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 Mostly, I am like this…


…all enthusiastic for life, buoyant, energetic, getting things done, embracing all that this wonderful world has to offer. And sometimes I am like this…


…a bit of a writer, a-scribbling and a-tapping away in various notebooks and on various keyboards. Generally, I am mostly a writer until I misspell ‘owl’ as ‘wol’ and then I get antsy with myself and give up for a bit. Always I come back to writing. Always. And sometimes I’m like this…


…trying not to eat too much then remembering the lovely cake I made that’s in the cake tin. Occasionally I get stuck in a rabbit hole because of the cake eating, but usually I manage to pop out again, if I lay off the cake. Recently, I’ve been feeling a bit like this…


…you know, it’s approaching Winter time, hibernation, a bit sluggish, let me hide away from it all for a while, or at least until the daffodils appear…any number of reasons really, just chuck a blanket over me and check every now and then to make sure I’m still breathing…a bit lost but I know where I can lay a hoof on a map…

….anyway, today I received an email from a friend, an American friend who I connected with years ago and who I’ve channeled a bit of healing for in the past. The email was a mixed missive, containing as it did news of hope, of deep sadness, and of thanks. Both heart-lifting and heart-breaking in equal parts. 

It was like the Universe had been listening to me, in my Eeyore state, grumbling on about ‘what’s the point?’ of various things, of ‘why am I bothering?’ and ‘is this it, then?’ because I had been struggling to channel my inner Tigger/ Owl/Pooh. The Universe has told me, actually, told me OFF, through the arrival of this email, to get my shit together because I do have a purpose and I am worth something in my own right and whilst I am allowed to have a little Eeyore holiday (well, I’d made a hot water bottle so it would be rude not to snuggle up!) it is important for me to CRACK ON with my plans and not allow them to get away just because I happen to think I haven’t the skills to manifest them. Life, it was saying, is both good and bad, up and down, Yin and Yang, stop and start, movement and stillness….well, you get what I mean…and you just have to ride with it, full stop. 

Basically, the upshot is that a) I am right about my developing thoughts on my healer pathway, even though I’m not sure how it’s going to work out just yet, and b) that there WILL be a Much Malarkey Manor Christmas Story this year even if I have to stab my eyeballs with Bic biros to make it happen. In truth, I have been given a right Royal metaphorical kick up the backside! 

Other than that I’ve made a large jar of sauerkraut and a Christmas Pudding this week. I’ve also read a novel which could double as an instruction manual for ‘How To Be A Murderous Sociopath’ and which quite put me off eating oranges. 

That’s all. Bye! 

Comments

Lynne-FtWorth said…
Thank you Denise for all your kind words. Your friendship is worth the world to me.
23 November 2021 at 14:54
Denise said…
Deanna - any time, my friend. Any time. Xx
30 November 2021 at 20:33
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