quo… A thunder storm is a time of transition and clearance and brightening… What ever form it may take…  And I know that some people are fearful of them, but for me they are both thrilling and exhilarating.

There is often a slow build up to a storm – that closeness of compressed air, the lowering clouds, rain falling, dripping or lashing.  You know with all your senses – logical and intestinal, that something big is coming.

And so it is with me too – there was I in the ‘Big Smoke’… near the end of 3 intense days which have all been about my journey as a woman and a writer.  They began with the Damsels in Success book launch, which – fabulously, amazingly, gob smackingly means that I have now been a published authoress twice in 7 months!  And for 2 days more I was furthering my writing craft and exploring the opportunities of being an author with a bigger publishing house… Exciting, lightening times indeed.

On the morning of day 3 I had the fortune to be in a room with Psychologist and self help author Robert Holden, and he had set the room an exercise – ‘I write because’ repeated over and over, so we extracted every longing out of our lists.  And as a result I came out with a long fistful of reasons… But then my negative self kicked in – my list it said, was not only long, but seemingly selfish, and so I judged and criticised myself, and reflected on the ONE person, from amongst the many, who had told me that my writing was indeed “selfish”…

So still, through time and tide and personal development, I go through all this negative self talk… My journey as a coach and a writer has been about overcoming these negative blatherings and indeed my first book was a personal triumph of ‘publish and be damned’ – since I just dared to share and then waited… And what came back to me was near universal recognition, support and praise… And yet still, this wrestling with my dark half, my hooded, shadowed self came into my mind and out of my mouth…

I received the soft soothing, ‘don’t doubt yourself’ responses you would expect, from a kindred spirit in the room with me.  And still it sat there, that doubt, like a spectre in my soul.

And the self critic was hard at work in that roomful of egos, as a woman stood up and shared with Mr Holden that she wanted to write a book about love and yet she had read his book ‘Loveability’ and there was nothing more to say on that subject, he’d said it all…

Mr Holden of course acknowledged and advised and spoke on, charming and laughing and sharing his structured wisdoms with a captivated audience.  And so he came on to subject of preparation.  He told us that he believes in creating and incanting affirmations before he sits down to write every day, and he shared the samples that he wrote for his book ‘Loveability’…

And there it was – my thunderbolt, otherwise known as affirmation number 3:
“I’m here to write a love letter from God, to everyone in the world”…

My first book is a collection of ‘Love Letters to Life’
POW! ZAP! BLAST! A clean, clear thunderbolt straight to my heart!  It hit my head and emotions simultaneously – my heart beating out of my chest in a tattoo tune, my senses on fire.  God and Robert had spoken!!!

“So ya boo sucks to you, villainous doubter.  I get to keep on doing this selfish stuff!”

Well I had been struck and little old unbolted me normally sits quietly and takes it all in, in a crowd.  But as soon as break time came I leapt up and grabbed a handful of my ‘Love Letter Books’… The first recipient was the lady who had stood up and shared that she could not write the book of love that has already been written.  I found her and put my book in her hands and told her – “this is MY book of love, only I could have written it.  Only YOU can write your book – so write it and take this as my gift to know that you can…”

Next I queued to speak to Mr Holden – the on-stage guru, again behaviour most unlike me, and the fact that it was a long queue, could, believe you me, normally be a good enough reason not to wait, as I would always rather eat than wait.  And why wait – only to gush and ask and share with the famous person on the stage..?  I knew it would be a long wait, so to occupy my pre-bored self I struck up a conversation with the lady in front of me.  She was a fascinating, beautiful creature with an exotic accent taken and combined from South America and Scotland.  We clicked and shared and quickly elicited fascinating facts and life stories.  There were promises to keep in touch.  Another book of mine was given away to my newest friend…

Then I finally reached the man himself and told him that the affirmation was for me too and thanked him and pressed my book into his hands.  He politely turned it over and saw the connection and acknowledged it, his thank you gift.

And now he has it, or had it – who knows?  Maybe it has been read, or maybe not and who knows its’ fate?  Yet isn’t that the deliciousness of writing?  It is a solitary act, as we sit alone in our head scribing our thoughts into words; and then we dare to share them with the world.   We can never know the impact they will fully have – who loves or loathes them, and then like a thunder bolt it flashes back at us in lightening storms and on quiet sunlit days – the acknowledgement, the feedback, the illumination…

So that is what we writers do, we give our wisdoms to the world and we require an exchange, some where along the universal path…

And I had my thunderbolt jolt so I know I’m on the right and perfect path, and on that day created my storm story.

WOW to the KAPOW I say!

Yours in thunder struck awe.

      Sandra

Proud author of ‘Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life’ and co-author of ‘The F-Factor’, which you can find on my website or on Amazon, in both paperback and Kindle.

Autumn is Time to Activate Your F-Factor!

Well, October is here and already the leaves are turning golden and starting to float down from the trees…

Summer turning into autumn has just been the most incredible time of transition and celebration for me.  One of the highlights was that I had the joy of sharing the message of ‘The F-Factor’ – the book I co-created with my Damsels in Success sister directors, at our Master Class and Book Launch in London last month.

