In mid-June, I took my ThetaHealing course; it exceeded any expectations I may have had in what we covered. Already I have been putting it into practice before I "go public", as it were.
It will be interesting to see what results it brings ....
There are still a few more volunteers in the pipeline, for which I am very grateful. Although it is a very simple principle, the techniques take some getting used to.
Watch this space for feedback on those sessions.
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Scalpels at dawn!
Over the last couple of months The Boy has been tried on two different medications, neither of which suits him. His side-effects have been very unpleasant for him. His best hope now is to resort to surgery and he is booked in for Thursday 25th June.
Timing is questionable as the Court Hearing should conclude today, June 24th!
Trust that all is in Divine Order ......
Timing is questionable as the Court Hearing should conclude today, June 24th!
Trust that all is in Divine Order ......
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
It's in the neck, you know .....
Well, Little Man's bathing must have helped after all; he has moved on to a new adoptive family!
The New House Guest has had to leave ahead of time thanks to The Boy feeling usurped by his presence! Such a pity; we had hoped for the makings of a new friendship there but it was not to be.
Yesterday the Medicine Man speaketh and declared that The Boy does indeed have hyperthyroidism. The first stage is to check how the condition responds to medication; pills have been made available for collection today. Coincidentally, for the first time ever in the 6 weeks he has been with us, during the night he was sick. Other than that, he continues to look well and is settling down again now that The New House Guest has departed.
We had an unexpcted visit from my sister J last Monday. She was en route to her hotel 'down South' in readiness for a client appointment the next day and was able to do a detour for a couple of hours. She was able to meet The Boy for the first time, fresh from his visit to the Medicine Man and quickly recovering from his hyperventilation from the ordeal!
AND, today is the last day for Donna at The Boy's former care home. We will miss her greatly as she has such a calm and friendly presence. We wish her good luck in her new adventure!
The New House Guest has had to leave ahead of time thanks to The Boy feeling usurped by his presence! Such a pity; we had hoped for the makings of a new friendship there but it was not to be.
Yesterday the Medicine Man speaketh and declared that The Boy does indeed have hyperthyroidism. The first stage is to check how the condition responds to medication; pills have been made available for collection today. Coincidentally, for the first time ever in the 6 weeks he has been with us, during the night he was sick. Other than that, he continues to look well and is settling down again now that The New House Guest has departed.
We had an unexpcted visit from my sister J last Monday. She was en route to her hotel 'down South' in readiness for a client appointment the next day and was able to do a detour for a couple of hours. She was able to meet The Boy for the first time, fresh from his visit to the Medicine Man and quickly recovering from his hyperventilation from the ordeal!
AND, today is the last day for Donna at The Boy's former care home. We will miss her greatly as she has such a calm and friendly presence. We wish her good luck in her new adventure!
Friday, 10 April 2009
New house guest
Well, by Easter Sunday The Boy will have been with us for 4 weeks. Earlier this week his ears were given the all-clear by a different Medicine Man but his views are that the blood tests for thyroid function should still go ahead. He has been booked in for Monday 20th April.
We have a house guest whom we hoped would become a new friend for The Boy but it is not quite working out that way. It hasn't come to fisticuffs exactly but they are best kept involved in separate activities. Shame, really.
During one of my volunteering spells yesterday, I offered to give Little Man a bath. He is a delightful fellow but has a habit of 'wearing' his ear ointment all over himself. The end result gives him an endearingly scruffy look but I accept that it might not be viewed in that light by others and could potentially compromise his future. He was so good; I have never known such a well-behaved chap in those circumstances. Let's hope his spruced-up appearance helps ......
We have a house guest whom we hoped would become a new friend for The Boy but it is not quite working out that way. It hasn't come to fisticuffs exactly but they are best kept involved in separate activities. Shame, really.
During one of my volunteering spells yesterday, I offered to give Little Man a bath. He is a delightful fellow but has a habit of 'wearing' his ear ointment all over himself. The end result gives him an endearingly scruffy look but I accept that it might not be viewed in that light by others and could potentially compromise his future. He was so good; I have never known such a well-behaved chap in those circumstances. Let's hope his spruced-up appearance helps ......
Monday, 30 March 2009
Medicine Man and The Boy
Day 15 of The Boy being with us!!
