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Hi guys,
It's quarter to three in the afternoon and once again I am really tired. One of these days I'll give in and have an afternoon nap, but not yet! I mentioned peri-menopause on my other site "Spiritual Soapbox" (you can find the link on the right) and want to say the same thing here that I said there .. thank God for the Australian Menopause Centre http://www.menopausecentre.com.au/online/index.php, they took a muddled-headed me who struggled through mood swings, hot flushes and irrationality (and much more) most of last year (so appropriate that the last message here was on April Fool's Day) until a friend advised me to 'look them up' and their magic medicine changed my life.
So now I am back and this first blog is going to be about gratitude. So let's make a list.
Things I am grateful for:
Tom
Mum
my daughter
my son
the cats
the dog
chocolate biscuits
lime meringue pie that actually does what its supposed to do when you add the lime juice to the condensed milk (ok its silly, but the first pie didn't work)
You the reader
God
my angels
my teachers
my friends
the return of my enthusiasm, my energy, my ability to focus on a task
my gifts
being able to write
love .. that should be in capital letters LOVE
knowledge
wisdom
trust
hope
faith
charity
the mad desire to open a spiritual church
the sunshine after the rain
the rain after the sunshine
all this wind
all the rye grass even if it does make my eyes swell up
living in the orchard and not in some suburban block
LOVE again - the unconditional stuff we all try to achieve. Moments of it are like magic. They soothe the soul
Hmm.. I think that might do for now.
I said that Spiritual Soapbox is going to be for the challenges in life, and this site is for the joys .. sometimes it will end up being the complete reverse .. so if you want to keep up with me, you'll have to read both.
I shall now take my joyful self off and have a slice of pie
Wishing you the same,
Love & Light
Ama
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Spiritualist Church (part 3)
Well that fortnight went by quickly, and so has this week. Time is an illusion, and getting more elusive as I get older.
Tom and I went to church a week ago today. This time people actually looked at us and spoke to us, which was lovely. One of the puzzling parts for me was, for the second time, I was told that there is a great deal of sadness around me and 'did you have a recent loss?'. No. The spirits giving the message were not well identified 'a mother figure' whom the lady assumed was my mother, only last time I checked she's alive and well. Could have been her sister, but she was definitely not the 'mothering type', as the reader described the spirit when I questioned her. Then a 'tall man' .. him I think I knew. When I had a reading at a mind, body, spirit festival recently my grandfather (mother's father) was supposed to have come through, so it might well have been him .. he was 6'8" like my son is now. And their messages - I am not to worry, stress or take on anything new. Hmm... since I am doing very little at the moment I find the last bit a bit of a puzzle .. but ok, I will not take on anything new, for now. What is new?
When I questioned the reader afterwards, stopping mainly to thank her, she elaborated in more useless ways. She said the sadness was probably my mother's feelings?? So I came home and rang mum and no, she's not sad, more frustrated with still having to live in her house until it sells (which will hopefully be soon, thank God). Since I had talked to mum the day before and knew she was fine I said no to that. So the lady had no explanation for the sadness .. and mostly neither do I.
Since then I've spent time questioning myself to see if its me that has hidden sadness. Tom, bless him, asks if I am ok every time I stop smiling. It is hard to get people to realise that I just have one of those faces .. if I am not smiling I look sad. The face doesn't fit the emotions, sorry .. but I can't smile 24/7. Can anyone?
The other puzzle was the Reverend lady. We were standing in the kitchen having afternoon tea and she gave the lady who did the readings a nice bunch of flowers, then wrapped up a smaller one and handed it to me??? I said thank you. Did she do it to a purpose or just because I was standing beside her (well almost beside, Tom was between us).
The world is very strange ... and I am enjoying it immensely.
:-) See .. this is me smiling. LOL
Tom and I went to church a week ago today. This time people actually looked at us and spoke to us, which was lovely. One of the puzzling parts for me was, for the second time, I was told that there is a great deal of sadness around me and 'did you have a recent loss?'. No. The spirits giving the message were not well identified 'a mother figure' whom the lady assumed was my mother, only last time I checked she's alive and well. Could have been her sister, but she was definitely not the 'mothering type', as the reader described the spirit when I questioned her. Then a 'tall man' .. him I think I knew. When I had a reading at a mind, body, spirit festival recently my grandfather (mother's father) was supposed to have come through, so it might well have been him .. he was 6'8" like my son is now. And their messages - I am not to worry, stress or take on anything new. Hmm... since I am doing very little at the moment I find the last bit a bit of a puzzle .. but ok, I will not take on anything new, for now. What is new?
When I questioned the reader afterwards, stopping mainly to thank her, she elaborated in more useless ways. She said the sadness was probably my mother's feelings?? So I came home and rang mum and no, she's not sad, more frustrated with still having to live in her house until it sells (which will hopefully be soon, thank God). Since I had talked to mum the day before and knew she was fine I said no to that. So the lady had no explanation for the sadness .. and mostly neither do I.
Since then I've spent time questioning myself to see if its me that has hidden sadness. Tom, bless him, asks if I am ok every time I stop smiling. It is hard to get people to realise that I just have one of those faces .. if I am not smiling I look sad. The face doesn't fit the emotions, sorry .. but I can't smile 24/7. Can anyone?
The other puzzle was the Reverend lady. We were standing in the kitchen having afternoon tea and she gave the lady who did the readings a nice bunch of flowers, then wrapped up a smaller one and handed it to me??? I said thank you. Did she do it to a purpose or just because I was standing beside her (well almost beside, Tom was between us).
The world is very strange ... and I am enjoying it immensely.
:-) See .. this is me smiling. LOL
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