Times are always changing

And so, does it sometimes seem that you move one step forwards and two steps back?
Well at least you are moving.....and so it seems to have been with me over the last few months. We have progressed forward from the passing of my father in law and the readjustment that family has had to make and now a close friend has had to face the terror of having her son become so ill that she almost lost him.
To see how she has been suffering has been awful  and it has also meant that such a huge life issue has made her rethink her priorities and reassess her own life in the aftermath - her total commitment is now to her sons recovery.
In the end, if we do not have our health and energy to make those steps either forward or back it can be a very difficult and hard place.
Its can put all of our small trivial issues into greater perspective when we see someone close to us suffer when their world falls apart.
So I continue to move forward and back but in the end - that is only the dance that we call life.

Back Again

Its been a while ut somehow words have failed me recently...specifically "public" words. Not only did my family begin recovering form the passing of my mother, but in the recent week we also were shocked by the sudden death of my father in law,who was not a well man, but we also did not expect him to go just yet.

So now two more empty seats at the Christmas table this year - it will be a difficult one for sure.
On the other hand we have a new baby pup called Loki who has given us great joy. He is only 10 weeks old and is sleeping soundly here next to me on the couch as I write. My muse has returned!!
Maybe the next step will be getting back to some painting?

So life , as always, is full of ups and downs.

Death and illness are sobering times when we are taken back to our basic emotions. When all of a sudden all that we OWN seems to no longer matter, we are prepared to sell everything and lose it all for the pain to stop and for the hurt to finish and for our health to return or our loved one be returned to us.
It is a chance to remember what really matters and for me to get as much out of life as I can because in the end all that is left is a memory.

You know when you get that feeling..

That something is just not going to work out right?
Well this is what happened to me this week. I should have just trusted my instincts.
I dont do private readings in people's homes anymore just for this reason.
I really never know what I might be getting myself into - now, most people are fine but then sometimes you are entering into unchartered territory and you should be backing out as quickly as you walked in. dont like to dissapoint.
My booking was for a small group of four - it was going to be quick 15 min readings.
In and out in about an hour.
But the moment I entered the ROOM that had 15 working clocks of all shapes and sizes, and a tutankhamun's treasure chest collection of artefacts collected from a thousand years worth of garage sales I knew I should not go on.
But, I had committed - come on girl, hold it together!!!
So I sat down and asked the first person to come in.
Then they started...the clocks...ding dong, bing bong, cukoo cukoo and a cacophony of various tunes and noises that went on for the next five minutes.
I ploughed on.
This first person decided that they really needed to offload - normal and usually ok, but not today and not in this house.
30 minutes later I was asking this person to finish...10 minutes after that they did.
Again the clocks, ticking, bing binging and bonging....little creatures, ornaments in every nook and cranny from floor to ceiling all staring at me, laughing at me...blinding me with their garishness and kitzch.
Person two - not happy I did not give them the lotto numbers and the secret combination to life.
I also finished too soon. Person three - oops the clocks were ringing out the hour by now so we sat in the din and waited for it to end. I lost my concentration.
Person Four - I had lost it totally - one of those readings where eveything was answered with a blank look and "thats not right"....
ok.
I give up.
Here is your money back.
Can I leave now.
Oh and by the way here is the name of a really good local psychic - next time it might be an idea to call them.
I hightailed it out of there in a flash and headed for the first available cappucino machine!
Just sometimes....its as clear as mud.

A great weekend at Monte Christo

I have just come back from a weekend at Monte Christo - the most haunted private house in the world - yes...the world!!!!
This is the title that they have just been given - cool eh!
It would have been totally perfect except that it took us 8 hours to get there by car and another 8 getting back. I am not a good back seat passanger.
If I could have afforded it I would have flown there.
But the company was great - five women in a car.
A group of ghosthunters, all very enthusiastic, all heading to the most haunted place in Australia..what would we talk about all the way there?????
Ghosts and our experiences of course.
It was well worth it with a most fantastic home to tour - the family, Olive and Reg and their son, were perfect hosts serving us home made meals and providing comfortable accomodation as well as being able to indulge us in stories that were going to keep us up all night long.
I can recommend this trip out to Junee to anyone with a real interest in ghost stories and strange experiences.
Did I personally have anything happen to me?
Sure did.

Blessings to a beautiful Faerie!

A lovely lady I know is leading a very complicated life.
She is a featherweight whisp of a thing yet has been dealt some extreme circumstances - so very unfair for one person to go through.
Now on top of all else she must contend with cancer - treatment, hospitalisation and surgery as well as the need for support, love and understanding.
None of us knows how we would go through such things until it becomes out time to do so.
I know that this particular lady will rise to the challange because even though her life has been tough, she would never think of backing down.
She remains in my prayers and thoughts and I wish her swift recovery and strength in beating this f**ker down to hell.
Keep an eye out in the sky this weekend for a most beautiful moon as it comes in nice and close to Mother Earth. I am lucky enough to be in Junee at Mont Christo on a ghost hunting trip.

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The traumas of Japan

Japan is going through hell. The visions of the last few days have been forever embedded into our psyche by continual streaming of events as they unfolded.
As much as I did not want to watch - I did.
I visited Japan last year for the very first time. It is a country of great beauty and the people are amazing. I loved every minute of being there - a gracious and respectful place to be.
Even during this trying time reports, in the thick of it, tell of how in the supermarkets people are only buying enough and leaving food for others. Even homeless people are offering bits of cardboard to strangers so that they can be warm.
Imagine whole townships destroyed...where would you start?
There is nothing to go back to.
Our Earth is flexing her muscles, bending , stretching growing and shrinking.
We are all on a living planet - is it finally sinking in or not?
We need to learn to live within her boundaries not OUR boundaries because she couldnt give a stuff about what we think is right.
Its time we decided that our Earth is one global village - we are way beyond small separate communities - we have spread all over the globe covering it with humanity. Our biggest lesson is now to learn to live together and extend a helping hand when it is needed.
For what is happening to Japan, Christchurch, Queensland effects us all.

Miss you so much gorgeous boy!