It was time for him to meet up this morning with the Medicine Man who was delighted with The Boy's progress. A slight problem with his ears was noticed so we have some product to correct that and he needs to go back in another week for a check-up. Otherwise, so far so good even to the point that the scheduled blood tests in 3 weeks' time may be put in abeyance. A decision will be made nearer the time depending on how he is then. Super!!
It was time for him to meet up this morning with the Medicine Man who was delighted with The Boy's progress. A slight problem with his ears was noticed so we have some product to correct that and he needs to go back in another week for a check-up. Otherwise, so far so good even to the point that the scheduled blood tests in 3 weeks' time may be put in abeyance. A decision will be made nearer the time depending on how he is then. Super!!
Saturday, 28 March 2009
Obsessed with Poo
Ever since the arrival of The Boy 13 days ago, I have developed an obsession with Poo. No, not the Pooh Bear variety, I mean Poo as in No2.
It has been the topic of great daily discussion at home and more so when I visit The Boy's previous home, where it gets discussed in minute detail. Someone has even written a book on the subject, believe it or not! I think it's called 'Always look after number two!'
My daughter L could tell you a funny story. In her teens, she worked at an equestrian centre and lived on site in a caravan, complete with chemical toilet. As you would imagine, it needed to be emptied on a regular basis and, thankfully, there was somewhere to deposit the contents just a short drive from where her caravan was situated. This procedure filled her with dread and embarrassment so she would only allow it to take place as the light was fading. Hmmm. You're ahead of me now, I think. Off we drove with the chemy loo in the boot of the car; sun roof, rear hatch, all windows - and anything else that would allow ventilation - wide open. We covered our mouths and noses as best we could and avoided speaking to one another. The road (dirt track - no pun intended) was very bumpy and uneven so we had to go slowly thanks to the precariously balanced cargo in the boot. The last thing we wanted was for that to topple over..... So, on arrival at the dumping destination we struggled to unload the chemy loo without spillage then looked for a suitable place to empty it. The light was fading fast, hampering our progress. The task was left to me to perform and I became very mindful of where my feet were in relation to the flow! By now it was dark and I had no intention of using Braille, hands or anything attached to my person to determine whether or not I had got it right!
Mission accomplished, we headed back to the caravan with all ventilation modes still fully employed, but at least we could speak now. Strange, though, how some aromas stay with you lodged for hours or even days in the nostrils.
How much simpler things were in my yacht-racing days when all we had was a bucket labelled on one side 'Le Pissoir' and on the other, 'Le shittoir'. The down side was in being the only female crew member with four guys on board. After using said recepticle, when one was coming back up on deck with the bucket, out of necessity, being held out of the hatch first four guys would gaze at its contents and declare, "All that and from such a small girl!!"
DDD, you want to know what embarrassment is? It can be more than just a chemy loo!
It has been the topic of great daily discussion at home and more so when I visit The Boy's previous home, where it gets discussed in minute detail. Someone has even written a book on the subject, believe it or not! I think it's called 'Always look after number two!'
My daughter L could tell you a funny story. In her teens, she worked at an equestrian centre and lived on site in a caravan, complete with chemical toilet. As you would imagine, it needed to be emptied on a regular basis and, thankfully, there was somewhere to deposit the contents just a short drive from where her caravan was situated. This procedure filled her with dread and embarrassment so she would only allow it to take place as the light was fading. Hmmm. You're ahead of me now, I think. Off we drove with the chemy loo in the boot of the car; sun roof, rear hatch, all windows - and anything else that would allow ventilation - wide open. We covered our mouths and noses as best we could and avoided speaking to one another. The road (dirt track - no pun intended) was very bumpy and uneven so we had to go slowly thanks to the precariously balanced cargo in the boot. The last thing we wanted was for that to topple over..... So, on arrival at the dumping destination we struggled to unload the chemy loo without spillage then looked for a suitable place to empty it. The light was fading fast, hampering our progress. The task was left to me to perform and I became very mindful of where my feet were in relation to the flow! By now it was dark and I had no intention of using Braille, hands or anything attached to my person to determine whether or not I had got it right!
