Tuesday, 30 December 2008

Last Post for 2008

The photo of Cass (the Lurcher) and Blaize (Border Lakeland Terrier 'allegedly' or "Sock" according to Kat) kind of sums up the Christmas holiday - nice and relaxing.
We have had some lovely days spent with the family but also time time to chill and relax and watch hours of TV, something which I rarely do. However my hands were not idle and I made all these bracelets- quite a change from my usual stuff but given the credit crunch I thought I needed to make some cheap and cheerful stuff. The clear, red, purple and pink are glass, the next batch down are Blue Goldstone, followed by a solitary jade and Onyx and finally a Tigers Eye

I also made a Garnet one but have kept that for myself.
Anyway, I am signing off for now and will be back in 2009. May the New Year bring you health, wealth and joy.
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion....this is the place to go now.
But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.

Richard Bach

Friday, 19 December 2008

Getting Ready for Christmas

Well this is the extent of the decorations for Christmas and once again my pictures let me down but I can assure you it looks lovely. (Or in the case of Sue "tis sluffly"). The tin Santa is really naff and was bought in memory of my brother Mick who took great delight in buying grot- the grottier the better according to him. It makes me smile to look at it. Having 2 dogs and a small room means we don't have a traditional tree but that's no major problem.
Apart from the last minute fresh food shop I am done! I closed down the Kiamyka Creation website today and plan a major overhaul over the holidays with a brand new look and some new creations to add too. I am also busy working on a website for Sue and will post about that once it is ready to launch.
Perhaps I should also say that the new creations are still in my head but I will post a few as the holidays progress. For now though I am going to put my feet up and watch Corrie.

Monday, 15 December 2008

Thoughts on Healing

Harry Edwards

I have been up since 5:30 and awake since goodness knows when. The pain in my joints is unbearable and I feel as if I have been kicked by the proverbial donkey. I console myself with the thoughts that my healing continues as this pain will dissipate through the day. I also marvel at how much more mobility I have now, compared to say 3 years ago when I was managing around 350 steps a day - I know this number because I used a Step Counter one day- it shocked me into pushing myself further each day and taking more responsibilty for my own healing.
It also mad
e me take stock of my future and at the time I had the idea that time and the inevitable ageing process would lead to even more restrictions and pain. But something changed within my thinking. I thought of all the pioneers of Healing who had been instrumental in seemingly miraculous recoveries and sent my thoughts out to Harry Edwards who is recognised as the leading light of Spiritual Healing in the UK. I also considered how my body had created these conditions and speculated that if my body can make all these things happen then maybe it can undo the changes. Are you bored yet lol?
So l
et me share the specifics so you know what I am referring to. I have/had a right leg which was an inch shorter than the left, damage to 3 vertebrae , 2 discs which had herniated so many times since my early 20's, curvature of the spine and arthritis affecting all my joints.
Now as a R
eiki Master I had been practicing Self Healing for years but I was totally surprised and shocked at an event which happened in May 2007. I was in bed one night and my right leg went into spasms followed by horrific pain as it felt as if my leg was being ripped from my hip socket. It lasted a short while but the pain persisted for a few hours. The next morning I got out of bed and immediately knew that some radical change had occurred. My right shoes all had an additional inch lift on the heel , tapering down to half an inch under the sole and I had to wear them all the time as to not have the lift was unbearable. But this morning as I stood I thought "My goodness I am level!" I slipped my shoes on and knew the change had happened. I had to take them off and walked bare footed for the rest of the day. As the days went by it was apparent to me that my leg had indeed grown - barefoot I felt level - with shoes it was like having one shoe on and one shoe off ( a total reversal for my norm).
I mad
e an appointment at the hospital as it was important that I had this medically confirmed as I didn't want to just abandon my prescribed shoes and to be honest I don't think I quite believed it myself. When I explained why I was there I was told there was no way my leg could have grown and it was suggested that deterioration in my pelvis would have tipped me, giving the illusion of being level. However, after doing all the measurements he had to concur that the leg had indeed grown and that there was no physiological reason why it had. I just smiled and said "So it's magic uh?".
I l
eft the hospital laughing and crying at the same time - not only was it a sign that I was healing but it also meant that I could buy any shoes!! After so many years of being restricted to having shoes which were fixable my purhase that day was a pair of sparkly silver sandals and red nail varnish for my toes . At times I still don't quite believe it all but was reminded of the shoes recently when I saw an old picture of me and Sue (aka Ethelreal and Daphne) clearly showing the slab under my right shoe.

Well now I have shared all that with you I can get to the point of this post. Harry Edwards set up a Healing Sanctuary which persists to this day. I am registered with the Sanctuary as a participant in The Healing Minute- at 10am and 10pm healers around the world sit for 1 minute and send healing to those in need. When I received the latest Magazine I was worried to see that there are concerns about its sustainability so this is an appeal for anyone who would wish to support the future of the Sanctuary. I also wish to record that this morning I aslo requested healing for myself from the army of healers who work for the Sanctuary so a big thank you to you all.
The wish for healing has always been half of health.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca


Saturday, 6 December 2008

New Designs

It's been quite a while since I posted and I really don't have an excuse for my tardiness. Although November was quite a busy month in terms of places to go, people to see etc I could have made more of an effort to write.
Sales have been abysmal so in an effort to keep busy I have been playing around with designs , the results of which are pictured here. The green one is made with glass, amethyst chips and freshwater pearls and took 8 hours to make! I have been testing it out to make sure I have the techniques right so have worn it for 4 days - its has been in the shower , the bath and I also slept in it and it has survived. All I need to do now is get quicker as I have a commission for one so need to make it more affordable.