                                                           That’s me, speaking on stage at the F-Factor Master Class in London

And I am delighted that interest in my first book ‘Peachey Letters ~ Love Letters to Life‘ is still keen and that I have been invited to host the first ever author event at a new book shop in Kenilworth, this coming Friday – 11 October.  It is all happening at the Tree House – Second Hand book shop and Community Hub and tickets are just £3.00, you can find out more here…

I know that many people wanted to, but were unable to come to the London F-Factor Master Class, so I am delighted to tell you that local F-Factor events are currently being held across the UK; and my own is being held in Leicestershire on 23 October, with ‘Activate Your F-Factor’ being the theme for this months Damsels in Success Burton event.

Activating your F-Factor is all about using the special ingredients that you, as a woman, bring to the party of life, to make it the life that you want it to be…  Have you ever found yourself thinking:

* I really don’t feel I am in the best environment to thrive…

* How could I really connect more and have a better relationship with myself, my purpose and those around me?

* I just want to be more me and have people love me for it but I’m scared…

* I need the confidence, time, money etc to do what I need to do…

* I’m stuck…

* I want to do things for me without feeling selfish…

* I want to create the perfect conditions for me to thrive and truly live the dream…

* I want to come / find home…

* How is it possible that I can have success without the sacrifice?

If you have thought any of these things, then please come along and join us at Damsels in Success Burton on Trent on the evening of Wednesday 23 October – just click on this link to find out more and book your spot.

If you can’t get to an event this time, but would still love to activate your own F-Factor, then you can buy your own copy of our fabulous book, postage free – here..

I would love to help you to activate your F-Factor and to truly start living the life you deserve, with ease, clarity and grace.

I wish you an awesome autumn and look forward to seeing you at one of my gorgeous events.

With warm regards
      Sandie
Sandra Peachey
Coach, Author and Director at Damsels in Success
Check out my book – Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life as featured in Psychologies, The Lady & Best Magazine
Winner at the 2013 ‘Women Inspiring Women’ Awards
Nominee in two categories in the ‘Association of Professional Coaches, Trainers & Consultants’ Awards, 2012 & 2013


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www.peacheydays.co.uk
www.peacheyletters.co.uk

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What is the F-Factor?

I am delighted to say that first of all – the F-Factor is my second published book, within seven months!

I really have to pinch myself that I am now a published author – full stop!  It has been my dream since childhood and when I saw my first book ‘Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life’ in print, for the very first time – I cried happy tears solidly for 5 minutes, as it was literally the culmination of so many desires, dreams and wishes for me.

Quite simply I was born to be a writer, but for long years and decades, it was ‘just’ a dream, floating in and out of my consciousness, never to be realised.  I knew I could write, but I never took any action, until one day when I absolutely knew, with complete certainty that the time was right.  Within 2 minutes I had a concept and a title and so I set myself a challenge to write a ‘love letter to life’, every day for the Valentine month of February.  Within a year it was published, and life has never been the same…

Now I know that I have always had the desire and talent to be a writer, yet I wonder without Damsels in Success if this ever would have actually happened?  Life has many possibilities, yet I know that my book ‘Peachey Letters’ is most definitely the result of my being a Damsel in Success member and Director!

Why? When I had the idea to write, as a ‘Damsel in Success’ I recognised all the signs that said, ‘this is right, this is your time’ and I also knew what the obstacles would be – mainly that I would not take action and follow this through.  So I set myself a public challenge and started posting my daily ‘love letters to life’ on a blog.

And I have had hundreds of ideas for books, films, poems, songs, etc, etc run through my brain in my long life time… But never had I dreamed of writing about such personal issues in such a public domain.  Yet the time was right, the subjects were right and still… Still I feared being judged, still I feared being seen as some mad middle-aged woman spilling her emotional guts to a world that wouldn’t be interested.

So the first people I shared my letters with were the Damsels in Success community – we have a private online Forum, and on midnight of the day I wrote my first letter, I gingerly posted the link and went to bed cringing about airing my ‘stuff’, yet knowing that I was compelled to do it.

The next morning I woke up to a whole plethora of comments… I had written my first letter to my dear dad, who left this life 30 years ago, and here are just some of the responses I received that day on the Damsels Forum…

“Wow, that letter to your father is so touching. Brave writing Sandie. 

Sandie this letter to your Dad is so beautiful I cried … I thank you for your wonderful open hearted letter

I shouldn’t have read that, I now have a wet face… My dad … I love him dearly and this beautiful letter is a reminder of all of the good stuff to be treasured. Thank you – blubbering of South Wales.

Wow, what a wonderful letter to your Dad, Sandie. I last wrote to my Dad a couple of years before he died … I’ve had a bit of a blubbery morning of it so far (good stuff!) so thank you! Blubbering of Cambridge (wonder if that means I’m related to Blubbering of South Wales!)

That is such a beautiful letter to your Dad, Sandie – made me shed a few tears …

Wow, Sandie, that is fabulous, and I love that picture of the two of you together, such a picture of a strong man, giving you the support to be you!

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous – thank you for sharing Sandie, such a beautiful idea, these letters will make an amazing book.”

And there it was on day one, after only one letter – people were telling me that I should publish a book!

A year later ‘Peachey Letters’ was published and featured widely in national and local press.  Then, a  month or so later, along with my sister Directors, I started work on the Damsels in Success Book…

This was a very different experience… The first one was written on my own – now 9 authors were sitting down to write one book!  I was excited and curious to see how it would all unfurl, and unfurl it did… This time I had one chapter and some other bits and pieces to write, and it was all effortless and completely joyful.  At Damsels in Success one of our mantras is having ‘success with ease’ and it was all that and more.