Mission accomplished, we headed back to the caravan with all ventilation modes still fully employed, but at least we could speak now. Strange, though, how some aromas stay with you lodged for hours or even days in the nostrils.
How much simpler things were in my yacht-racing days when all we had was a bucket labelled on one side 'Le Pissoir' and on the other, 'Le shittoir'. The down side was in being the only female crew member with four guys on board. After using said recepticle, when one was coming back up on deck with the bucket, out of necessity, being held out of the hatch first four guys would gaze at its contents and declare, "All that and from such a small girl!!"
DDD, you want to know what embarrassment is? It can be more than just a chemy loo!
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
His Master's Voice
'The Boy' is learning to master his craft of being top in his arena.
Late-ish last night, after our delightful evening in Chesham (for me, at any rate, as I had not one but TWO massages, unlike MrT who missed out on a second chance..) we were sitting in the kitchen finishing a light supper when we heard a crying noise. Now this is not the first time since his arrival that we have encountered this wailing. After further investigation, The Boy was found in the sitting room looking forlorn and abandoned. Going back to the kitchen I urged MrT to bring his coffee into the sitting room, which he did, then we both settled ourselves on the sofa. Almost immediately, The Boy launched himself into our laps. He had clearly decided that he had waited quite long enough for us to come home and get comfortably ensconced for the evening, hence the decision to take action himself! Effective action too, I might add. He endeared himself yet further to MrT by shaking his head a lot and emitting wet bits that flew into T's face, which remained fairly crumpled for the rest of the evening in anticipation of more to come each time The Boy moved. Thankfully, T is a very forgiving sort of chap ....
Late-ish last night, after our delightful evening in Chesham (for me, at any rate, as I had not one but TWO massages, unlike MrT who missed out on a second chance..) we were sitting in the kitchen finishing a light supper when we heard a crying noise. Now this is not the first time since his arrival that we have encountered this wailing. After further investigation, The Boy was found in the sitting room looking forlorn and abandoned. Going back to the kitchen I urged MrT to bring his coffee into the sitting room, which he did, then we both settled ourselves on the sofa. Almost immediately, The Boy launched himself into our laps. He had clearly decided that he had waited quite long enough for us to come home and get comfortably ensconced for the evening, hence the decision to take action himself! Effective action too, I might add. He endeared himself yet further to MrT by shaking his head a lot and emitting wet bits that flew into T's face, which remained fairly crumpled for the rest of the evening in anticipation of more to come each time The Boy moved. Thankfully, T is a very forgiving sort of chap ....
Big Bird's retribution
You know how it is - you wash the car, then it rains or you end up in mud somewhere (therein lies another tale of mud and cemeteries...) Anyway, en route to work this morning in my clean car, I ended up behind White Van Man (or woman) unable to easily see beyond it and wondering where, if at all, I would be able to pass it during one of the limited number of opportunities available on that stretch of road.
BANG!!!! Out of nowhere, so it seemed, something big and feathered crashed into my windscreen when I was doing 50mph. It took up so much space on my windscreen it had to be an Ostrich or something of similar proportions. When I looked in my rear-view mirror, there was no sign of the carnage I anticipated after such a forceful collision. At the very least I expected the car behind me to be forced to swerve to avoid Big Bird. Nope. Nothing. If there had not been a smudgy mess all over my windscreen I would have begun to think I had imagined it. At least there will be one person, my grandson J, who will be keen to add this incident to his Nana's growing toll of roadkill.
It reminded me of a time when I was living in Suffolk and working in Lavenham. One night, as I was journeying home, the car ahead of me hit a pheasant but it was still alive. Unable to pass by leaving an injured critter like that, I bundled the poor thing into the back of my Land Rover. By the time I arrived home, the bird was evidently deceased. Not knowing what to do with it, I put it back into the rear of my Land Rover where it stayed for the next month.
I later gave it to a girl who was leaving the company as a farewell gift .......
BANG!!!! Out of nowhere, so it seemed, something big and feathered crashed into my windscreen when I was doing 50mph. It took up so much space on my windscreen it had to be an Ostrich or something of similar proportions. When I looked in my rear-view mirror, there was no sign of the carnage I anticipated after such a forceful collision. At the very least I expected the car behind me to be forced to swerve to avoid Big Bird. Nope. Nothing. If there had not been a smudgy mess all over my windscreen I would have begun to think I had imagined it. At least there will be one person, my grandson J, who will be keen to add this incident to his Nana's growing toll of roadkill.
