Hi Everyone!

I have been thinking this morning about perception and choice. I am excited about the fact that we are the creators of our reality.

Isn’t it AWESOME! I am so glad that the word awesome has been invented it describes so perfectly the swelling in my being when I think of my connection to all that is! AWESOMEEEENESS! Wooohoooo!

Anyway, let me reel in my excitement for a moment and address you with calm.

It is through personal perception that we make the judgements that tie together to create our fabric of personality and identity.

All the occurrences in our lives cause a response in our body/mind, we then, usually according to habit, choose whether to focus our attention on this response or not.

It is from this point of choice, the FOCUSING choice, that we go on to create the next moment and the next and so on!

Taking all this into account, wouldn’t you think that gifting children with this quantum/physical knowledge would be an awesome way to go for future positive change?

The social impact of a generation of conscious creators is a phenomena that is yet to be observed, may feel like a ‘risk’ to the current mindset and can only be a step in a more peaceful and accountable direction!

Educating children on their ability to choose the direction of their lives is not only a good idea, it is entirely possible and brings awesome results for individuals and families.

I have had direct experience when ‘Sunny’ my 8yr old nearly drowned a few years ago.

I wrote a story at the time, in part to process the experience but primarily to illustrate the choices humans have, even in dire circumstances.

The choice to view life in a way that supports survival and peace of mind or alternatively to see life as out to get us leaving us frightened of the next thing.

After much deliberation I have decided to post the story Sunny Saves Himself.

Enjoy the story and feel free to print it off and read to your kids. Every child has the right to feel as awesome about themselves and their lives as Sunny does!

SUNNY SAVES HIMSELF (published in the I AM Inspiration!-Educators handbook )

The sun leapt through the window and licked my face.’ Wake up,’ it said. ‘Getupgetup!’

I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn’t budge. I tried again – this time one swollen eyelid peeled back a crack.

My fingers met crusty stuff that was gluing my eyes shut. Disgusting. Pick, pick, peel, pick. If I was a giraffe I’d probably lick them clean. I wasn’t though, I was me: Solomon Oliver Larkin, aka ‘Sunny’ and I had to get this muck out of my eyes before Mum said I was too sick to go to the beach!

‘What’s that?

My tacky fingers halted in front of my face.

Mum stood in the doorway, her eyebrows wriggling up and down like caterpillars! Ducking under my brother’s hanging planes she pounced and peered closer.

‘Looks like you have conjunctivitis, Sunny.’

My heart sank.

‘Lucky for you, kiddo, we’re going to the beach today – the salt water will be good for your eyes.’

My body relaxed into my Samurai quilt, I’d been worrying for nothing! I hate it when things have to change. I like my life to go smoothly, everything organised. Mum says I worry too much and people who worry sometimes miss the beautiful moments. ‘Living your life is like writing a book.’ She says, ‘Will you make it a comedy or a tragedy?’

‘MUM!’ my brother Max bellowed. I could see him through the window banging on the roof of the car! ‘If Sunny doesn’t hurry up, just leave him at home.’

No way! I sprung up and raced around my room. Rosa mock growled and snapped playfully and ten martial arts warriors wobbled on their shelf. I grabbed my boardies and beach towel.

A green apple hurtled toward me, ‘Breakfast!’ Mum’s voice warned, but my reflexes were tip top and the apple made a crisp echo as I caught it perfectly.

Outside the sun had retreated behind a blanket of cloud. The weather did not look trustworthy- if I didn’t hurry up Mum could still change her mind.


‘The waves are too far out,’ Mum said, ‘not such a great day for the beach after all. Maybe we should go home, unless you kids don’t mind eating saaandwiches for lunch.’

Max groaned loudly at Mum’s lame joke but I was already running to the water’s edge. The wind was whirring, the sea was smashing and the sand whipped my ankles. All the sensations wrapped around me and clogged my ears. Up on the dune, Mum’s mouth was opening and shutting like a goldfish but I couldn’t hear a thing. Beside her, Rosa rolled on the beach, wagging her huge tail and sending sprays of golden sand arcing through the air.

I couldn’t wait to slide the waves. My muscles tensed in anticipation. I hungered for freedom with my whole body. I would find a beauty, travel up its smooth side and then fall over the top like a happy dolphin into the ocean’s cool belly.

Standing on the edge of the world, my eyes wandered back to Mum. She was trying to spread out our rug in the wind with Rosa’s yellow paws slapping at her and getting in the way. Bad weather for a picnic, but that wasn’t why I was here. The waves were what I wanted.

I raced Max, lifting my legs as high as I could in a pointless attempt to avoid the cold water. There was no way he was going to beat me- I was way faster. ‘WOO HOO!’ yelled Max and dived under the first wave’s frothy head right in front of me. ‘It’s ‘cause you’re older!’ I yelled, diving after him like a little brother fish.

I splashed and flipped and flopped. Happiness whacked my face and healed my eyes. I was the wettest and the fastest and the greatest.

The waves were incredibly far away, almost as far as my sticky eye could see. Max kept kicking out to sea. He looked back at me as if to say, ‘HA you’ll never be able to beat me!’

Oh yeah?

A chill prickled the back of my neck and I thought about Mum, but she quickly became a distant shape in my mind. Max and I were on a mission, we had a goal.

I dived through a wave, it was no good; the froth was thick and it stuck to my face like a grandma kiss.

I wanted the perfect wave – a greeny-blue one with slippery sides that would carry me up and over and best of all shoot me past Max!

And there it was.

Sure it was just a speck yet but it was building. My heart swelled. I swam ferociously, faster than the big tuna that Dad sometimes hunted. Yeah Max was bigger and his legs longer but I had my eyes on the prize.