The next picture shows another necklace design this time using just glass and more Freshwater Pearls. I love the way that they drape they are so fluid. The last one ended up as a bracelet as it was so heavy on the use of pearls. It looks good enough to eat haha.
I have had good news about my knee - I am NOT having surgery so a big thank you to all my healer friends.
I continue to be amazed at the number of people who read my blog - currently 620 visitors from 50 countries - how wonderful that is. Thank you all for taking time to read my rambles .
P and I have decided we don't want or need anything for Christmas so we have set a challenge. We each have to spend £20 and only one of the gifts can cost £5 or less - the remainder have to be £1 or less. I am having great fun finding things he will enjoy and have to say I am really looking forward to see what ideas he comes up with.

"The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."

-- Joseph Addison

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Lest we Forget

This year there appears to have been a greater emphasis on Remembrance Day as it is 90 years since the official signing of the Treaty which put an end to the Great War. It has been a week of some very poignant articles both on TV and radio.
Although I had been brought up in Post War Britain, the wider reality of what it had all meant did not hit home until I was 12 years old and studying War poetry at school. The words of the following poem struck chords so deep within me and on reflection was possibly the first text which showed me the true power of the written word .


Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen

Back in August Laura and I went to Monk Bretton Cemetery to place birthday flowers on Eddie's grave and I stopped to investigate a headstone which was so obviously a War Memorial headstone. I stood in awe when I realised that A Shaw had enlisted in the Black Watch and had therefore fought alongside my Granddad Harry Hutchinson. It was a very humbling moment for me and I paused to honour them all.

This is a picture of Eddie who served in World War 2.
Watching Look North tonight I was further moved by an article by Radio Leeds presenter Andrew Edwards who went on a quest to find out more about his Great Uncle William Binnie who also served in the Black Watch . You can read the full article here

I want to close this brief post with the full version of the poem which contains the memorable words used at Remembrance Services. It was written by Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Sunday, 19 October 2008

I've been Tagged hahah

I have a widget on my blog which shows when friends Blogs have been updated and it must have gone a bit faulty because when I checked back I had missed some friends posts. So of course I had to toodle off there and read up on the latest happenings and leave my comments. Next thing I know Wham I am tagged by Alison of Beadangles - thanks Alison lol.
These are the rules:

1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.

2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.

3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by including links to their blogs.

4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs.

So 7 facts about me

  1. 1 When I left school I was a Student Lab Technician at Storeys of Lancaster. I was the first female ever to apply for the post! How times change eh? It was a great opportunity and would have led to a BSc in Polymer Technology and Chemistry but I contracted Dermatitis so severe I had to have a finger nail removed. I had also by this time been ejected from home and was staying at my friend Helen's house and once Aunty Sally found out she made plans for me to move back to Barnsley, which I did just before my 17th birthday.

  2. 2 My friend Caz always gasps when I reveal some aspects of me and accuses me of throwing things into the conversation only when it's apt. I surprised her again a few days ago when she asked if I knew anyone who could do Calligraphy and I replied "Yeh me " PS Caz I bought a new pen ;-)

  3. 3 When I was about 5 I was daydreaming in Sunday School when the Teacher called me to the front. I was horrified as I thought I had done something wrong. She handed me a badge and told me it was for being the Quietest Little Girl in class - I learned the meaning of irony at a very early age .

  4. 4 I write poetry but hardly ever let people see it. In fact I wrote one for Pete when we started going out together and he still hasn't seen it more than 10 years later. I just confessed this to him :-) I suppose I will have to find it and let him read it now.

  5. 5 I can write with a pen between my toes

  6. 6 I was a member of CAMRA and I once swapped T shirts with a guy in a pub at a Beer Festival . They thought I was being chicken because I hesitated but I only paused because I wasn't sure if I was wearing a bra.

  7. 7 My right leg used to be an inch short and I had to wear horrible shoes which were built up. One night, 18 months ago I had an amazing healing experience and my short leg grew. I still don't quite believe this myself, nor did the hospital but they had to concede that my leg had indeed grown. The first thing I did after the confirmation was to go out and buy red nail varnish and some gold flip flops
I am going to tag the following bloggers:
Miles to Sew
Maid in Edinburgh
Beaded Jewelry
Heavenly Jewellery
Little Bead
Buffys Charms
Primrose Corner

Sunday, 5 October 2008

Happy Birthday Laura

Today it is my daughter Laura's birthday. It's hard to believe she is 32 it makes me feel old haha. I went up to see her for an hour this afternoon. She must have 50 cards and got loads of presents too, including some walking socks and a book about the 3 Peaks.
I love the fact that she has now got back into real walking, something which I introduced both her and Mark to when they were younger. I remember at the time they didn't always appear as willing participants, but when they talk about it all now it seems they did enjoy it after all.

