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Thursday, August 30, 2007

" So Much To Plunder That I Think I'll Sleep Instead "


The wonderful thing about birthdays is that often there are nice surprises that come your way, such as the large bunch of flowers that arrive unexpectedly, from the love of your life. Or perhaps the little voice on voice-mail that sings " Happy Birthday to You " finishing with an " I love you mummy " from the other love of your life. Or is it the $50 Amazon.com gift voucher that turns up in your inbox, or the colleague who swears you don't look a day over 30, and means it ?

It is so good to be loved, there is nothing more important I reckon, it is a lovely emotion and I am so glad I have a lot of it to give, to send out to everyone, to receive and to learn more about. Thank you everyone, you are lovely, may every blessing or wish you send to others come back to you threefold, for it's true we all get back what we send out....





I thought I would have two today, in celebration of being 36.

" Squashed Tomatoes And Stew "



Today is my birthday. I am 36.

Today I walked without a jacket on and walked through pink blossoms swirling around my face.

Today I spent time in the moment, this is such a sublime experience that it is almost too much to take in.

Today I treated myself to a vegemite scroll and a tall skinny chai latte, though as I have the latte everyday, I guess this wasn't so much a treat, but a filled desire.

Tonight my darling man will take me for dinner where we will continue to kindle all that is good between us, and let's face it, there's a lot to be happy about.

Today I woke and when I went into the kitchen there was a message in face paint all over the fridge for me, that made me feel loved and happy.

Today I am grateful for where I am in my life, who I am and everything in my life.

Today is a good day..

" No I Did Not Have A Fear Of Nuns Who Dressed In Black "

















A peculiar sort of day. I went to a funeral as an observer for my course. Of course the obligatory " Tears in Heaven " was played, a song to make people weep instantly. I was tearing up a little so I had to do something really gross and think of something that would completely reverse my feelings. Do you know what I thought of ? A steaming pile of dog shit.

Yes I know it sounds irreverant, and perhaps it is, but I could not cry, in my training as a celebrant I have to be able to deal with it.

When I told Ifan at home, he said it is like during sex, when a man is trying to hold off coming, so he has to think of something really ordinary in order to surpress his primal urges...hee hee. I don't mean to lessen what a funeral is all about, but I had to find a way to not cry.

On another tack, our daughter did get a place at the school we wanted for her. It is a lovely little school in Launceston, non-religious and with a real old fashioned feel to it, manners are taught and they have some quite strict rules, which we feel will benefit our strong personality-filled 3 year old. I feel so positive about this move for her. Class sizes are no bigger than 15 and I am rapturous about the loving care she will receive. She is bright, very bright, can read and write, and has been able to do so for ages, this really is great news.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

" fifty acres and a poodle "



Well I am one assignment from being a qualified funeral celebrant.

I am very pleased with myself for doing the work and finding it enjoyable in the process, but I did find the other night when I was reading my make-believe eulogy to Ifan, that half way through I burst into tears. Hmmm.

According to my trainer, this is normal.

I really want to do this work, and do it well.

I truly believe I am, or will be good at it, combining my love for people and writing. I am going to view a funeral tomorrow, so hope to pick up some appropriate tips.

Funny this, I never ever thought I would be going down this road, but am thoroughly pleased to be doing so.

More anon !

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

" Once upon a time there was light in my life... "



Tonight's eclipse as seen from Hermitage Farm. Well done Ifan !

Monday, August 27, 2007

" and draw one more comic tragedy "



Things to do today :- smile at a stranger.

stay calm during a stressful time.

throw a party for someone celebrating a milestone.

next time you're ready to honk at another car, don't.

give a compliment.

extend a warm welcome to a newcomer.

put yourself in another person's shoes.

praise someone who's done well.

reduce, reuse, recycle.

forgive yourself.

laugh.

send a thank you card to someone who's shown you kindness.

raise money for a cause you believe in.

rescue an animal from a shelter.

when you see trash, pick it up.

lead by example.

call a friend you haven't heard from in a while.

kick bad habits, like smoking, that can harm others.

give your full attention.

laugh.

teach your children about giving.

I borrowed this from Kimberley Wilson of hiptranquilchick.com

" The Mirror I Find Hard To Face Cause I Fear It's A Long Way Down "



I bring Greetings to you from the farm at the end of the lane !

