I need to keep reminding myself that I’m writing this blog as a weekly diary for myself.
If other people chose to read it that’s fine, but it’s primarily here for me as a weekly reminder of my everyday thoughts adventures and mishaps, and I have lots of those....
I missed a bit from my last entry.
I asked my patient if he knew what period in time he thought he had been in, he said he thought it was the sixteen hundreds in other words the seventeenth century, defiantly another time, but not another country. Ok, that’s that recorded, just in case I need the info sometime in the future.
As I was lying in bed a couple of mornings ago deciding whether to get out of bed...or not.. I had a fleeting thought that I needed to wash the bath mats, it was a very random thought.
The bath mats are white and quite new. We had people looking at our house (it’s up fo sale remember) just last week and I had not lifted the lovely new clean mats and changed them for some older ones. That way my lovely new mats are ready to put on the floor when needed.
So the new ones now needed washing before any one else came to view our home. I had no sooner had this thought, when I heard the phone ringing downstairs. As I was still in bed and my husband was out, the answer phone took the message. But as I was lying there in bed I immediately thought....it’s the estate agent and there’s people wanting to make an appointment to see the house. And guess what, when I got up about an hour later and listened to the message...I was right.
My random thought had been spot on.
I rang the estate agents, but there was no answer, their answer phone clicked in so I had no idea who or when the people wanted to come.
I duly washed the bath mats and set about tidying the house.
I found out late in the afternoon on that day, Wednesday, that the gentlemen wanted to come on Friday afternoon...he didn’t come!!!
Its amazing how sometimes my thoughts know exactly what’s going on...I don’t...but my thoughts do. I guess that’s what being psychic is.
But my thoughts don’t tell me everything, like the gentleman wasn’t coming, that would have been useful...
Knowing things without knowing how, when it happens, it’s good.
And if no one else’s reads this...the blessings are for me.
Not me going back in time...but a patient.
It can and does happen to my patients when they are very relaxed during a treatment.
They find themselves in another life, in another time, and sometimes even in another gender.
Last Saturday one of my patients had himself an amazing experience.
He is going through a turbulent time at the moment. He is preparing to put his home up for sale as he is separating from his wife. It’s been talked about for a long time and now the wheels are all in motion.
He fell out of love with his wife a few years ago.
He has recently found himself very attracted to another lady who he works with.
He told me from their very first meeting he felt as if he’d known her all his life.
And he felt a very strong attraction to her.
Well last Saturday he found out the reason why.
He explained to me he found himself in a huge, very old fashioned ballroom at what he could only describe as a posh Ball. The lady standing in front of him was dressed in a crinoline dress and she was smiling at him. He said the recognition was instant.
This was his wife.
He took her by the arm and they danced in perfectly unison.
So now he knows where the recognition in this life has come from.
He left my home with a smile on his face.
I can’t believe it.
My third book is finished, and someone has already kindly left me a five star review.
When I read the words she had written down I had a tears in my eyes.
I would just like to say a huge thank you to her for the lovely things she said about my (fathers) book.
Love and blessings always.
It’s wonderful how a very simple little thing can put a smile on my face and help me to feel good about myself, and I not really bothered what other people might think.
Yesterday was the first day I have been able to go out into the garden and start the job of tidying up after the winter, and start weeding.
Don't get me wrong, I know that the snow is probably not far away, but for now the weather is perfect for being out side working.
My garden is my haven.
I can get lost in my own thoughts as I work slowly away...on my hands and knees.
I couldn’t stand and garden if my life depended on it, but it doesn't, thank God.
I’m just grateful beyond words that my knees, on this ‘almost’ 70year old girl are still O.K.
Having M.S. for me means my legs and arms are not very strong, or stable. But I can crawl around on the ground to my hearts content....and I do.
There is nothing better for me than having my hands in and busying myself in Gods good earth.
So today I was able to do some more gardening....and I can tell you all....I’m feeling really good about myself.
Time for tea.
