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My wrists ache now and the pain shoots up my arm
Stiffness in my fingers and pain in my palm
Ten years of massaging bringing relaxation and relief
Has taken its toll on my hands and my feet
Happy clients I had for many a year
But now I’m in need of a new career
I loved the soft gentleness doing reflexology
A fresh new start now, screams all of my astrology
To yoga I go and magnesium baths
To bring soothing relief to my aching parts
My body feels old a hormonal imbalance
For relief I turn inwards in search of the chalice
To find in my heart the answers to why
I am overcome with a constant need to cry
If all illness begins in the mental and emotional
I need to go inwards to heal, I pray in devotion
For relief from this pain on many a level
To release from myself the pain of this devil
With laughter and love a new phase begins
I am free to enjoy the rest of my innings
Life
In the now
I enjoyed it on the whole
Making the most
In the past
Memories distorted
I could access pain
Anxiety for the future
Triggered by experience
Bore no reality
But seemed seductive
All encompassing
Illusions
Imagined fears
Stealing joy from the present
Exhaustingly unnecessary wasted time

Soft with five curved sides
I remembered it as yellow when I was a child
Now sold slightly green in the unrealised hope
It would turn yellow … I suppose
Nature provided it with a perfect natural package
Man, always knowing better, then wrapped it in plastic
I wondered if the toxins contained in the wrapping
Would seep into the fruit and then into us energy zapping
In Queensland we had three trees of the lady finger variety
Once a year each tree gave us a bunch delightfully
They would stack one on the other, building around the heavy stem
and be dumped on the kitchen floor when ripe and then
left to the fait of the children or bugs
which ever got their first in the moment of hugs
now here in the UK they are sold by their weight
After much travelling as they have been freight
I wonder the effects of the pollution they have suffered
On the thousand of miles of transportation they have endured
And I lament the freedom of my lost tropical garden
As we await the ripening of the green banana
Sleep
I must let go
I have no choice
And slip quietly into the void
On the precipice
My state alters
my body blurs
It’s a fuzzy fog
Immobilizing my body
I have no resistance
The darkening comfort is bliss
I have been searching all day to experience this
A time and a place
Where nothing matters
I have respite from my crashing world
I care not now for your words
Or care to anything earthly or worldly
Just a softness that envelops me
And the calm of nothingness
Relieved to enter an alternate state
For as long as I can
Heavy feet in the morning from astral travel
Manifestation
I struggle to manifest my dreams
Bringing them into reality
From the thoughts my mind
And my experience harrowing
If I could shift consciously
To only be able to see
That it was all growth
And lessons meant to be
Then I could find the real me
Free from the burdens that limit
I could access the natural ecstasy I am meant to be
Surmounting the happiness summit
To manifest one must come from love and laughter
Feeling the joy the gifts will bring
With gratitude and humility
we find before us our favourite things
To change my gene expression
By surrounding my cells with bliss
So that I am connected
To my natural happiness that I miss
I consciously begin to control my thoughts
I see happiness in the littlest things
Then abundance comes and that which is bought
Is love, laughter, compassion, kindness and joy
Hot flushes at fifty-one my Chiron return
Emotions imbalanced completely absurd
No masking the healing with pharmaceutical delays
My hormonal feelings leaving me totally betrayed
The mask must fall my truth revealed
My skin is in need of a chemical peel
The inevitable change must now be faced
Emotional memories of a life dynamically embraced
Through trauma and trial and absolute delight
I grasp the old wounds to heal the plight
So the future beholds absolute calm and peace
The work to be done is profound and deep
My mission alone is against the tide of doctor’s advice
In moments of despair I am inclined to think twice
I am a force to be reckoned with imbalanced hormones at the ready
I must constantly fight a need to be petty
The future before me, I can get there
If only hot flushes didn’t bring such despair
I battle my mind, my thoughts and desires
To accept my own self and lessons I’ve acquired
I become the bold, the brave, the beautiful
Energetically clear of all that has hindered
The old crone I will become with knowledge and wisdom to share
My light begins to shine as I let go of every care
As I become the old crone with wisdom and knowledge
For myself I no longer need to forage
For I am here unhindered or privileged
Just being me and in all that is I take solace.