Did any locals read the hilarious article in the paper today, the Mercury actually, where the delightful John Gay was interviewed and made to come across as a dear old fatherly type ? Hilarious, what shite ! He even said that he and Paul Lennon wanted to buy a poor unfortunate family a bike after a tragedy that brought them together...you know, I'd love to think Gay was THAT altruistic and really cared, but what was so evident was that he was actually going for the " American Teen USA angle " of " I help old ladies across the road ".

See the interview below, priceless. One can't help wondering if the journalist was serious with the line of questioning or if they were actually being very devious and bringing out the obvious us-them/rich-poor snobbery divide that Gay appears to have. I don't know but this really was the funniest and also most frightening thing I have read in ages. Let's ditch Dracula, John Gay is far more scary !

THIS MAN IS SUCH A SNOB IF I WORKED FOR HIM I WOULD BE VERY PISSED AT BEING CALLED UNEDUCATED, LOWER CLASS AND LIKELY TO HAVE ASHLEY DETENTIONED CHILDREN.

Gay:The interview

SUE NEALES

August 27, 2007 12:00am

JOHN Gay admits to often feeling puzzled and more than a little misunderstood as the controversy surrounding his proposed pulp mill in the Tamar Valley swirls and deepens around him.

Why, the Gunns executive chairman asks, is the multi-million-dollar Tasmanian company he has built up from a mere timber yard 30 years ago to potentially a $2.5 billion behemoth so on the nose to locals?

Why is Gunns so hated?

Why can't the Tasmanian public understand the benefits of the pulp mill? And why is he so personally loathed?

A genuinely well-meaning man -- despite the almost satanic persona bestowed on him by his opponents -- Mr Gay, 64, shakes his head in frustration and disbelief.


"I get to the stage where I really feel people are too cruel," he said in an interview with the Mercury on Friday at Gunns' humble Launceston head office.

"The bullying that is done to me is unbelievable, utter filth -- they say we are the clean, green state, but we've also got the worst personal abuse and attack in the world."

But Mr Gay is not asking for sympathy.

Simply he wants to understand what the pulp-mill debate -- and the way it has divided Tasmania -- is about.

Because, from where he sits, he is convinced he has done nothing wrong, that the pulp mill is ideally suited to the Tamar Valley and Tasmania, and all the fuss is nothing more than an extension of the old anti-logging protest.

"If there was something wrong (about the pulp mill) and what (my opponents) said was the truth, I'd most certainly fix it straight away and they would never see it again," Mr Gay promised during the course of a 90-minute, free-flowing interview.

"But what keeps me going is that I believe what the scientists have done, and what this project will do for Tasmania, is good for our economic base, good for the forest industries, good for Gunns and good for its workers.

"This pulp mill is a very, very good process -- it hasn't got any real environmental issues that will change the clean, green image of Tasmania at all. In fact it will enhance tourism long-term."

Spend time with him and it is clear he has been shielded from much of the heat -- and almost all the details -- of the current mill controversy.

Mr Gay admits to not having read any of the pulp mill's 1100-page operating permits and conditions currently being debated in State Parliament.

But he has been told by advisers Jaakko Poyry the permits imposed by the State Government are tougher than the environmental limits set by the Resource Planning and Development Commission.

"But I'll have to leave it general because I haven't gone into it," he said. "I must admit I have not yet read the guidelines (although) Jaakko Poyry said they were more stringent, a tightening across the board."

The Gunns chairman also appears convinced that the public crisis over the pulp mill in Tasmania -- with several opinion polls showing two-thirds of Tasmanians do not want a pulp mill in the Tamar valley -- is nothing more than a continuation of the decades-old anti-logging movement.

The fierce community-wide antagonism to both the risks of the pulp mill smelling and polluting and to the subvert-and such vitriol

The bullying that is done to me is unbelievable, utter filthing of proper processes by Premier Paul Lennon to get the project approved appear to have passed Mr Gay by.

It seems to be part of the almost-surreal parallel universe he inhabits, where the dreaded Greens are dedicated to "getting" Gunns and where his own motives are twisted, targeted and misunderstood.


"The pulp mill controversy is really about forestry, it's not about the pulp mill," Mr Gay said.

"The anti-mill sentiment has grown out of anti-forestry sentiment; I think it's solely to do with a group of people in Tasmania that don't want trees touched and they have chosen to pick on Gunns.