Having a child named after you is very special....I know...because I have one named after me.
Now I’m mentioning this to you, because my name sake was born and lives in Australia and came to visit with us just last week.
Wow....what an emotional time I had.
If you read my first book....Different?...You Have Always Been Different....you will have read the story of why this beautiful young lady was named after me.
So guess what....I’m not going got repeat it here.
My book costs the same price as a packet of cigarettes, so treat yourself to an adventure and read my story.
Then you can read book two....and now book three.
All on Amazon both in the UK and on Amazon.com for the rest of the world.
I couldn’t be more proud of my name sake if she were my own daughter.
She’s just finished high school, and she has been travelling through Europe sinlce the 5th of December with her best friend from school.
The finally part of their travels brought them to Northern England to stay a few days with us. It was a joy to have them both.
They slept, ate, giggled and played board games with us and then slept again....for hours!.
Comfy, warm, safe, and snug.
Safe journey home precious girl.
Perhaps one day I will see her again.
I actually have two children named after me, but I only found out about the second one a short while ago. The strange thing is....their mothers both have the same name....spooky....
Well folks...we thought our house was sold...but the sale fell through just before Christmas.
The week before the contracts were due to be signed.
I didn’t shout, I didn’t swear, I didn’t even get cross...perhaps I should have!
Anger to me is a waste of energy.
But I must be honest and say I felt very lost and confused.
I’m so ready to move, I’m so ready to live in a smaller easier to manage property.
I’m struggling now to keep our home in good shape and I’m struggling with the two flights of stairs to get to bed.
Its a bungalow for me a.s.p.
I keep saying God must have a plan....I just haven’t a clue what that plan is.
Dear Lord in Heaven....please find us a buyer for our home.....very soon.....
We have found our forever home, and I would love to move into it.
OK ... that’s my prayer for the New Year....
On Wednesday this week one of my favourite patients came for a treatment.
He’s ten years old, and such a lovely sensitive Soul.
When he came through our front door he handed me my Christmas present. (I hadn’t seen him for six weeks).
His mother explained to me that he had wanted to give me something special, something that belonged to him.
He chose something that he had bought himself, with his own pocket money, about two years ago,
Its the most beautiful little angel, with sparkly wings and a red ruby heart where her heart should be.
I wish I could put a photo of her right here for you all to see.
I have however put the photo I have taken of her on both my twitter feed, and my Instagram feed.
So if you go to the front page of my web site you should be able to find her.
What a very special gift to me...from a very special little young man.
I wonder if anyone out there has had, or, is having the same problem as me.
I’m finding it almost impossible to use an escalator these days.
Going up is still OK, but I’m finding 9 times out of ten I can’t face going down on the escalator, I need to find a lift to get me back to the ground floor.
As I’m standing at the top watching the steps on the escalator as they travel down away from me, I feel as if I’m going to fall forward and I’ve got to be honest, I’m frightened to put my foot onto a step as it appears in front of me, at what seems to me like brake neck speed.
My brain (and me) just won’t let me use it.
So it’s off to find a lift so that I can get back to the ground floor.
It would appear that that’s what I’m going to have to do for the rest of my life.
It’s not the end of the world, it’s just the end of me riding an escalator to the ground floor.
Does anyone else out there with MS have the same problem? if you do I would love to hear from you.
Happy New Year to you all.
Please, please forgive me for being away so long.
But there is a very good reason for my absence.
I’ve been trying very hard to get my third book finished... and I have.
Its on Amazon now, both in the uk and on the .com site for the rest of the world.
I can’t believe it. My third book!
‘Wonderment’ ....the book I promised Myself and my Faher I would write 32 years ago.
And at long last it’s done.
Thank you to everyone who has helped me.
If you need some words of comfort....or you just need a hug....then do yourself a favour...get ‘Wonderment’ , it will help and uplift you.
But as the back page says, you may need a box of tissues to hand.
I’ll be back soon with more stories I promise.