The first holiday we had together after I got divorced from their Dad was camping in Austwick in the North Yorkshire Dales. We would spend the day out walking and in the evenings go up to the pub where Mick was chef, to eat his glorious food and spend an hour chatting with him after his shift was over.
I had a Mini at the time and remember packing the car the night before we set off and as I climbed into bed felt quite proud that I had managed to pack a 6 berth tent and all the required tackle for a week's camping. And it was then that the thought struck me - "How do I fit me and 2 kids in that car?" Needless to say we managed it and arrived at the site before the other campers were up and about. One guy would not believe me when I said that I had brought it all in and on the Mini.
One of my all time favourite walks is in North Yorkshire and it's the Ingleton Waterfalls Walk. I don't know of any other 4 and a half mile walk that packs so much diversity of scenery into it. Incidentally, it's probably the first real walk I ever did too as we visited the area on a Geography Trip when I was at Morecambe Grammar School.
Today at Laura's as we looked at her book I mentioned that I had done 2 out of the 3 which surprised her in a way but I don't know why. I have walked massive parts of the Lake District, Yorkshire, Derbyshire, Northumberland and many bits and pieces of other parts of the country. I think it's fair to say though I am unlikely to achieve the Third Peak of Ben Nevis - she will have to take lots of pictures to share with me.
The camping in Austwick was supposed to be for a week but I woke up on the Thursday morning, made myself coffee and thought "I don't think i can take another day of these 2 arguing and performing" so after coffee i woke them up, unplugged the airbeds and told them we were going home early. So, Olivia, Raegan, Cole, Lewis and Alfie , next time your Mum or Dad nag you and tell you to be nice to your brother or sister - just know it from me your Gran that they were exactly the same!

Monday, 29 September 2008

Show and Tell Monday

I recently joined a new Forum called Make Mine Pink and this is my first Show and Tell. Now I have to confess I am not very girly although a part of me feels I ought to be if that makes sense. I do however adore Rose Quartz so I thought I would share some of my Rose Quartz Creations with you. I am often asked do gemstones really have special qualities and the scientist in me says "How can we know for sure?" One thing we know for sure is that they have their own unique vibration or resonance and Quartz Crystal is probably our most known for this factor as it is what is used in watches to maintain regular time. Rose Quartz is reputed to be for Love, peace, happiness, gentleness and healing emotional wounds. Even if this only happens on a placebo level I think it's a beautiful thought. But of course it is also so pretty!

This first picture is of a beautiful large heart of Rose Quartz teamed with Sterling Silver and more Rose Quartz.
It is followed by another heart, this time teamed
with Hematite
The third one is Rose Quartz teamed with
Freshwater Pearls and Amazonite
and finally some sweet Angel earrings

Sunday, 21 September 2008

Odds and Sods and Catching Up

I thought I'd take time out to fill you in on what I have been up to recently, which seems a bit of this, a bit of that and the odd bit of the other. One interesting thing that happened was I was interviewed as part of The Great British Craft Tour. Tjobbe and Rosie are a young couple, touring the UK in a VW Campervan with their lovely labrador Gizmo, in search of the best of British Crafters. I applied to be considered ages ago and have to confess I thought the visit was going to be a virtual one. Imagine my surprise when I got a call to ask if I would be available the next day! We spent a good bit of time talking and discussing my work and a few days later the interview was posted on the site. You can see what they said about my work here. People have also left some lovely comments too which have made me all warm inside.

I spent a day making Hatpins, around 70 in total and each one unique. Olivia, My Granddaughter came round yesterday and spent most of the day with me, suggesting variations for the Hatpins. She spent hours sorting my bead tin out. I have a biscuit tin which I throw all my odd beads in , rather like the Button Tins our Grans used to have. I used to have one myself although I think I gave it to Laura years ago. She used to spend hours playing with the buttons, just as I recall doing the same with ours when I was a kid. The thought just struck me that even after I have passed away these thoughts I place here on my Blog will be able to be rummaged through by my children and grandchildren, in the same way we rummage through bead tins or button tins. What a lovely thought.

Whilst I was engrossed with the Hatpins I was for a moment unaware what Olivia was up to, until she went "Tadaaaaaa". She had strung 40 strings of beads around her neck and it was such a lovely sight I got the camera out and took a picture of her . I just love the happy look on her face, it's one she shows me so often whenever we are together.

There has been zero interest in the sale of the house, which of course is pivotal to my dream becoming a reality. I realise the state of the market and to some extent we have to ponder what part the media has played in feeding the fear. But given that each Estate Agent is selling one house per week I believe one week soon that will be mine. The details of it are here if you have £1o3k to spare. I plan to update the Reiki Gallery site later today so you might want to pop over there and see the latest bit on that score.

I am also helping Andrea update her website at BrevonArt. We met up last Monday and did some work on it and also found time to go out for lunch. I really need to get the last few changes made too. It felt so weird being in a pub, it seems so long since I was in one . I really do need to get out more!

I also met up with an old friend last week too and it was so lovely. I don't think I have told you yet how I walked out of my job - that in itself is a massive story so I will save all the details for another time. For now it is enough to say that my health was so bad that i just had to do it! At the time I was Head of an Adult Education Centre and 2 weeks off an ALI inspection (OFSTED equivalent for adults) If you ever select a time to walk then I couldn't have chosen a worse time for the staff who were all highly committed to their work and wonderful people too. For months I tortured myself with thoughts of "What do they think of me". Obviously as time went on I dismissed these thoughts as I know for me I had done the right thing. I had none of these thoughts in my mind when I bumped into Anne who when she saw me hugged me, kissed me, let me go and then did it all over again. We went for coffee and caught up on all that had happened since those days and we plan to get together again soon.
And on that note I will end this post and go do some more odds and sods and stuff.

Sunday, 7 September 2008

Our Mick

Through Facebook I have reconnected with my cousins Cressida, Elaine and Debbie. My dad Frank and their dad Ken were brothers but they rarely saw each other and as a consequence I believe we only ever met as cousins once. I recall when I was about 7 going down to Buckinghamshire to stay for a few days but my memories of the visit are very hazy, which on reflection is odd for me because as is becoming evident as this blog develops, my memories are generally very vivid. The most prominent memory I have is playing in the back garden. After several brief notes on Facebook I realised I hadn't flagged up with them that Mick my brother had passed and as it is way due for me to add to the blog I thought I would share some of Mick's story with you.