"Every day you read in the paper something ugly about Gunns -- it's always this bad thing, this giant, this rapist of forests (at this, Mr Gay throws back his head and laughs).

"I never read anything, any time, that says that Gunns are doing a good job in the community for Tasmania, employing people, helping people.

"I mean, in Bordeaux there are three pulp mills and it's reputed to be the world capital of the wine industry -- yet this pulp mill here, if you believe these people, is going to destroy Gunns' own wine business."

From Mr Gay's perspective, the planned pulp mill at Long Reach is not only environmentally safe, a state-of-the-art technological project and an economic boon for the state, it is also almost akin to a social welfare scheme.

He is passionate about the prospect of the pulp mill providing work for Tasmania's less fortunate citizens.

He is reluctant to call them an underclass, because of the obvious connotations of snobbery, but Mr Gay admits he feels both an empathy with and commitment to the lowest rung of Tasmania's society that continues to be offered the fewest educational and advancement opportunities.

It is these families and individuals -- many of whom work at Gunns and whom Mr Gay credits with the success of his company -- that the Gunns chief fears will miss out in a Tasmania which only focuses on the so-called new economy.

It is also why he is prepared to take such a risk -- and earn so much personal flak and abuse -- to get a pulp mill built on the Tamar River just 26km north of Launceston.


"Forest industries in Tasmania employ the lower end of the market. There's not many industries anywhere today that can take on virtually uneducated people, but we can -- and do -- because they only have to work with their hands," Mr Gay said.

"It's easily forgotten, when you are at the top of society, what is happening at the bottom of society -- but I know in this town there are people who don't have homes to go home to at night, and kiddies that will finish up at (youth detention centre) Ashley.

'But I think people who are in government and business have an obligation to make sure we continue to find industries that fit these people.

"Over the last 30 years, I've got attached to those people -- I've never been let down by them, and I've built an industry working with them, and I just feel that if we don't keep on putting industry together that employs these people they will steal and do all the things that society doesn't like because we are not prepared to find them jobs."


It was their common empathy for less fortunate workers that first brought Mr Gay and Premier Paul Lennon together.

Mr Gay recalls how 20 years ago, when Mr Lennon was with the Storemen and Packers Union, being approached by the gruff union official who was looking for someone to help him out with a Christmas present.

Mr Lennon said there was a Launceston family whose father had just died and he was wondering if Mr Gay and Gunns were prepared to put in half the money to help him buy a couple of bikes for the kids' Christmas.

Mr Gay did, and it was the start of a working relationship between the two men built on respect for each other's values.

But the Gunns chief denies that Mr Lennon has ever done him or Gunns any favours since he became premier, or that they are even close. He says the perception that the pulp-mill process has been a fast track for Gunns is wrong.

Mr Gay maintains the pair have met only three times in the past four years and that they are not friends who are likely to catch up with each other in future over family barbecues.

And what about claims that Mr Gay is about to offer Mr Lennon a coveted spot on the Gunns board once he quits as premier -- rumoured to be early next year -- in return for services rendered?

"No one has ever spoken to me about that (but) most certainly not, I can guarantee you that," he said.


"Quite frankly, I don't think (he) has had enough commercial experience -- Gunns is now a major publicly listed financial company and when we look at directors we have to look at people who have had (corporate) experience."

As to Mr Gay's future, he is looking forward to the pulp mill being completed in two years and being operational within a three-year timeframe.

By then he will be 67 and looking to reduce his involvement with Gunns a little, though staying on the board.

"Of course this mill is safe -- what's this issue about the Tamar (being special)?" Mr Gay said. "We are not bringing anything new to Launceston or the Tamar Valley that has not been built already overseas -- if there are no issues with mills there, why should there be in Tasmania?"

Sunday, August 26, 2007

" More Ways To Self-Improve "



Ok go ahead and smirk if you like...I don't mind....I am smirking a little myself....but next week I am beginning a class in pole dancing. I have no upper body strength, and my darling Morgaine puts her mother to shame in this area...so I will proceed onwards...just call me Linda Hamilton.