I gather a new enlightened sense of fun
And so it is forward into the sun
For those who have been challenged and released all their burdens
A wonderful life of delight is on offer to all humans
Graduation
The salt tears sting my eyes as I embrace
The moment my gaze first fell on her face
To all who viewed her perfect form
They see the most beautiful human ever born
But the jealousy and hate from those without such exquisite demeanour
Plagued a teenager who was battling her own inner demons
Despairing her parents’ divorce
The loss of her loving family life troubled her, of course
She struggled and strived
And it is with great pride
That I tell you of her own success and achievement
As she graduates a Master of Psychology, herself and of life
Winter
As I walked I could smell the rotting leaves
Of orange, brown and sometimes green
The rich earthy scent under icy blue skies
I felt my heart beat, I felt really alive
The musty closed house scented with fire
Escaped for a long walk into the briar
My nose is cold with the ice in the air
I spread my arms, kick the leaves without care
The warmth of the sun, out of the shadows
Delightful as I plod in the meadows
Then into the forest the scent of decay
I stop and give thanks for this marvellous day
My wellied feet go into a puddle
The long forest path becoming a muddle
It is covered so thick with deciduous foliage
I can’t find my way out of this puzzle
To the heavens I look for direction up there
I peer at the sun through the trees that are bare
And see in the distance the tower on the Tor
Ah home a direction I ever adore
I need to jump from tree to tree
To cross the road and store my feed
Walking it is suicide
My home is in an Abbey hide
But breakfast is in the gardens across the street
Grasping the branch I use my feet
I have squirrelled and stored nuts all summer
Preparing for my winter supper
But there is more that I could get
From the bird table in a net
So, from branch to branch I must scupper
Here in the tree tops most upper
It’s a stretch the leaves are brown
There is ice now upon the ground
Precariously the branch gets thinner
But I must prepare for winter
I swing, I lean and fly above the sound
Of rushing cars upon the ground
Busy cars rush by
Over their heads I must fly
And grasp the twigs upon a tree
That sems to have been planted just for me
I launch myself into the sky
If I don’t get it right I might die
I grasp a twig upon a tree
I trust it is strong enough to carry me
Into my hide I carry the nuts
My cheeks like enormous lumps
This is the life that is meant for me
I see to my work like the busiest bee
Now empty the contents
The process never relents
For the snow of winter will soon be here
I want to keep my family safe and near
Nothing in the world prevents
Foraging for my favourite scents.
In ancient times to survive the plague. The doctors were considered incredibly brave. They donned a plague mask and filled it with herbs. To protect themselves from the disease of the scurge
So now here we are in these new modern times all of us. Sat at home to protect each other from a new strain of virus. With nothing to do but research and read. I find the old ways a refreshing seed
Of knowledge to explore and it is said. And already explained by those who prepared. Before this new age came to us now. These people did their research and prepared the ground
They distilled the herbs and made essential oils. From Ancient Egyptian times this wisdom has flourished. I cannot recommend any of this without a licence. So, take a view of my words with your own discretion
This is simply and nothing more than just a suggestion. You must always make your own decision about your protection. The following essential oils are thought to abound. With healing and protective gifts grown in the ground
Many studies have been done and reside on the internet. But it is up to you to research and make your own comment. Said to contain antiviral, antibacterial, antifungal and antimicrobial properties. On this subject the internet has fascinating prepared studies
Upon the internet if you search where there is more. Information to be found but this is the blend I adore. Clove Bud Oil, Rosemary Oil, Cinnamon leaf Oil, Eucalyptus Oil and Oil of Lemon. The smell is refreshing as though sent from heaven
With this blend I am cleaning my door handles, surfaces and sills. As I practice protecting us using ancient skills. We can’t buy hand sanitiser from the supermarket anymore. So, I have found other ways to protect my family and all
A few drops of each oil onto the water filled oil diffuser or burner. I read on the net will kill airborne virus but I’m just a learner. I don’t know if this is true and really don’t care. I’m grateful for the placebo effect as I breath in the air
A few drops on a scarf to gently release as I walk. I can pull it over my nose if people stop at a distance to talk. They say that Tea Tree Oil and Lavender Oil have a similar effect. But I am not at liberty to tell you about any of that
At home we grid the house with small pieces of crystal Selenite. In the hope to create a protective bubble of light. This may be helpful, it may be not. But we have taken the decision to give it a shot. Why not? By researching it all I am learning a lot.
At the supermarket Colloidal Silver we spray upon our hands. Before we reach for products displayed on the shelves and the stands. A protective layer I seek between the virus and me. I spray down the delivered post and parcels and hope, let us see
As I try to protect my love one’s I must implore. I have no idea if this works except for the internet knowledge I have explored. Of course, as with everything, it is your choice and decision. It just didn’t feel right to keep these ideas hidden
No promise do I make of the protection it brings. I am not licenced to mention any of these things. But there are many who are, so search for their knowledge. On the internet you will find much of their information and online courses at college
They say there is more we can do to protect and preserve. Our wonderful families, our home and ourselves in this radical world. Stay happy and positive as we all pull together. To find new ways of making life better
To all those who risk their own lives daily. Trying to heal those infected with this virus deadly. My respect and good wishes as you all strive. To bring peace to this earth and keep us alive
And again, let me remind you or else be remiss. That I don’t know anything about any of this
Recipies:
40 drops clove bud essential oil, 35 drops lemon essential oil, 20 drops cinnamon bark essential oil, 15 drops eucalyptus essential oil, 10 drops rosemary essential oil.
35 drops clove essential oil, 30 drops lemon essential oil, 15 drops cinnamon bark essential oil, 13 drops eucalyptus essential oil, 7 drops rosemary essential oil, 10 ounces witch hazel or water (optional)
20 drops clove essential oil, 18 drops lemon essential oil, 10 drops cinnamon bark essential oil, 8 drops eucalyptus essential oil, drops rosemary essential oil
There are many more available as you search the internet
Do not use directly on skin dilute roughly 20 drops in 2 tablespoons of carrier oil such as jojoba or coconut before applying to skin or using in the bath. Lovely to massage diluted on the feet. Patch test a drop on skin before use. Not for internal use. Avoid contact with eyes.
My heart goes out to all whose precious loved ones have passed. I cry to the powers that be Please take down the 5G masts. I’m toying with the concept and it is just my personal thoughts and belief. That some of our bodies can’t withstand the emissions and so all the grief