Merry Christmas

Written by admin on December 18, 2017

Josie’s Christmas message

Christmas is generally a time when loved ones come together to celebrate the spirit of connection, community and care.

This can also be a very lonely time for some.


Upon reflection, this year has been tough yet filled with many blessings for me: 

  • I had 6 months off to recuperate from another major surgery,
  • I gained clarity about the future direction of my business forward
  • My daughter completed third year at university
  • I presented in Washington DC at the international Coach Federation (ICF) conference
  • 8 loved ones passed over
  • I celebrated a milestone birthday
  • I’ve been managing adrenal exhaustion
  • I’ve been confirmed to speak at Australia’s premier Happiness Conference in June 2018 with the Dalai Lama
  • My son completed year 12 of high school
  • Travelled to some amazing places including India and Cambodia.
  • Witnessed my father’s joy when his team won the AFL grand final.
  • Began collaborations on exciting new projects coming in the New Year.

Wow! What a year! A combination of grief and relief. And a significant milestone for me as mother’ to redefine my role in the lives of my fast growing children who are now taking bold steps into their own independent futures. 

You see, I’ve defined myself as mother above all else in life. I take this role very seriously (must be the italian’ in me) and is prioritised above all other commitments. Now, it’s time to rethink my own future and ask myself: what do I really want to do when I grow up? 

Well… I’ve decided I’m not going to grow up for starters! And I’ve decided it’s now time to put me first. I can commit to passions and interests that I’ve sidelined for many years, and cultivate other aspects of myself to allow a little more joy, friendships and fun into my days. Want to join me? Watch this space as I’ll be soon launching two very special spaces’ where we can engage together more deeply and intimately to create a life we truly love. Look out for Coffee, Tea & Josie; and my inaugural Retreat in March 2018. Bring it on!

This festive break will be a conscious switching off’ from technology too a disconnect to reconnect with what and who really matters…. including myself. 

A big insight I had recently (which you may identify with too), is that I only really stop’ and allow myself to rest when I’m sick ie. my body crashes and gives me clear signals to be still. Even then, I will push forward and not usually allow myself the proper care and attention I deserve (that’s the female Taurean in me who can’t sit still). 

This festive break will be different. I will stop and switch off and tune INto me, my family and friends. I hope you will too. Life is way too short for anything else. The most precious gifts cannot be bought.

At this time of year let us focus on and treasure the blessings in our life our friends, our health, our healthy minds, our capabilities, our home, our family’ (by birth or choice), our safety, the sunrises, fresh air, our choices, and each precious breath.

May your days be blessed with peace, calm, joy and grace. 


With love, 


Please Note:

Josie Thomson HQ is going on holiday.

 It’s that time of the year again…

Time to take a break, spend time with loved ones, travel, and enjoy some quiet time to rest and recharge.  We are closing on 22nd December 2017 and will be back on deck on 30th January 2018.

We’ll be on skeleton staff during the break to attend to any urgent enquiries. My heart-felt thanks for your support, friendship and collaboration this year.

I look forward to reconnecting with you and offering you some exciting new ways to engage directly with me in 2018.  If I don’t get a chance to see you in person before the holidays, I wish you a joy-filled and wonder-full festive season. 


Here’s a story about the spirit of Christmas to warm your heart.

The White Envelope
As told by Nancy W. Gavin.

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas–oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it–overspending… the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma—the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.

As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford.

Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.”

Mike loved kids all kids and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.

On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition–one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn’t end there.

You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing to take down the envelope.

Mike’s spirit, like the Christmas spirit will always be with us.


This story was originally published in the December 14, 1982 issue of Woman’s Day magazine by Nancy W. Gavin. It was the first place winner out of thousands of entries in the magazine’s My Most Moving Holiday Tradition” contest in which readers were asked to share their favourite holiday tradition and the story behind it.