I chose which theme to write my chapter about and that was ‘choice’!  I am passionate about women having the realisation that they really can live the lives they choose to and to give them the tools and support to make their dreams come true.  I realised my own dreams of becoming a writer and a coach, and I demonstrate how I did this in my part of the book.

Times this formula by 9 and it creates magic!  And it is not just about the writing – nine women and our supporting team have collaborated on every aspect of the book – we all had a say in the cover, we all proof read each other’s chapters, to mention but a few of the processes that go on behind the pages.  It has been a gorgeous exercise in creating within a co-operative – with ease, with joy and with shared momentum and excitement.  And it is our gift to the world of women…

What IS the ‘F-Factor’ then???

The F-Factor provides the blueprint for you, as a woman, to live your life to the full.  It will reveal your truly feminine heart – allowing you the permission and freedom to live as you choose, while giving the best possible love and support to those around you, too.

Nine extraordinary women have come together to share one special message – how to have ‘success with ease’ – as a female entrepreneur, and in all other areas of your life.

“If you are about to or have taken that amazing leap of faith into an ocean of possibilities and potential, then this book is your navigator… be prepared for an exciting adventure”.
~ Abi Griffiths: TV Presenter for BBC 2, Channel 4, etc

Part wisdom, part philosophy and part support, The F-Factor is also packed full of learning and practical exercises.  At the very core of the book too, are the life stories that shaped the women behind the fabulous female phenomenon of Damsels in Success – showing us that with the right strategies and support, women every where can live the deeply satisfying lives they choose.

“The F-Factor is a delightful book filled with heartfelt stories from ordinary women who decided to choose extraordinary. It’s filled with inspiration and it is packed with food for thought, which will get you thinking and will be a perfect ‘anywhere and anytime’ read for women who know that there is so much more to their lives.
~ Sarupa Shah, The Soul Agent. No. 1 best selling Author, intuitive Business Coach and Spiritual Teacher. www.sarupashah.com

The F-Factor combines the wisdom of not just the authors, but a whole national community of Damsels in Success members – women who come together to share learning, love and support.  Now for the very first time, this wisdom has been distilled into print – to reach out and touch a whole new audience.

“Reading this book is just like being in a Damsels in Success meeting. These vivacious women share their own experience and their wisdom to help us to live fulfilling, authentic and successful lives. From the deepest connection with ourselves, to the job we do and what we wear, we are shown how we can make liberating choices. If you are a woman who thinks there could be more to life, this book is for you.”
~ Harriet Stack: Writer, Lawyer and Damsels in Success Member. www.harrietstack.com

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On 13 September Damsels in Success are hosting a series of F-Factor Master Classes and will be celebrating the launch of the book with networking and champagne (of course) in London.

Attend ‘Find Your F-Factor’ and discover how to attract in those things you have always wanted – what are they for you??? Clients, Relationships, Money, or Opportunities???

This book launch is NOT like any seminar or event you’ve attended before.

During this live event, we will share:

  • What makes the difference between success and failure
  • How to tap into your dreams and take the right steps to achieve them
  • How to position your gifts and get your message out to the world
  • How to transform your life in a very positive way
  • How to make your work or business work – even if everything you’ve tried before has failed

You’ll also take away something that can change your life forever…

“SUCCESS WITH EASE!”

The 9 authors, including Damsels in Success CEO Lucie Bradbury, and myself, will be presenting your Master Classes:

Lucie Bradbury

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CEO and Founder of Damsels in Success

Lucie Bradbury is my mentor, friend and the UK’s Feminine Potential Expert, and last but not least, Founder of Damsels in Success (DIS). Damsels in Success don’t do business like anyone else and our mantra is ‘Success with Ease’. With the help of her team of DIS Directors, Lucie supports the female entrepreneurs to live their dream lives – as thought leaders and change makers in the world.

Lucie also founded the ‘Women Inspiring Women Awards’ to recognise the achievements of women who are fabulous role models, and brings together the UK’s most inspirational & aspiring women at the annual summit IGNITE! Lucie is wife to Dan (together they are making a big impact in the world of personal & business development), mum to Summer (4) and Jenson (2), and has mentored many women to create & grow feminine lifestyle businesses… All this, & she only works 1 day a week!

In her ‘Find Your F-Factor’ Masterclass, Lucie will be showing you how you can create the first class cultural conditions to give you The F-Factor to attract everything that you want in your life (clients, men, money, opportunities)
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Sandra Peachey (me!)

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Damsels in Success Director – Burton on Trent

I am a writer, Business coach, and Director of Damsels in Success Burton on Trent. The F-Factor is my second book following the publication of ‘Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life’ in February 2013’. I work with Corporates, Womanpreneurs and small businesses, ensuring that they reach their goals, targets and live out their dreams. I also write for magazines and regularly appear on BBC Radio. ‘Peachey Letters’ received rave reviews in local and national press, including Psychologies Magazine, The Lady and Best Magazine.

During my ‘Find Your F-Factor’ Masterclass, I will be giving my insights into what freedom of choice really means for the way we live our lives and what magic can happen when we choose to fly!
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And that is just for starters, there will be MORE master classes, networking and celebration within a fabulous high vibration group and environment.

To find YOUR F-Factor – you can sign up for a copy of the book, celebration, champagne and master classes for just £59.00 or you can choose the VIP Upgrade – all of the above, plus loads of extras AND an additional workshop with Lucie Bradbury, revealing how we created the phenomenon of the F-Factor…

The F-Factor Launch will be a day where you will learn, celebrate and connect, and it could just change your life…

To find out more and to buy your tickets – check out this link…

With warm regards, laughter and excitement.