" What are you prepared to do to be happy ? "














What makes me happy

Laying in bed listening to the rain

Podcasts

My daughter dancing and singing

Patting my boy's face

Washing clothes and hanging them out

A tall skinny chai latte

Any episode of " As Time Goes By "

Reading & writing

Walking on a frosty winter's morning

Walking on any morning

That first cup of coffee on a morning about 6.30am

Making a collage

Eating a plateful of sushi

Tap dancing

Having a new tattoo

Op shopping

Having a mummy/daddy and daughter cuddle

Having a good hair cut

Singing Rufus Wainwright songs at the top of my voice in the car

Having a spa and sauna

Trimming a Christmas tree

The anticipation of Christmas

Bagels, cream chees and smoked salmon

Weight loss

Friday 6pm

Using my new Dyson vacuum

Learning something new as often as I can

Study

Doing something I have been putting off for a while

Stepping outside my comfort zone

Blog journalling

Silence

Meditation

Yoga

Payday

A good night's sleep


There is a reason for this sudden list, more later. Thanks Dr P.

Monday, August 20, 2007

" Are you happy Now ? "



I wrote a poem today.

Shame on you John-Paul



A boys clubby chat

Slap yourself on the back now

Pulp Mill Back Handers



Hired thugs attend

Ten thousand march against it

Apple anarchy



Corruption taints us

We are all god’s madmen now

Peaceful men anger



Valley mourns green life

Your island is splintered yet

A Premier gaffe

" All Day Was Morning "



Not feeling as fabulous as I could. I do not like uncertainty at all, I feel there is uncertainty in the wind. It's not just a case of not liking uncertainty, it's simply a case of feeling like life is spiralling in a way I can't quite catch up with. More later.

Last night Morgaine spent the night at her aunty Donna's, and goddamnit I missed her so much. We both felt like there was a case of empty nest syndrome. She is three for goodness sakes, but I missed her so much.I feel very blue today, totally dislocated. Let's see, I am sure there's more to come.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

" see what he's picked up in the park "



Have been using my yoga breathing to control myself when dealing with the various delightfully charming youths I deal with in a few of my classes. Instead of getting cross after hearing the c word or f word or a variety of other words and repulsive behaviours, I simply smile graciously, breathe, inform them I am filling the ubiquitous yellow form in on their behaviour and then ignore them. I am getting somewhere with a particular class whose amount of foul language has diminished, and even has some " sorry teacher " response attached to it thereafter.

Ultimately however, I feel that our lovely language is diminishing into a quagmire of Ali-G inspired patois. I for one, love the language of Shakespeare however and will not reduce myself to saying things like ..." yo, my homey " and "init ".

This childlike way of communication makes me laugh more than anything. I mean Ali-G got rich taking the mickey out of this pitiful attempt at conversation, so I laugh, often.

More later, I am lessening my positive energy.

Off with a smile on my face, S x

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

' Here's the Picture I Promised "











See previous posting, here's the picture of Paul and myself I promised.

RIP Paul.

Monday, August 13, 2007

" All Around My Hat "


Moving house is rather like being given a blank canvas. Ok so there's often the scary legacy of the previous owner, dado rails, wallpaper borders in heinous floral granny styles et al, but there's a real chance to mark your individuality when all is said and done. This is what I look forward to when we move house. I am so pleased Morgaine will have more space. She has a pitifully tiny room right now, no room to swing a kitten, and I want her to experience space.

She will have a playroom with table and chairs. Her pencils and pens will be organised in their little pots and all her art and craft supplies will be on hand for use. Like most, or many little girls, she loves hot pink and purple, which we will paint in her playroom. However we are keeping her bedroom neutral and peaceful.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

" Please donate http://www.savelarry.org "

http://www.savelarry.org

This action of tiny donation will make you feel good, even a dollar will help.

I donated to Larry because it is morally a good thing to do. This man saved for his aged years, but because he is still alive at 105 his money ran out. Goodness knows what will happen to him if he can't pay his fees.

As we are from one source, it doesn't matter that he is in the USA. This is all above board, if you have a paypal account please consider.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

" and just until the fish start to smell and we're struck down by a hammer "



I am starting a new dance class today. I am excited. This is in addition to my tap dancing, that I am still loving. Apparently this group perform at the competitions, so I look forward to getting back on a stage again.

I am also going to yoga on Wednesday nights, to my dear chum's class. I have a new urge to become a yoga teacher amd my two mates are the ones who are going to send me down the right pathway. More later.

" This is ace ! "

Please click on this to read the words.....






Starring Morgaine-Lamb. This is Morgaine's holiday, in a nutshell.

" A runcible spoon "



Have started reading poetry again. I borrowed a great and varied book from work and am reading a few every day.