Our Mick was an alcoholic, something which many people could neither understand or accept. I both understood and accepted his addiction. We loved each other unconditionally and had an amazing connection. Mick was also a healer and had mediumistic experiences but always doubted these. I feel he wanted to believe but his doubts blocked a lot of it for him.
Mick was also an amazing Chef and was happiest when he was feeding people with his creations. Throughout his career he worked in some very prestigious Restaurants and had cooked for the Queen. Throughout his life he had moved from place to place,relationship to relationship, from the depths of despair to the heights of elation. He was never average at anything. If he was sober he was sober- if he was pissed he was comatose. If he loved it was for eternity. And he missed Mam every second of every day of the rest of his life.

He would slip in and out of our lives, sometimes being AWOL for years and then reappear to let us know he was still alive.

Around 2000 he got back in touch with us. He was living in a Bed and Breakfast in Morecambe,alongside other alcoholics and drug addicts. Me and Julie went to see him and he spoke about coming back to Barnsley and beating the demon within. His plan was to start to go dry and then come back home. He insisted on giving us a holiday before that happened and he saved up to take me, Pete and Julie to the Lakes for a long weekend. We had a wonderful weekend and shortly after that he moved back here. Pete and I went to fetch him and his total possessions fitted in the boot of the car.

At the time Julie was living in a rented property but was waiting for her house purchase to complete and her landlord had agreed that Mick could take over the tenancy once she moved so for about a month they shared the house. Once he had the house all to himself he threw himself into making it home. I used to love to go through and see him as he was so happy and proud of his home. I would get there and he would have plumped up all the cushions and got a stool ready for me to put my feet up. He would ply me with strong coffee and ask "Now Sissy are you all warm n comfy there?" We would sit and talk for hours having a laugh and a joke, mainly about the madness and cruelty we had endured as kids.

Of course it wasn't all plain sailing and he had lapses where he hit the bottle at which point I would withdraw. I could support him sober but when he was on the bottle it was way too painful for me to endure. A few months later he would be on the phone to say he was dry and normal service resumed. He was rushed into hospital with a serious lung condition and underwent a barrage of tests and after a week was sent home on very strong painkillers to await the results. There was to be a meeting of specialists to agree what the lesion was. When he came out of hospital he asked me for healing and also asked me to teach and attune him to Reiki, which I did. By the time he went back to see the Consultant he was off all the pain killers and feeling great. His previous X Ray had shown up like "an aerial view of Berlin after the bombings" to quote Mick and when they repeated it, all that was left was a tiny scar where the lesion had been.

Mick had by this time fallen in love with Jane and out of the blue they were offered a Pub tenancy which they grabbed. They both threw themselves into the business and worked hard. In October of 2006 he again hit the bottle. he confided in me that his chest was bad again and he was sure it was cancer. By November he was out of the Pub, drunk into a stupor and homeless.

He was offered a bed in a hostel but refused to stay there as it was full of drunks and addicts. In January 2007 he got a council flat which I never saw. On March 23rd I received a text from him saying "Love you Chrissy". 2 weeks later we received a phone message to say the police had been at the flat and on Easter Monday we were at the Morgue where Pete was brave enough to formally identify him. He had been dead since 23rd March.

At his funeral we all wore bright clothes. I wrote and delivered the Service myself and so many people have said it was the nicest funeral they ever attended. He had always said that he wanted On the Good Ship Lollypop playing as people left but I went against his wishes on that one and we had Fields of Athenry by Brush Shiels and I also added in Daniel O'Donnell Be Not Afraid. My Dad, who I had not seen for years sat in front of me as I stood at the Lectern to the deliver the service. As they played Queen's Who Wants to Live Forever he muttered loudly enough for us to hear " I wish they would turn this bloody music off". We celebrated his life and confirmed our love. And I breathed a massive sigh of relief that he was right where he always wanted to be - with Mam

Be Not Afraid

You shall cross the barren desert,
but you shall not die of thirst.
You shall wander far in safety,
though you do not know the way.

You shall speak your words in foreign lands,
and all will understand,
You shall see the face of God and live.

Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow Me,
and I shall give you rest.

If you pass through raging waters
in the sea, you shall not drown.
If you walk amidst the burning flames,
you shall not be harmed.

If you stand before the pow’r of hell
and death is at your side,
know that I am with you, through it all

Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow Me,
and I shall give you rest.

Blessed are your poor,
for the Kingdom shall be theirs.
Blest are you that weep and mourn,
for one day you shall laugh.

And if wicked men insult and hate you, all because of Me,
blessed, blessed are you!

Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow Me,
and I shall give you rest.

Monday, 4 August 2008

Just a quickie - A request

I was asked if I could make a necklace to go with this dress for a posh wedding do. I thought long and hard about what stones I could use and originally planned to use Snow Quartz rather than Freshwater Pearls. At the last minute I decided to go for the pearls and I'm glad I did as the combination with the Lapis Lazuli focal and Onyx works really well. The earrings are Freshwater Pearl and Onyx. The Onyx is twisted - sigh ...I do need photography classes I reckon it will look stunning with the dress . What do you think?

Saturday, 2 August 2008

Finally bought some Palmstones but....

my trusty Dremel let me down!
I buy Palmstones of different Gemstones and engrave them with the Reiki Symbols and they are generally snapped up before I get them on the website. I managed to make these 3 sets
before the chuck failed on me. They are Kambala Jasper which is found in Africa. They cost £25 including postage - if you are interested get in touch and I can show you any I have made and ready . I placed an order for a new chuck this afternoon so I should be back in action by Tuesday, which is good as I am at the Country Fair at Cusworth Hall on August 17.