   Sandie
Sandra Peachey
Coach, Author and Director at Damsels in Success

Check out my book – Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life as featured in Psychologies, The Lady & Best Magazine
Winner at the 2013 ‘Women Inspiring Women’ Awards
Nominee in two categories in the ‘Association of Professional Coaches, Trainers & Consultants’ Awards, 2012 & 2013


Tel. 07921 494363
www.peacheydays.co.uk
www.peacheyletters.co.uk

Time for My Second Book to be Published…

I still have to pinch myself that I am publishing my second book in a year!

This time, the book is a collaboration with the Directors of Damsels in Success.  I have been involved with this fabulous female phenomena since its’ earliest days when the first group was created in Warwick.  That was five years ago, we have grown from one group to 15 and now, with the release of our book, we are set to share our success strategies for women to an even wider audience.

The distilled wisdom of Damsels in Success is now enscapulated in our our published work ‘The F-Factor’.

It has been all systems go at Damsels central as we polish the book to perfection, film the promo video and organise the Book Launch and Master Class, set for Friday 13 September.

It is going to be a fantastic event held at the Wyndham Grand Hotel, at Chelsea Harbour in London.  And you will be attending not just a launch – but a Master Class too…

Why a Master Class?
We will be teaching the strategies that we reveal in the book, live – and yes – I will be one of the presenters up there on stage sharing how to live and love the life you choose!  And after the Master Class we will officially launch the book and wet her head with champagne!  We are already receiving rave reviews, which you can check out here…

As part of the package you will also receive a copy of the book, get to network and be part of a fantastic high vibration event.   Tickets are now on sale at just £59.00.

There is also a very special VIP Upgrade, which will include: a goodie bag, lots of additional freebies from the Damsels Directors, PLUS an additional Master Class with Damsels’ Founder Lucie Bradbury on how a team of 9 women came together and created a phenomenal book and an amazing marketing process.

Which ever option you would like, check out all the details here…

If you have any comments or questions on any of this, please let me know???

Well, that is more than enough excitement for now – enjoy the rest of your summer!

With love and laughter
      Sandie
Sandra Peachey
Coach, Author and Director at Damsels in Success

Check out my first book – Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life as featured in Psychologies, The Lady & Best Magazine
Winner at the 2013 ‘Women Inspiring Women’ Awards
Nominee in two categories in the ‘Association of Professional Coaches, Trainers & Consultants’ Awards, 2012 & 2013

Tel. 07921 494363
www.peacheydays.co.uk

Blogging for Business Workshop

Blogging for Business Workshop

Half Day Workshop: 9:30 am – September 10th, 2013


What:

Blogging for Business Workshop with Laura Morris and Sandra Peachey.

Where:

The Fat Pug Neighbourhood Pub and Kitchen (Private dining room), 23 Guys Cliffe Avenue, Leamington Spa CV32 5BZ

When:

Tuesday the 10th September.  9.30 am arrival for a 10 am start to 12 noon finish.

In this affordable workshop we will be covering;

  • How to make the most out of your blog
  • What to write about
  • How to use a blog to increase your SEO, Google rankings and much more.

Sandra Peachey from Peachey Days will be sharing how she turned her Blog Peachey Letters into a book: Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life – which has received 5 star reviews on Amazon, been featured in Psychologies, The Lady and Best magazines and also the BBC.  She has some easy to follow tips and strategies to get you blogging and get you published!

The price is only £15.00 and spaces are limited, so please book here.

Sandra also runs One to One Blog Checks to help blogging beginners and improvers to get their words out there – find out more here…

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Letter to Forgiveness

Dear Forgiveness

What is there to forgive in my life?  All or nothing..?

Then this childhood memory suddenly swoops into my brain:
They didn’t know me, they’d never seen me before, but this was my day: me, a woman child of 12 or so lolling around on the swings in a strange play ground with a plaited friend.  Suddenly we were surrounded and my ‘friend’ ran off as three bigger girls gathered on me and punched, pulled, kicked and bit.  Bleeding and limping, I howled home to my mother, who held me close in horror and then sat me down and brushed out handfuls of the long blonde hair that they had yanked out of my head: my crown was completely bald and bleeding, then stinging with TCP – and to this day, the hair there has never grown back quite right – for now it is short and crooked, split and colourless, a constant reminder that hairdressers find a particularly shocking phenomenon to contemplate…

So I’ve been attacked physically, yes and verbally too; I’ve been bullied, slapped, put in mortal danger, rejected, misunderstand, deserted, overlooked, ignored, made redundant and hurt by people I loved and who I thought loved me.  I have been shocked by mild and wild acts of violence, selfishness and inconsideration that have devastated and rocked me to the very core of my being – shaking my belief in myself, in those entrusted to be with me, and in my very life.

When thinking about this theme of forgiveness, the playground bullies of my childhood came out to taunt and attack me again.  Why now? Why this instance?  I have recently reached an impasse in my life where it seems I have been challenged on so many real or imagined fronts; and the thought of forgiveness is a sudden and blatant consideration.  So this long lost and battered day in my life is rearing its’ head again and will serve to represent many wrong doings in a long and Peachey life; and I will now take their presentation as a cue to consider, resolve, heal and move on…

For an often sensitive, sometimes selfless and sometimes selfish person, living in a similar world – when people close to me – cross me, it afflicts me so very much.  This is magnified when MY feelings simply do not come into the equation of the maligned action – the perpetrator stating quintessentially that: I am not important, not cared for, or not worth the simple damned consideration.