I loved, simply loved, studying poetry in high school. Looking at the words, patterns, rhythm, how so much could be said in so few words.

A Buddhist koan I am loving right now is

..........a cross legged monk

silent awareness

a battle for peace.

Friday, August 10, 2007

" There I Was In Uniform, Looking At The Art Teacher "


I remember when I was a child, a day seemed so long and glorious. I have a few memories of warm days in July and August, the hose pipe sprinkling me in my knickers and toys all over the lawn. The lawn was a 1/4 acre which was big by English standards. The days went on forever. I don't have a lot of memories of childhood, except the ones I think I have because of photos, but every so often my mind flickers to something or other from that time.

There is a photo of me in a pair of nondescript coloured greenish nylon undies with my friend Paul, in a pair of saggy, towelling red undies. We are soaked and are perhaps five.

Both of us are laughing.

I always loved this photo, but these days I remember it with melancholy. Paul was always a boy who found school hard. He was coming along well, with support and just as he was learning to read, he was knocked over, on a crossing, by a car.

I remember he was in hospital for at least six weeks. We went on to high school, I moved overseas and the last I heard of him, Paul actually suicided in the nineties. I found it all rather tragic....

I will scan the photo and share it when I find it !

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

" But I do have your red face "



Isn't is ace when you have been with someone ( and in this case I mean a loved one of the romantic persuasion ) for a long time, and you still feel as in love with them as much as you did when you first got together. Even though the nature of things may change as the relationship, family and other things change and mature, the fact that you still love that person, rocks !

Yes Ifan I am talking about you in case you weren't sure !

To the lovely man who has been taking care of my lovely man for the last couple of days, go with the name pertaining to a little lucky Irish plant, it's lovely. Thanks a whole bunch for taking care of him, he had a great time. I bet you looked so charmingly dashing with your scooters, wicker baskets and bread sticks.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

" Is There Anyone Else Who Has Slightly Mysterious Bruises ? "







Time is a most precious thing. As a younger person I was very rarely ( if ever ) bored, because at the very least, I always had books. Now, as an adult, I am never bored, ever. I don't have time to be bored, even if I wanted to be. It makes me very sad to hear younger folks, whinging on about how boring they think everything is, unless of course it involves something to do with immediate gratification ( take your pick here ). It is rife. I know not all teenagers are like this, but I hear it so often at work.

The things I live by, in the quest to make every moment count, are simple, so much can be accomplished in a spare five minutes.

* Carry blank paper and a pen.

* Have a dictionary on hand ( fun reading )

* Carry a book of koans and/or poetry for moments of greatness in a short time.

* Carry current reading matter in case you find yourself with a spare 10 minutes whilst say, you are waiting to be picked up or something similar.

* I am a big fan of audible.com and podcasts, so always carry a CHARGED ipod. I just love listening to lectures on yoga, chanting and everything and anything that is of good quality. So much fun, learn, exercise, relax, you name it, all through your ears.

All we have is now. So it is important to make every moment count. I read somewhere to " adopt a deathbed mentality ". This means to live everyday as if it were your last.

Now I know many of us have to work and no-one would be doing that on their last day, BUT if you have to work, then how can that day be made even greater. I want every day of my life to count, to be lived in the moment I am in.

Time for me to walk my talk I think !

Monday, August 6, 2007

" www.hiptranquilchick.com "



I am loving the podcasts by Kimberly Wilson, the hip tranquil chick and yoga master.

I borrowed the poem below from her blog, check her out.

...what in your life is calling you?

when all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned, the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest, what still pulls on your soul?

In the silence between your heartbeats hides a summons. do you hear it? name it, if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?

I did my first yoga prac in ages tonight, and although I realised I have little suppleness in my body, it felt great.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

" ...but she didn't mind..."



I have been obsessing about Christmas recently ( not so you would notice- ha ! ).

More specifically, Christmas when I was a tot. It is important to me that Morgaine has memorable Christmas memories as she gets older. I don't mean ones with loads of fleeting presents, I mean ones with lots of creative activities and festive fun. I hope too that one year she will have a COLD Christmas.

My memories of Christmas are varied, and they scamper all over the place time-wise, but i'll put down what I can remember now.

1. The colour blue ( sort of a hot royal blue ). I think this pertains to some coloured paper on the wall in my infant school, it was the background to some sort of mural.