Above is my cabinet at Cawthorne Antiques - I can't decide whether to empty it for the show or leave it all there. I might just take my favourite pieces along - we shall see.
My knee continues to be a problem, restricting what I can do- the most annoying thing is waking around 6am when the pain killers have stopped working. I wish I could sleep in a little longer. I have so much to do!

Saturday, 26 July 2008

26 July 1959

Aunty Gwen (left) and Mam (right)
On Sunday 26 July 1959, 13 days before my 4th birthday my Mam Jennie was killed in a tragic accident. The details of the day are etched in my memory. I could describe the car they sat us in the back of after the accident. I recall thinking the owners must be posh because they had a box of tissues, unlike us with our real hankies with cartoon characters printed on them . I was appalled at the Police Officer who suggested I play with a baby toy - you know those shape things that you hammer into a base? How old did he imagine I was for goodness sake? They fed us a roast pork dinner and I wasn't impressed as it was very fatty.
By the time we could come home it was dark and we travelled home in the back of Granddad's neighbour's car. It was an old black one and years later I found out it was Benny Graham who drove us back. The police had gone to Grandma and Granddad's and advised them of the severity of the accident. Benny was the only person with a car so he volunteered to take them.
As he approached Scunthorpe he rang the Police for directions to the hospital and they informed him that Mam had passed. He told me how he went back to the car not knowing what to say to Grandma and Granddad. Fortunately he was spared that task as Granddad touched his arm and said "It's Ok lad I know"
According to Benny, driving home I looked out of the back window of the car at the stars twinkling in the night sky and declared "My Mam is an Angel dancing through the stars" I don't recall shedding tears for her - in my mind she was still here but different and over the last 49 years there hasn't been a day go by that I have not had a little chat with her.

A few days later I was a bridesmaid for Mary our neighbour and I was angry that my Mam wasn't there to help me get dressed for the big occasion. I knew she was watching though and I took the posy of Peonies to my Grandma.
A few weeks later Uncle Harry and Aunty Nancy took me on holiday with them to Bridlington. We stayed in a caravan and were invaded by earwigs.
That's me striding out in my little blue shorts. My cousin Carole was having a shy moment bless her.
So all in all today is a bit of a roller coaster one in terms of emotions. 49 years is a long time to be motherless and as I approach my 53rd birthday I still struggle to believe I am technically older than my Mam. I do however believe that the person I have become is evidence that we are still influenced by those who have passed. There is no way that I take after my Dad and I am certain that my Mam has helped and guided me through life, perhaps even more effectively than she could have done had the accident not taken place.
I am proud to be Jennie's daughter.

Friday, 25 July 2008

Can you do anything to support or help Helen?

I watched Look North the other day - it is our local news channel and it featured Helen Miller who is a 38 year old mum of 2 on the wating list for a lung/lungs transplant. Helen is writing a blog, pouring out all her worries and concerns and really needs something to lift her spirits. Could you consider checking out her blog and letting her see how much love and support is there for her?
Click here for her Blog
xx Chris

Saturday, 19 July 2008

Creating a Dream

A few of you will be aware of my dream which I have been sitting on for months and months now. Well, the time has come to make it a reality and in preparation for this I have begun the new website for it. Normally I would keep a site under wraps until it was ready to go live but I decided to make it live as I develop it. I don't even have a logo there yet. Of course there is method in my madness as it starts to get the idea out there, and also gets the site climbing the Google ranks.
There is a new Blog attached to it but I will continue to maintain this one as this one is anything goes and the other will be solely focused on the new business.
Sorry if this is short and sweet but I am feeling rather sorry for myself. I had a bad fall today when my knee gave way- I managed to twist both ankles, graze my elbows and goodness knows whats happened with my knee as it whipped sideways - I never knew they could work sideways! I intend to spend the rest of the weekend with my feet up.
Before I forget this is the link to the new site of Reiki Gallery.
I thought a picture of this Cross Stitch I made for Pete back in 1999 was an appropriate image for this post - I love the words on it.

Sunday, 13 July 2008

Blog Walkabouts

A few weeks ago I decided to go off and look at more Blogs and to be honest I had no idea where to start looking for new ones. So I set myself a little challenge and decided I would start off at the Blog that was top on my list of Beady Blogs and follow a link from it, and then follow a link from that one etc. I enjoyed what I found so much I plan to do it perhaps once a month or so.
I spent an evening doing this and really enjoyed what I found. My trail started with Crafted Gems and I was led to Aileen Clarke Crafts post about Rosa Rugosa . It is a beautifully written story of friendship and love.
From Aileen's Blog I went to Wren's Nest Cottage and a beautiful evocative post called Jimmy's Gone to Flanders which brought back so many beautiful thoughts of my Grandad Harry Hutchinson who served in the Great War.
From Wren's Nest Cottage I found a great article about mosses and ferns on Resurrection Fern. The images are superb and the article is so well written and the Blog is chock full of projects too.
My next leap took me to The Revisited Stash . Sarah is a textile Artist and this blog focuses on using recycled fabrics. I loved the mushroom which "sprouted" on her developing throw.
From there I found Winged Heels which is just so beautiful. Prayers and kind thoughts are needed for the family and her small daughter.
Onwards next to Shadows and Clouds and some beautiful photography and many interesting articles and finally to VintagePretty where you must go and read the post for 4 July titled Je Crois.
All in all I had a great time on my walkabout and plan to add these to a new Bloglist so I can keep track of them. I hope you too enjoyed them and perhaps you might be interested in doing your own Blog Walkabout.
I will update you on life's events soon - I seem to be in this cocoon of inner peace and calm, despite the fact that the next few months are going to be so busy and exciting. I'm an awful tease aren't I but I have to do something to tempt you back here :-)