So is that is my realm of forgiveness – created by others or dreamt up by me – a gift to be parted with or else a weapon of missed destruction…

For I remember using forgiveness with a point scoring, self satisfied, evil intent one day with my mother – who, as she so often did, was finding copious reasons to be angry with my teen self.  She was cursing and shouting and blaming, and then the tactic hit me, like a lightening bolt through my shoulders: I stood up straight, smiled, looked her in the eye and said ‘I forgive you for this and all the terrible things you have ever done to me.’  Then she flew at me like a furious animal and I was slapped and screamed at, whilst I kept yelling ‘I forgive you, I forgive you!’ through smug hot tears, and the point scored, prolonged the seething, shouting bout of unforgiving anger…

I never used that particular tactic again and have always realised after the event, that such strategies never serve me well…

So was my mother a victim of me?  Was I a victim – all those perpetrated times when I was sinned against?  Are victims made by others or are they self made creations – reacting to a chain of circumstances with a label of wrong doing, hurt and crime?

In my world, as a habituated human and my mother’s daughter – I can see blame every where – I can wear that crimson cloak of victimhood and decide it has defined me.  Then, as woman, as a coach, as some one who values her freedom of will – I can see that I can create me and my reality; and I can peel off the label or never let it stick in the first place…  And I do both: I dwell in darkness, duelling with demons, and then again, I skip in the sunshine, as time, tide, roller coaster and mentality decree…

Ultimately I find that forgiveness is a choice, a willingness, or a lack thereof… rather than a default setting sprang into via wounded reprisal – a bat to hit back what I feel someone else has beaten me with.

Forgiveness too is power – which can be smugly misused – but that is easily sensed – for along with words, forgiveness is an energy, and when it is authentically given, we just know – through tone, or eyes or six sense, or what ever our own flavour of antennae detects…

Forgiveness is power, though many would argue that it is a turning the other cheek kind of weakness.  And somehow, not to forgive, means that the perpetrator is permanently punished.  The thing is, in reality, that it is the un-forgiver that is punished – weighed down, in their own head and heart, with a burden they will carry, like a gargoyle on their back.  Such self punishment is ignored or a sacrifice to be chosen, (either consciously or unconsciously) in preference to condoning an ‘unpardonable’ act – when often it was considered to be a justified or non descript action on the part of the so called perpetrator.

And there are the minor indiscretions of life and there are atrocities beyond imagining, yet such unforgiven burdens are heavy mental weights to carry around.  They dawdle and drag you down, slowing the spirit and seeking to bloat themselves up with collected further (perceived) wrong doings – sucking them in, causing more and more to fly in and cling to one another – like iron shavings stuck to a mouldy magnet.

Yet the power comes when forgiveness is a choice and given of free will – although it is not always willingly presented.  It can come uncomfortably, or be as light and easy as a feather floating off from your forgiving hand – choosing to let it fly out of sight.

And most of all forgiveness is a gift – sometimes to the receiver, but more critically, to the giver.  Forgiveness is freedom, it is letting go of perceived or actual actions that clank and bang against our sense of self, getting in our way, filling us with dark ink; an ink that swills around our suffering souls, ready to squirt, fling or fire as ammunition out into the world, or to ripen and rot within.

So as these letters go… First of all I consider… I see what un-forgiveness does to me and brings to me.  I choose to see it as something I do not want in the life and times of me. Then I decide I want to give forgiveness and with it the cool, delicious relief and lightness that it brings to my spirit.  I name it and then I present it – this time as an act of writing.  I can breath this to its’ receiver or I can give it quietly, in my heart – simply and silently as my own cathartic ceremony.  Then I celebrate what I have done – a healing, amazing, liberating act of wonderful will.

And I know that I should be, am, will and may be forgiven – often and never too…

By giving the gift of forgiveness, I can now let the object of it go, or accept it or do what ever needs to be done to move on.  Not necessarily to forget or condone it, but to see it through different lenses, and to note how it has shaped me, in positive ways, how it makes me what I am: a vision stepping, running and then dancing in the light, to my own tune, the beating of my heart – a rhythm of pure love…

So, who ever and where you are, I forgive you, I ask your forgiveness, and most of all I forgive me

And that is how I forgive and this was my Love Letter to Forgiveness.

Yours sincerely

Sandra Peachey

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Letter to Sophia

Hey Little Squitler

Well here you are… an idea made flesh and fur… Quite simply you are a squeaker, a looker – kitten and button cute; maddening, emboldened and a feline force of nature.  You are a complete and composite cat joining the Peachey Pride, so that our litter grew from two, to three.

I had wondered dreamily, about bringing in a third cat for years… I looked, I missed, I forgot – as life is…  Already I have two cat companions, both middle-aged male meowlers, and I wanted to bring female kitten energy in to my life and to the mix; to greedily create the next generation of company and purring and responsibility.  Yes, that was the idea…

So what Universal Law of Laughter decreed that when I said, no NOW is not the time for the next leonine instalment, did someone literally turn up on my doorstep with a kitten in cage???