2. Christmas cards that were NOT paper thin OR made in China. They usually had snow scenes on them ( yeh- I know I love them ). Often they had silver glitter too. They said more than " to....from...." on them.

3. A certain smell. The only way I can think to describe it, is as the smell that white spray on fake snow has, the stuff that goes on windows. I can't think of anything else it was like.

4. My brother telling me to " shut the bloody curtain " as I was looking out of the window one Christmas Eve looking for Santa.

5. Carol singing and making a few pounds to boot.

6. Performing in the myriad choirs I found myself in, in high school. Usually in old people's homes, churches and Pontefract Market Place.

7. Getting a doll whose brand was BAMBOLE !

8. Laughing at a ' classy " watch my father got, the brand being a dodgy " Neltronic ". Tee hee.

9. My sister bringing home lots of company presents, each employee of the sewing factory she worked in gots lots of freebies ( wouldn't happen these days ). The main thing I remember were " Percy Dalton's nuts " ( of the fresh eatable variety )

10. Our " Calor Gas Heater " that had a particular smell, in my bedroom.

11. Cotton wool and tissue paper cards we made in infant school.

12. Being a talking sheep in a nativity play.

13. Going to a fancy dress party at school as one of the " two kings ". One got lost on the way. I think that was Rowena and I.

14. Taking a named dish and spoon for our school festive party for our jelly and ice-cream.

15. Brandy butter from Marks and Spencer.

16. When I was a teenager, going into pubs and being grabbed ( quite happily I might add ) by mysterious strangers with mistletoe, then snogged, often.

17.Shopping in the dark with my mum in Leeds. It was usually raining, it was brightly lit, lots of Yorkshire women in see-through plastic rain hoods.


More will come to mind I am sure...

" Gaudete ! Gaudete ! "



I found my old hot water bottle, after buying another yesterday. It was at my mother's place. Now I am in bed with two, and it feels lovely.

Have had a great day, just Morgaine and me. Morgaine drew all day and did collage work whilst I assisted, did several million bails of washing, sung and danced as my music piped through the computer and our ace music system in the other room.

My baby has no interest in watching TV at all, all she wants to do is draw, paint and create, and we are not stopping her, I even let her cut up my magazines I haven't yet read fully. ( I never read them properly, just look at the pictures, yet still buy more ).

I have decided that as I keep undoing all my good work with my walking, by overeating ( thinking my walk will take off any excessive late night snacking ) I am going to try a new tack.

I have read that often when you feel hungry, it is really a sign that your body is thirsty. So bearing this in mind, anytime I want to snack, especially after 6 pm, I have to drink 500 ml of water FIRST ! If I still feel like I want to eat afterwards, I can, but I MUST have the water first. At least, if I still eat, I will be super hydrated. I drink 2 litres or thereabouts everyday anyway, a little more will help crush my impending wrinkles some more.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

" and then sometimes angels can be devils too "



I went to an Indian head massage course today, it was great. I enjoyed all that I experienced and shared. It also turned out that my partner was the mum of one of Morgaine's day care pals, so that was jolly comforting.

I love doing Adult Education courses, I fully intend to do more. I love learning new things and then trying them out.

I am alone with Morgaine for the next few days as Ifan has gone to Melbourne to pick up a scooter for a pal, boo hoo. I miss him already, but am in bed with a chamomile tea, my hot water bottle and episodes of ' Men Behaving Badly ' on my Mac.

More later.. there's comedy to larf at x

Thursday, August 2, 2007

" Open The Sky And Let It Come Down "



All night long it rained. I kept waking and feeling snug and at peace. I love the rain. I managed to dodge between the raindrops for at least 30 minutes and get my walk in.

I feel so alive with the morning walks.

I am going to incorporate more yoga into my life, instead of simply thinking about it. I think about it so much that I actually think I am doing it, but I don't and haven't for ages.

I feel kind of different lately. I am smiling more, remembering that a smile gets all sorts of good hormones pulsing through the old body. I am constantly sending reiki thoughts in an effort to uplift others and myself.

When I have a negative thought I send it away, as much as I remember to do so. I live a very happy life, I have lots to smile about.

Have also been thinking about words that I think are funny and that I do not like.

* novelty * giftware * vol-au-vent ( though I like to eat them ) * valance * newbie * freebie and * fancy-goods.

All quite horribly naff !