Sunday, 6 July 2008

Huskar Mining Disaster 170 years on

I meant to post this on Friday 4 July as it was the 170th anniversary of this disaster which proved instrumental in changing the laws around the employment of children. On the 4th July 1828, 26 boys and girls aged 7 to 17 perished when a flash summer flood sent a torrent of water gushing down a drift which was used for ventilation in Moorend Colliery, known locally as Huskar pit. The children who had all been working down the mine when the flood struck are all buried at the site of the monument in Silkstone Church. Among the names is Eli Hutchinson aged 9.
Silkstone is about 5 miles away from where I live and it was at this church where my ancestors were baptised, married and buried, prior to the building of St John The Baptist Church in Dodworth, in 1847.
When I first began my family tree I thought that Eli Hutchinson was not connected to me as, according to records I am a descendant of George Hutchinson, who was allegedly the son of George and Mary and baptised at Silkstone on 24 April 1791. Subsequent searches for the marriage of a George and Mary have failed to reveal any such couple. However, in the Parish records are several children born to a Henry and Mary Hutchinson , all of whom fit in age wise around my George. It would appear that an error was made on the records - if I accept this assumption then I can go further back in time , but would also have to go back to the archives, this time including Henry and Mary's descendants , which I believe will include young Eli.
Regardless of whether he is kin or not, all of these 26 children have touched many lives.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust

Saturday, 5 July 2008

Setting Challenges

A week ago when I was over in Doncaster at BrevonArt, Andrea asked if I had any earrings I could take in and of course I agreed to make some for there. On Thursday I went up into my workshop (which incidentally is still not organised after the changing rooms scenario) and sat there looking at my stock and it struck me I am spoiled for choice! And despite all the choice I was stuck for what to do so decided to set myself a design challenge. I chose 2 different types of shell and planned to make 10 pairs of earrings which would each be significantly different. The actual act of making a pair of earrings takes minutes, yet it took me a full afternoon to come up with the 10 pairs which I was proud of and were favourably received the following day at BrevonArt. (I forgot to take pictures so can't show you them)
Now to take a small diversion and a step back in time I have supported Greenpeace since it began in 1971 and have always been an eco warrior in my own little way. I hate waste of any kind and even if I have 2 full bottles of washing up liquid in the cupboard I would still have to fill the empty one with water and get 2 extra washing ups out of it. It is this aspect in me which leads me to offer a lifetime guarantee on my creations as I would hate to think that the world's natural resources were collected and processed to end up in the bottom of a drawer or in landfill.
Getting back up to date, after talking to Andrea on Friday I decided to set myself a new design challenge and create a range entirely with junk, discarded materials, charity shop finds etc. I realise I will have to use some new parts but plan for them to be 99% junk.

I made a start today and will give you a few clues to what I am up to. I have used this which came through the door today.

I also went to this beautiful park

and collected some of this, and will keep you posted.

And here I am with my little cotton bag and the dogs Cass and Blaize . Cass is the Lurcher, Blaize is the Border Lakeland Terrier (and was the runt of the litter and definitely not anything like she should be but we love her ) I didn't know Pete had taken this one until he showed me when we got back home.

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

Rambling on About Reiki and Hugs

Today I had an amazing opportunity to ramble on about Reiki and boy did I wax on about it. A few months ago I received an email from a 3rd Year Medical Student . As part of the training they have a 6 week block where they can choose to do anything and she had decided to investigate Complimentary Therapies. She asked would I be prepared to meet with her and discuss my experiences of Reiki and naturally I agreed.
Now anyone who knows me is aware I can talk for England when the subject is healing but I had decided to be led by her questioning because I wanted to come at the subject from her perspective.
We covered an amazing array of topics which included the following:
  • What motivated you to become an active Reiki practitioner?
  • How does healing occur?
  • What part does the placebo effect have?
  • What part does the mind play in bringing about healing?
  • Where does the energy come from?
  • What part do we play in creating our own illness?
We also touched upon the Legal and Ethical issues around healing and discussed spiritual matters, religions, positive thinking, the power of prayer,stem cells and Quantum Physics!
Now of course many of my responses were drawn from experience, speculation, knowledge,ideas or educated guesses but what was wonderful was, that despite our different starting points eg science versus alternative, we had so much agreement. In fact we both had a good laugh when we spoke about the Placebo effect because I said "Well regardless of whether we are practicing Reiki or medicine, if it is the Placebo effect and healing occurs then bring it on!
As with all discussions about healing though I always talk about the healing power of touch, an ability we all have but that many of us don't ever think about. If you bang your elbow what do you do after you have cursed? You hold it. If you have stomach ache what do you do? You hold your stomach. If a child falls down and hurts their knee what do you do? You rub it better- and all of these actions reduce pain don't they?
When I was studying for my first degree I included Social Psychology and recall reading some research from the 1930s. The study was about infant mortality in Orphanages as babies were dieing at an alarming rate for no apparent physical reason. A simple change was made and the babies began to survive. This simple change was to simply hug and nurse the babies. Powerful hugs eh?
I'm just reflecting back on the subjects we discussed today and wondering "Wow! How did I get to be so wise?" And the answer is simple really. I took my time along the healing path, I practiced lots, I questioned all I experienced and I read and studied widely. But don't let me saying this put you off pursuing it yourself. The key reason for me saying this is this; if you ever see a Course advertised offering to make you a Reiki Master in a weekend then think twice.