I met the wave. It was like the first potato chip in a brand new packet, crisp and salty and wonderful.

I closed my eyes and pushed off from the sandy bottom.  I flew up the side like an eagle soaring toward the summit and OVER. That wave was a roller coaster and then, PLOP, I was dropped into calmer water on the far side, I floated for a moment, and then flipped over to look for Max. His sandy head bobbed far, far away from me. He was waving and calling but his words were like seagull shrieks being swallowed by the sky.

Oh no…. a poisonous fear snaked through my body…..

I looked toward the shore but I couldn’t see Mum or Rosa and worse still, I couldn’t reach the bottom anymore!

My stomach lurched!

There was a mountain of rocks to my left and a lady in a bright, green hat calling to me and waving her arms. I was scared, my legs kicked wildly, someone had pressed the panic button.

I thought about Mum and her wiggly eyebrows. I kept thinking about her while my body was carried swiftly toward the horizon.

I was going to die. I wanted to cry but there wasn’t any space for that. A big wave with sticky, mean fingers grabbed my head and pushed me under. I struggled back to the surface, my hands grasping nothing.

I couldn’t remember which way was up. I was being pushed down and dragged out. I’d lost my brother and I’d lost control, then thankfully my head burst out into the sun and sweet, salty air filled my lungs.

The rocks loomed before me, growing larger. I was getting closer. Maybe I could grab one? Fear overwhelmed me. The waves broke into a thousand tiny shards as they flung themselves at the gun metal rocks. I didn’t want that to be me.

I could hear the lady with the green hat then, calling me to the edge. Where was Max? He was nowhere, everybody was nowhere and I was a tiny speck in a huge, wet world.


I gathered a lungful of oxygen and bellowed, I reached into the bottom of my guts and screamed loud enough to curdle blood.

The water swam up my nose and flooded my throat but each time I could, I sucked in air and used it. I summoned sea ghosts and ocean zombies with my cries and they lifted me higher than before, high enough to catch a glimpse of someone’s face.

Someone had seen me or heard me, someone was coming to save me and the lady on the rock was saying, ‘Swim this way’. Then I felt a beautiful thing, my foot struck gold!

The rocks felt friendly as I scrambled to hold on like a monkey.

Suddenly another wave reared up and pushed me roughly off balance. My side smashed into the rocks and I ripped along the barnacles there, I screamed and sobbed sucking in a mouthful of salty water.

I choked and spluttered. My nose and throat burned but I forced myself to take a breath.

A pointy rock jutted out and I reached up, my muscles aching. A barnacle sliced my palm and blood stained the water around my face, but it didn’t matter. This was what I had to do or I would be swallowed by the hungry sea.

My knees were bloody-shark-bait and my hands were  raw but I didn’t care. I was going to live!

The lady with the green hat peeled me off the rock like a wet feather. She was about to hug me when I looked up and saw Mum.

Leaping and bounding across jagged edges to get to me she was like a big nanny goat. Mum grabbed me and pulled me into her soft, safe motherliness. Her face was crumpled and wet. I was crying too and my body shook uncontrollably.

Something whacked my leg then whacked it again; Rosa gazed up at me with chocolate eyes and fat droplets of saliva falling off her pink tongue.

But where was Max? For a moment my heart went cold, I was certain he was still out there struggling to keep his head above the water. I was about to cry out when I spotted him sitting on a small, flat rock. Tears smudged his face and I knew that he had had a scary time too. I slipped out of Mum’s arms to go sit near my brother. Right at that moment I loved my family more than anything in the universe.

For a little while we relived the drama. We talked about how I nearly died. I felt the panic and the fear surge through my body over and over again. We spoke about how people were trying to save me and how, for a moment, Max thought he had lost me to the jaws of the wild water. We talked of how Max was tripped up by the trickster waves also but managed to swim to shore.

Soon our voices faded and the ocean’s roar filled the silence.

‘It’s not everyone that can say they took on the sea and lived to tell the tale,’ Mum finally said, ‘you can be proud of your effort Sunny.’ She looked down at her toes peeping out from under the sand like little crabs. I could tell she was imagining what it would be like if the sea had won.

That was a scary story, the one where the sea was the winner, a ghost story. It was a story I didn’t want to entertain.

I liked my story heaps better, the one where even though there were people swimming and surfer’s surfing and mother’s crying and brother’s searching and dog’s running and barking and ladies in green hats – I was the hero. I fought the mighty ocean warrior and won.

My story was written in thick, black ink with a bold and glorious headline.


Today on the south side beach of the popular Bogangar headland a young boy proved himself a hero. Eight-year-old Sunny Larkin of Murwillumbah faced a tough situation today when he found himself being swept out to sea. Helpless onlookers witnessed the boy’s heroic effort.

Sunny’s mother and brother, Max watched on with their hearts in their throats as the sea attempted to swallow their precious Sunny. The water was the roughest it’s been in recorded history – the waves were up to thirty feet high! One man tried swimming to Sunny’s aid but was unable to reach the boy.

Thankfully, due to strength and resilience on Sunny’s part he braved the infamous SMASHER ROCKS and pulled himself to safety. The community needs more young men of Sunny’s courage and spirit.

When interviewed after his ordeal, Sunny was reported to say, “Yes, it was very rough and frightening out there and I am proud of myself but if my situation can remind even one other kid to listen to their parents and be safer at the beach, it was worth it.” A timely warning from a brave young man as we head into Summer, so keep your hats on and always remember to swim between the flags.

This is my story and I am sticking to it!

PS- Salty water is good for the eyes!!


Wow, you read the whole thing!


I look at every thing now as an opportunity to see the positive, to create the platform from which I leap in to the next thing.

I might as well choose positively because as we know ‘the next thing always happens!’

Until next time,

Keep breathing,






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