Was it simply Sophia’s time and nothing to do with me?  You see, many cat people I know, (yes, even the pragmatic ones), tell me that the cat always, mystically, chooses you

And she came with her name – discovered as she was, with her mum and siblings in an old sofa in someone’s garden.  And Sophia, definitely suits her…

My visitors are fascinated by her multicoloured coat – she is grey, with patches of peach and dark stripes down her spine.  She has a Tortoiseshell mum, along with one Black and one Ginger brother – and somehow, all these genetic colour ways conspired into one pussy package.  And who ever saw a peach coloured cat??? Surely she was pre-destined for little old Peachey me!

Well here she was, in my life.  The cage was opened and the cat was out of the bag and into my life – immediately at home, skittering around, only 8 weeks old; new to this living dimension, yet facing it with such catlike confidence and an almost terrifying temerity.

I was simultaneously enraptured and in shock!  Within minutes there was mayhem – a squeaking, skittering creature on the loose in the house.  The adult cats were distinctly and hostilely not impressed.  A growl would mean George was in the vicinity, and a hiss would herald that Taz was within range of the grey furry force that was the tiny ‘Sophie Kitten’.

Sofia was no respecter of boundaries, too young to understand commands and to be fully house trained.  She literally tore through the house: ruining the curtains, crapping in crap places and shredding my skin.  She had a particularly horrid habit of running over my bare feet, with her claws embedding themselves deep into my pink flesh – my poor appendages looked like they had been run over by motorised a cheese grater…  And when ever I wore thick protective socks she would leave them well alone – oh she knew – the little madam!  And next I would find soil flung out of plant pots and onto my carefully manicured cream coloured carpets.

The most intense periods of naughtiness are first thing in the morning and last thing at night.  There is a distinctly wicked glint in those greeny grey eyes, and she switches into a terrifying, troubling trance; ignoring every one and everything in her wide awake wake; and skeetering and careering and trashing everything she meets along her tail trail.

The beautiful balance of the household was dangerously tipped.  The boy cats unhappy, me frustrated and stressed, then in the middle of it all – Sophia, oblivious to the maelstrom her kittenish presence was creating.

When she arrived in our lives, I was at the thick edge of a long period of illness and rued the disturbance her furry presence caused.  I mourned the quiet routines me and my boy cats had fallen into over the years, and the loss of their company, as they voted with their paws and left me alone with my grey bundle of boo.

I had to go to the trouble, damn it, of kitten proofing the house, of making changes to long established routines, as well as buying toys and special baby cat food.  It was all building up to a steam and bang of stress and pressure, and I thought I simply could not cope.  So I decided she had to be returned to her nest, for this Peachey household was not to be her for ever home – the sacrifices were simply, too great…

And the days turned and I ran around busily, stepping over the kitten, concerned with my daily doings and goings, and preparing for my impending, long dreamt of holiday…

So I went sailing away from our lion cave for a week, and while I was gone, the kitten was well looked after by my calm and mindful house mate.  Time moved on and I started to feel healthier in body and mind.  And somehow I had grown used to the idea of a little Sophia in my life and found that after all, I was determined to make this expansion to our world, work.

Having had the companionship of cats for most of my life, I thought I knew them and could wrangle and coax them to my co-operative will, but Sophia was a different pussy proposition.  So I read (up on cat lore) and reasoned, and then relaxed.

The ‘Little Squitler’ came into my life two days before my 50th birthday.  Friends said ‘what a perfect present’ and of course, she really is a gift.  So let’s drop the doubts, and ponder what this present of a puss gives to me…

I have a little creature to mother and I love that.  She is bonded to me and squeals her delight when she sees me.  She has such a steady and ready purr – it is quite delicious and decidedly loud, and it changes in sonic intensity as she exhales and intones her copious pleasure.  She loves to cuddle up and as her reward I scritch her skinny rib cage and scratch her chin, and no creature on this planet could possibly be more deliciously and delectably, delighted…

She chats away constantly – chirruping and berrowing where ever she goes.  She is still mastering the art of meowing, so the sounds that leave her tiny body emanate as high pitched squeaks of greeting, or complaint, or hunger, or loss, or love.  Shut her out on the wrong side of a door and she does the most piteous cries of ‘please-please-please let me in’, that I have ever heard in the animal world.

Her uncle cats are still not impressed.  My big black moggy Taz has practically moved into the garden.  He pops indoors quickly to eat or for fuss, and then the little interloper runs excitedly up to him and he is gone, being either in fight or flight mode.  George I always knew would be braver – despite his soft pedigree good looks, he is an alpha male and made of sterner stuff.  He is also bonded tightly to me and wants to be around me constantly.  And at first it was for minutes if she was there, and then more minutes, and now sometimes hours…

Sofia absolutely adores George and on seeing him, rushes up squealing her delight.  In return she receives a gentle warning swipe and a long, low, deep growl…  George will only tolerate her if she is still and silent, so if she creeps up to him while he is sleeping and snuggles in, that, strangely, is allowed.  Though the second she wants to play or squeaks or reaches out, it’s game over and he is gone, escaping any where she is not.

Sophia knows her name now, is occasionally responding to commands and loves her furry little life.  So a few days ago, when she was sitting on my lap, looking up at me purring, blinking and adoring, I wondered what lessons we will learn together as we pad and walk our journeys through life.  Her name ‘Sophia’ actually means ‘wisdom’, so time, tide and fur will surely tell.

We’ll work it out, since we girls are good at that, and the boys will work it all out, in their own feline way and with my intermittent human interference, too.

This is it then, the intention is now set: let’s all expand the Peachey Pride into a happy, harmonious and, of course – ‘purrfect’ one ;-).