It reminded me of a time when I was living in Suffolk and working in Lavenham. One night, as I was journeying home, the car ahead of me hit a pheasant but it was still alive. Unable to pass by leaving an injured critter like that, I bundled the poor thing into the back of my Land Rover. By the time I arrived home, the bird was evidently deceased. Not knowing what to do with it, I put it back into the rear of my Land Rover where it stayed for the next month.
I later gave it to a girl who was leaving the company as a farewell gift .......
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Mothering Sunday
Mothering Sunday, Mother's Day - whatever label we wish to attach to it, surely the essence is that we connect via whatever means with our Mums!
I say 'via whatever means' because not everyone still has their Mum around, whether separated by death or by distance - emotional or otherwise! In my view, it is probably easier to connect with a departed Mum through loving thoughts than it is to reach out to a Mum with whom you no longer have contact. It is hard for me to imagine what that situation must be like; I still have my Mum around and we have a great relationship and friendship, as do my daughter and I.
By the way, DDD (Dearest Darling Daughter), thank you s-0-0-0-0 much for the fabulously exotic bouquet of flowers!!
Some of my schoolfriends used to say, "I wish my Mum were like yours". Only later in life did I perhaps truly appreciate the real sentiment behind those words.
Although no longer geographically as close as I would like, the hugs and kisses exchanged when we do meet are totally genuine and heartfelt. The loving care extended to Mum by my younger sisters allows me peace of mind in the knowledge that she is not alone. Our dear departed Dad and brother spend a lot of time watching out for her, too. How do we know this? Apart from what we sense ourselves, a lovely lady by the name of Frances who practices as a healer, medium and tarot reader has confirmed it and provided us with much comfort with the information passed on to us by our loved ones.
So, let's cherish our Mums while we can and not have to rely on speaking to them through mediums, although certain people may see that as a method of choice! Pity ........
I say 'via whatever means' because not everyone still has their Mum around, whether separated by death or by distance - emotional or otherwise! In my view, it is probably easier to connect with a departed Mum through loving thoughts than it is to reach out to a Mum with whom you no longer have contact. It is hard for me to imagine what that situation must be like; I still have my Mum around and we have a great relationship and friendship, as do my daughter and I.
By the way, DDD (Dearest Darling Daughter), thank you s-0-0-0-0 much for the fabulously exotic bouquet of flowers!!
Some of my schoolfriends used to say, "I wish my Mum were like yours". Only later in life did I perhaps truly appreciate the real sentiment behind those words.
Although no longer geographically as close as I would like, the hugs and kisses exchanged when we do meet are totally genuine and heartfelt. The loving care extended to Mum by my younger sisters allows me peace of mind in the knowledge that she is not alone. Our dear departed Dad and brother spend a lot of time watching out for her, too. How do we know this? Apart from what we sense ourselves, a lovely lady by the name of Frances who practices as a healer, medium and tarot reader has confirmed it and provided us with much comfort with the information passed on to us by our loved ones.
So, let's cherish our Mums while we can and not have to rely on speaking to them through mediums, although certain people may see that as a method of choice! Pity ........
The Boy
'The Boy' cannot be identified for legal reasons but my friends and family know who he is. Today will be his 9th day with us and he is doing remarkably well - even to the point of learning how to play! His health is stable once more, too.
Bit by bit, he is gaining confidence in his new surroundings and expanding his horizons a little at a time. I wish I could post a photograph of him but that would not be permitted. His medications are being gradually withdrawn after which he will have a 3-week period without any so that another blood test can be carried out without their influencing the outcome. Maybe this time he will have all medication withdrawn and be allowed to flourish under his own steam!
I will keep you updated on his progress.
Bit by bit, he is gaining confidence in his new surroundings and expanding his horizons a little at a time. I wish I could post a photograph of him but that would not be permitted. His medications are being gradually withdrawn after which he will have a 3-week period without any so that another blood test can be carried out without their influencing the outcome. Maybe this time he will have all medication withdrawn and be allowed to flourish under his own steam!
I will keep you updated on his progress.
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