Live your life from your heart. Share from your heart. And your story will touch and heal people's souls.
Melody Beattie

Sunday, 29 June 2008

Another New Look and a New Website

I decided it was time to get a new look for the blog and managed to find this beautiful free template - hope you like it . It was a bit of problem as I lost all my links and other add ons so had to redo them. Hopefully I have all of you back on my Beady Links but if I have missed you off I apologise and let me know and I will re-add you. I used a new widget so that rather than appearing in alphabetical order it now lists in order of recency - easier to keep track of ones that have new content on them don't you think?
I've also added a Daily Quote which appears in the footer and an Affirmation for Now which changes each time you visit.
I was at BrevonArt in Doncaster on Friday. It's a relatively new Gallery, the dream and inspiration of Andrea Bretherton and one of the Galleries which stock my jewellery. The current exhibition is

Landscape Of The Heart’

10th June – 26th July 2008

An exhibition of work by artists and partners Dave Watson and Morag Eaton (of Foldyard Arts), The exhibition is in celebration of Dave surviving a major heart attack and Morag finally picking up a paintbrush to accompany and support her partner with his art work after his illness. Dave was previously a professional photographer, after a dream whilst recovering from his heart attack he discovered his talent for painting.

They both paint the same subject matter concentrating on the woodlands and landscape of South Yorkshire but bring their own unique individual style to their paintings. A worthy and interesting exhibition.

(Andrea I lifted that bit direct from the site hope you don't mind lol)

I know Morag and David from my activities at Swinton Lock and it was wonderful to see their work on display. It was quite something to see their work up there in its glory, especially after seeing some of it actually being created. Also on display is the Ceramic work of Sharon Cooke, another lovely member of the Swinton Gang. If you live in the area you really ought to go along and see the exhibition - the Gallery has a wonderful relaxed atmosphere and the current exhibition is breathtaking. If it's too far then go and look at the brand new site for BrevonArt. It is still having the final touches added to it so maybe bookmark it and pop back in a week or so.

PS Kerrie and Alison, watch this space for my seed bead project. I should warn you though this will be my one and only, at least at this size of bead. I bought a pack off Ebay with about 12 different colours but although no expert with seed beads I reckon they must be about size 15!!!

PPS I also made a tree to hang earrings on and a copper and turquoise crocheted bracelet and necklace- they are undergoing Quality Control right now as I need to check they retain their form and don't send you green - so far so good - I have worn them non stop for 3 days and they have withstood the shower and sleeping in them.

PPS Now added the picture

Thursday, 26 June 2008

Well I'll go to Hummer!

Don't ask me where Hummer is though. "I'll go to hummer" is one of the many sayings which are now dieing out. My Grandad had a massive repertoire of such sayings but it seems I can only bring them to mind when the time is apt. And this morning was very apt! I had a postcard through the letter box today inviting me to an Open Day at our local Sewerage Depot haha. I don't half know how to live lol.
I have always been fascinated by language and when I did my first degree I majored in Socio Linguistics, which is a gobful I agree. It is the study of language as it is used, so covers accents, dialects etc. I can hear my friend Caz taking a sharp intake of breath saying "There she goes with her throw away comments" This is a link to Caz's website. We have been friends a number of years now and accuses me of throwing in significant parts of my earlier life as one liners. So I intend to ramble on about linguistics lol.
The words people use in their everyday life speak volumes to me. Let me give you a small example and check this out for yourself. First of all let me remind you all what pronouns are. They are the words like I, you, he, she they etc. Now when you are in a group setting like at work for example, just listen to the pronouns used. The I type are the ones who don't want to play ball and tend to be full of their own needs and wants whereas the ones that use We are the team players.
So how about a linguistic joke? Now you have to understand the Yorkshire dialect to get this joke but let me just say we hardly ever say the (so we go to shop not to the shop) and often say thee and tha. So one day Pete, who's a southerner says to me "Where's the bin" (say it quickly) so I turned to him and said "I haven't been anywhere" and promptly fell about laughing. Ok I agree, not as good as the Marx brothers I guess you had to be there.
Moving on to the home front I still haven't got everything tidied up . I so want it all to be in order but actually achieving it is so difficult. I spent an hour upstairs in my new workroom today and whilst it's getting there I am tempted to just get stuck into some work - it seems ages since I created anything. I made some earrings the other day but these don't count as creativity.

I still haven't got around to adding them to the site though.
I got a bead loom yesterday and fancy having a go with it but need to wait for a supply of seed beads - hopefully they will be here tomorrow. I have some but not enough colours to do what's in my mind. I've also had an idea for a seed bead necklace and think I will tackle that first - it will be so me haha.
Now that I have my new specs threading is easier - I got varifocals and am used to them now but also got a pair of readers for when I'm working. Old habits die hard though don't they? I still want to peep over the rims and every time I stand up I am tempted to take my specs off.
Right my coffee break is over so off to do other stuff. I'm just glad I took the dogs out this morning 'cos its seiling down here ;)