With tickles and treats

S xxx

PS: See my ‘Love Letter to catkind’, along with more ‘Love Letters to Life’ to the people, phenomena and happenings that make up my Peachey Life. You can get hold of your copy here…  or else from Amazon (in both Kindle and Paperback formats) and from all good book shops…

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                                    Sophia, ‘helping’ me to unwrap my birthday presents…

Letter to Mum… One Year On…

Dear Mum

There I was, rushing from one transient transaction to another – caught up in doing and being, and filling out and filling in the long hot hours; and eventually, in the middle of it all, I paused… and then the realisation racked and rocked me… You died a year ago, this very week…

A year… time and tide marked by the passing of days – of suns, moons and of tears. And laughter and anger too and all the other inner panoply of life, along with the external chaotic, diametric business of the outer life…  Then the crazy cliché of ‘how can that be’, how can this time have passed, have changed, have thrown me forward one whole year of existence – moving on from that one day..?

A day with a telephone call, a dazed evening journey to the hospital, a dark evening with a strange doctor explaining, wandering all around the verbal houses before he would say… when inside I was screaming – ‘just tell me!!!‘. And finally he told me… And so that was the beginning of this particular end…

And so my destination on that day changed, for that was the end of my mother’s earthly journey, and the start of renegotiating my own as a result. My sense of identity subtly shifting as my concepts of self, of connection, of reason, of pattern and of pace and place, all change and re-form and reinvent, and then connect back up, to a new whole, yet wholly recognisable me.

That it is what it is, with me – Sandra – newly orphaned child of this parish and currently good with where the journey has taken me, and yet I find that the relationship with my mother still lives and grows, and indeed ebbs and flows…

And as life is, I have thought of her and not, off and on, splinking on and away from the radar of my consciousness, and I know too, without doubt, that she is always with me, part of the DNA of my sub-consciousness.  I have lived my life to be so different from her and yet, so often, am so very much the same.

My mother was certainly feisty and often fiery and frequently noisy (her silences were, some how especially loud…).  At times, being with her felt like a constant drone of negativity, of bile and bitterness, of blaming and wailing and ranting. That is not the complete picture of course, but that is what I carried with me, for so so long, down trails of tears and disaster; till I found and released my own light, and then shone it back at her and then I could see her burning more beautiful and brighter in the glow…

Or so I think or thought… I’ve had a long tough period where my health has been difficult, dogged by headache and exhaustion, and this illness has been constant and chilling and it has changed the game of my life, taken me frequently to the doctor and to the hospital, and I have read and meditated and shared… and yet instead of healing, it has escalated to a recent point in time, through body and mind, onwards to the hated signs of menopause.

I remember well my mother’s menopause years, and I shared with her too my fizzing female teenage hormonal hours, as we were spitting and spatting through the transitions of our respective walking womanhood journeys.

And so here am I, now going through that second transition myself and not, I have to say wearing it well…  My body creates chemicals and has suffered them into my blood stream, changing the body that I thought I controlled; and then those horrible hormonal spheres infiltrated me deeper and deeper and then the mind bubbles, burns and bends with evil thoughts, hates and intentions.

Nothing would stop this vile onset – not doctor drugs, not change of diet, not chatting it all out with my female friends, neither incanting affirmations, or seeking alternative therapies. I was just not ready to accept and heal.  And so it all escalated and exploded and I started to speak out, to let my untamed thoughts and feelings free, like misty grey moths flying to a dark moon.

From this loosened version of me, I’ve said some really real and sometimes harsh things to those in my orbit… “Oh my god – I am my mother!!!”  Suddenly from my body being lassoed by horrendous hormones, I was actually possessed by my mad mother and it felt so intense that I was her, wrapped simply in my own outer skin…  Her disappointment, her bile, her anger and frustration were me and it was hell.  Hot, hurting, tearful, bloated and menacing hell.

And going through this, I have thought and said aloud, again and again, I can now understand more why she acted in those loud ways of hers, and have so much more empathy for what she said, did and felt…

The thing is, I could hate that my mother was so outspoken, so I always chose, in the past, to be the opposite.  Yet despite the hell, through the twisting agonies of hardened emotions turning to spoken word, I would remember that I secretly envied that chiding freedom of voice she had, and her complete ‘take it or leave it’ attitude.  And so everything I have said through that demonic time, I do not regret.  It was all my truth, and it was time to burn its’ way out and to face and feel the heat of its’ consequences.

With heaving, seething hormones – decisions and doings became heavy and difficult as I crawled this satanic pathway.  I wonder would the world who shared my surface swannings about have guessed?   The proud white swan was gliding in sweet sight on still waters and yet paddling furiously and drowning under water and out of subtle sight…

And that has been the year of my body and mind… and yet too, what an absolutely awesome year…  Mum would be so very proud (and I like to think, IS proud…). ‘Her’ Sandra has published a book, appeared in famous places – in print and on airwaves.  And her Sandra won an Award and received it in a gorgeous dress, with fabulous shoes and applause and dancing.  She was always proud when I did good and she was proud when I looked good.  And her Sandra has coached and spoken and supported and laughed and written and achieved so much and had the most wonderful time; going along and giving her gratitude for a crazy and amazing existence both in time and in head space.

Yet there it all was, the worse of me, inside of me, frothing and flailing; and I had to come, eventually to my own stubborn resolution, not overtly sought, for I could not see the way out.

