Saturday afternoon and my next little patient arrived.
Five years old with long blonde hair. She’s just the most beautiful little girl and always so happy to see me.
Now it’s actually been about two years since she last came for a visit with her grandma and aunty. Not for a treatment, just for a visit. So when her grandmother asked if I would give her a treatment I didn’t hesitate, because I knew the little one would be very happy to climb up onto my healing bed as she had done, as she played, two years earlier.
She loves my healing room, it’s full of butterflies, angels and fairies. A little girls delight!
And this big girls.
So why did her grandmother feel the need for her to have a treatment?
A few weeks ago her great grandfather died, the whole family were very upset at loosing him so quickly. He had been a father, a grandfather, and great grandfather, full of jokes and love and his loss had affected our little one quite badly.
She hasn't wanted to leave her mothers side since the day of his funeral. She hasn’t wanted to go to school and she doesn’t like being left when anyone goes out. Our little one defiantly needed some help.
She was very pleased to see me. I got a lovely hug as soon as she came through our front door.
And I was right, she climbed up onto my healing bed with out even being asked and lay herself down.
I was able to give her almost a full treatment, well over hour an hour, and for a little one that was a long time. She just lay quietly with a great big smile on her face. Enjoying every minute of her treatment. This is one very ‘aware’ little girl. Or should I say ‘Old Soul.’
When her grandma put her into the car to go home, she asked her how she was feeling?
Apparently she put both her thumbs up into the air and said, “grandma I feel so happy”.
Now what more you could possibly want a five year old to say?
I do love what I do.
Grandma is going to bring her back to see me for a couple more treatments as she feels it will do her the world of good. And of course that’s fine by me.
I’ll keep you all posted.
Trust me, you can!
I've just come back from a fabulous holiday with all my family and I’m still in the glow of the fantastic time we all had together.
Healing can come in so many ways.
A kind word, a smile and a hug and the gift of something new that can help us, and make us smile, and that’s what I experienced while we were away.
A completely unexpected simple and very helpful bit of advice that will help me for the rest of my life.
I was listening to my daughter-in- law explaining to my eight year old grandson how to do the breast stroke. He can do the crawl, back stroke and even the butterfly stroke, and he can float on his back with ease, but he has yet to learn the breast stroke.
i listens to every word she told him...and realised that what she was explaining to him was not what I had been doing for the past 55 years!!!
I was taught in the 1950’s that my legs and arms needed to work together like a frog.
NO... my daughter-in-law was explaining to my grandson - arms and then legs, not arms and legs together. Arms and then legs...arms and then legs and once you get into the rhythm you will be away.
I said to her, “That’s not what I’ve been doing for the past 55 years”. “I no” she said. “I’ve been watching you. You might find you go under a couple of times as you begin to try this, but have a go.”
So I did.
A couple of mouthfuls of water later - and I was away.
Once I had the rhythm she was right, I was away.
So much easier and absolutely no strain on my shoulders or neck or anywhere else. I seemed to glide across the pool. Wow.
And yes, healing can and does come in lots of different and unexpected ways.
So a very big thank you to my beautiful and very clever daughter- in- law.
Every day brings something new, and I’ve lost count over the years of the number of times I’ve said. “You couldn’t make it up if you’d tried.”
Three weeks ago the heavens opened and it rained and it rained.
As you approach our village, we have a great big puddle that appears on the road side after a heavy rain storm, but this day it wasn’t a puddle... it was a lake!
I was in our home oblivious to the devastation all around me.
Yes the river just beyond our gates was high, but I’d seen it higher. So I never gave a thought to how much water was on the roads.
The door bell rang at the allotted time for my first patient and when I opened the door
my mouth opened and I burst out laughing,
There on the door step my was my patient!
Half dressed, or should I say undressed!
He had no shoes or socks on - he didn’t even have his trousers on, he was carrying them!
He had shorts on, but he said he would have stripped to his underpants if he’ hadn’t had his shorts in the car.
(I never did ask him why his shorts were in the car?)
He just smiled at me and asked for the loan of a towel to dry himself off!
And then we both laugher.
Apparently the puddle was now a lake about two and a half feet deep. He said the water almost reached the bottom of his shorts as he wadded his way through it.
Two cars were stuck up to their bonnets, so he left his car on the dry side of the road and wadded through the water, then walked down the lane to our house in his bare feet to get to me.
Now, that’s what I call a determination, and a real ‘want’ on his part to get well.
He said there was nothing going to stop him from having his treatment.
He said. “ Hell or high water was not going to keep me away from seeing you”.
I wish all my patients were that focused and determined to get better, then I would know they would all do well.
This dear Soul will get better, his whole perspective on life is so positive.
He has what my dear old healer taught me nearly 40 years ago now.
He’s Positive, He’s Patient and he most defiantly has Perseverance.
The 3 P’s from my first book.
Blessings to him.