It happened as I was leading my group of gorgeous ‘Damsels in Success’ to their own conclusions, resolutions and light… then suddenly for me too, the light bulb snapped on and there it was… sweet and blessed relief and resolution.  Here was my delicious clarity – to embrace this transition, these lessons in life and to joyfully receive my healing.  This is my selfish / selfless reason for supporting, for I constantly crave the same succulent thing too…

Well that was one balmy evening, and the next morning there I was chatting on a radio show in a strange city, and she would so love that… And then, later, my footsteps took me towards a cathedral I had never passed the portals of before – and I was drawn in, inexorably and naturally.  It was time to absorb, time to reflect, to celebrate and to make my peace.  I lit a candle and breathed the sacred atmosphere in, feeling my mother comfortable and close.

I wandered on through this sacred space and there were just two stained glass windows.  They were installed in the year I was born – so my attention was piqued and caught, as was my heart as the light streamed through the glowing arches above me.  I read that they represented the journey from darkness to light… and they were of course, there just for me – my sign, my message, my seal on healing.

And I walked out of that perfect place into intense July sunlight… A year ago, on another such beautiful July day – we said farewell to the physical mother and celebrated her life… That whole day, with its’ sun and singing; family and friending; remembrance and reconciliation, was a gorgeous gift from God for me.  Now, four seasons later, I needed this day too: to remember my mother in every way, and to heal and to reconcile – both me and her…

So now I have turned my cathedral corner and am again walking in the glorious sunlight…

A whole year ago, at my mother’s final church service, I stood up to speak my piece and this came to me: “mother has a message for you all – she has had a word with God and arranged this gorgeous sunny weather as a special thank you for being here today…”

And that is how that ending began, and then how this ending ends…

With love from

      Sandra

Doubter and Daughter xx

There are more letters to my mother, along with more ‘Love Letters to Life’ to the people, phenomena and happenings that make up my Peachey Life. You can get hold of your copy here…  or else from Amazon (in both Kindle and Paperback formats) and from all good book shops!

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The Journey into Light

Would you like your own Peachey Letter?

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When I started writing my Peachey Letters blog, it was just for me… to exercise my writing muscles, exorcise my demons and to celebrate my blonde, complicated, amazing, up and down kind of a life.

It all kicked off when I decided to set my self a blog challenge to write a ‘love letter to life’ every day of the month of February 2012; and to ensure that I completed my own task, I decided to go public and tell the world what I was going to do on social media…

After only the 2nd post I thought I had done a completely crazy thing and would be judged for being a mad woman, having a mid life crisis… Then I started to get the most AMAZING feedback (some of which you can see elsewhere on this blog) – so many people were touched by my letters, and so it came to pass that a year later in February 2013 my gorgeous book ‘Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life was published’.

Some of my letters sprang from my psyche and I simply helped them onto the page, where as others still were created at the request of friends, colleagues and mentors.  One such was the letter to Gill Potter, based on the speech I gave at her book launch…

Since starting my blog I have been asked to write ‘bespoke’ letters – for birthdays, weddings (vows and gifts), the opening of a business, Mother’s and Father’s Day, etc.   So, since I have been quietly beavering away at this in the background, I have now decided to offer this opportunity out to the world at large…

It’s all detailed here on my website – where you can purchase your Bespoke Peachey Letter which comes with a hard copy of the book too.

My Peachey Letters are my gift to you and if you would like the gift of your own letter, then I’d love to hear from you.

With warm writerly regards

Sandra

Sandra Peachey: Author of ‘Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life

Peachey Letters Out and About…

Whilst all has been quiet on the blog front for a little while, Peachey Letters has been out there in the world doing its’ own bookish thing…

To my great excitement the book is now stocked in library branches in both Leamington Spa and Coventry (central England for those of you outside the UK) and they have even been tweeting about it!  It’s a far cry from the quiet days when I used to borrow books at these same branches as a child, and I feel really honoured that they are supporting and stocking a local authoress in this way.

As a speaker, I am frequently appearing at networking groups, book clubs, charities and other organisations to talk about the book.  The fact that it started life as a blog and is such a personal memoranda, seems to have captured the imagination of many, and so I love to share my story and encourage others to drop their demons, celebrate their lives and pursue their publishing dreams too.

Peachey Letters and my self have been featured in a number of publications too: nationally it has featured in the hard and digital editions of Psychologies Magazine (see below) and a fabulous 2 page spread in The Lady.

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The first ever media article was in my local newspaper in Coventry and there have been a number of mentions across Warwickshire media too, most recently with a spread in the Social pages of Warwickshire Life (see below).

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It has also found its’ way onto a number of websites, including Silver Surfers, Mature Times, and an interesting Question and Answer feature on Female First.

Peachey Letters has even received a favourable book review from a local book shop – written as it turns out by my old RE teacher from school days! And I have found it referenced on a number of blogs, including this one from a lovely lady called Harriet Stack.

When I started my blog back in February 2012 – I never could have imagined the impact it would have, and the journey continues…

Last but not least I am developing not one, but four different new book projects at the moment!   The next one to be published is a collaboration with 9 authoresses from (female personal development community) Damsels in Success (of which I am a director) and for which I have written a chapter.  We are just about to start work on our 4th draft, which is why these things take time to come to fruition… so watch this space for more news!!

And that is all from Peachey Letters for now… There will, no doubt be more…

With warm regards

    Sandra

Sandra Peachey: Author of Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life

You can purchase the book on my website, on Amazon and in any book shop worth its’ salt 😉