Saturday, 21 June 2008

Stew and Dumplings in June

Flaming June and we had stew and dumplings for dinner! As I was waiting for the dumplings to cook I thought to myself "We should be sitting outside enjoying strawberries and cream". Stew and Dumplings is very much comfort food though isn't it? and I got to thinking how we associate memories with food and my mind went through a historical rush of memories.
My first one must have been when I was 3 as it involves my Mam and she passed 2 weeks before my 4th birthday. We had gone for a walk to Staincross Park and we had called in the shop on Wakefield Road and she bought me a Golden Cup and she had some Munchies. I ate mine on the way to the park and when we were walking back home she handed me one of her Munchies. I recall thinking how sweet and kind she was.
My next step on Memory Lane puts me at 4 years old going to the Post Office with my Grandad to collect his pension. He would buy me a pack of Cherry Lips. I can't say they were my favourite because they were hard and not half as tasty as Sports Mixtures but I treasured them because they were a gift of love.
Moving on has to be Aunty Sally's Sliced Taties and Onions, cooked in the coal oven until the sliced potatoes on top were golden brown and the onions caramelised. Yum lol.
I think we all have my Gramma's recipe for Coconut Cake as well and I had to smile a few weeks ago. Laura, my daughter, works at Barnsley Building Society and they had colluded to produce a recipe book to raise funds for charity. Laura's contribution was the Coconut Cake and I said how pleased I was that Gramma's recipe was the one she had thought to include. It turns out she wasn't aware that's how far back it went in the family so I am glad we had the chat about it as such roots are important aren't they?
I started doing my family tree back in 1999 and it is in serious need of an update - quite a few to add the closing brackets to and some beautiful new twigs to add too.
My memories of food are not all so positive and I have hesitated here whether to include this next bit. But if this blog is to help and uplift others, then it's important you know where I came from and the adversity which I overcame. Between the age of 10 and 16 my life was one of abuse, neglect and deprivation. There were times in this part of my life when I was so weak with hunger I could barely stand and food was rationed or withheld as punishment. Exactly what our crime was was never that clear or rational. For example I recall there being dust underneath a cupboard after we had supposed to have cleaned up and we had to explain why it was there. The big BUT was the answer could not be "We forgot to do under the cupboard". Me, our Mick and Julie were standing in the cold kitchen, in the dark trying to invent some answer which would be acceptable. I had just been doing all about Brownian Movement in Physics at school and asked our Mick could we say it had something to do with that. (You can see Brownian Movement in action when you see the dust dance in beams of sunlight). Of course, the task was an impossible one, so the punishment was a beating and hunger, followed by rations. In my mind's eye I can still see the 3 cups on the worktop, each containing our allocation of tea, with 2 slices of bread per cup. The Echo margarine would be in the fridge next to the Anchor butter which they had. Once we threw a wrapper of Echo in the dustbin which still had smears of marg left on it - it was duly recovered from the bin and we had to scrape the last bits off and use it.
I spent many years trying to understand why and how such things occur and why did they happen to me and never found an answer. But one day a friend said "Chris, if you can't get an answer try another question". I thought about this long and hard and wondered how can you rephrase it? I then thought "Well why not me? and as I sought to answer that one I began to realise that all those experiences are what made and shaped me. For sure I would never want to repeat them but I take great pride in being me and would never want to be anyone else :-)
My Gramma Esther Brown was born in Barnsley on 13 September in the 1890s and married my Grandad, Harry Hutchinson on 9 June 1919 in St Johns Church, Duke Street, Barnsley. This is her recipe for Coconut Cake
5oz Margarine
3 eggs
4oz Coconut
8oz Self Raisin Flour
3 tablespoons of Milk
Cream together the margarine and sugar
Add the eggs
Add the coconut and flour
Add milk
Grease and line a 2lb loaf tin and bake in the middle of the oven 160-180C Gas Mark 3 for 45-50 minutes
Serve with love and enjoy

Saturday, 14 June 2008

Awards and Foxgloves

I was made so happy today when I was reading Kerrie's Blog to read that she had been offered an Award for "sharing beauty, love and joy" . Imagine my delight to read on and find out that she in turn had Awarded one to me. I was deeply touched , especially after receiving sad news today. Kathleen, my cousin Ken's wife passed away after a long battle with cancer. She was a lovely person, so gentle and kind and my heart goes out to Ken and his family. Times like this make us realise how privileged we are to know so many beautiful people.
I am quite new myself to Blogging and to be honest all the other blogs I read are also beaders. Here are my nominations for the Award in no specific order:
  • Beads by Angie- I love Angie's work and she was soooooo helpful when I was struggling to add a slideshow here
  • Beadangles Jewellery - I have met Alison a couple of times at UK Beaders' get togethers. Her blog is always interesting and her snippets on wildlife are lovely .
  • Coburg Crafts - Lesley's blog is always a good read and I aspire to take pictures as good as she does
  • Gemwaith Nia - I am enjoying following the development of Nia's dairy conversion. Nia is another ace photographer too
  • and finally I have to reciprocate with Kerrie Slade whose obsession with Foxgloves has also got me seed beading !
It seems that this year foxgloves are the flowers that are all the rage and this one is truly amazing
I took this picture this afternoon when Raegan, my 9 year old Granddaughter was here. It has to be over 5 foot tall and still growing. When it started growing in the spring I was wondering what it could be as the leaves were enormous and didn't look anything like the rest of the foxgloves dotted around the back garden - the more usual sized ones are peeking in the shade behind the monster.
Last summer I gave Raegan a cutting off my Money plant and she was telling me today how it was thriving. She was a little disappointed that it wasn't yet as big as my own so I sat and had a little chat with her. I suggested that when she has children that she gives them a cutting off hers, who in turn can give a cutting to their children etc. She looked up at me and smiled at the idea .
Whether you tend a garden or not, you are the gardener of your own being, the seed of your destiny.
The Findhorn Community

Monday, 9 June 2008

Still Busy Times

It seems it is all change for me these days. Not content with re-designing the Kiamyka Site I decided to give my Reiki website a whole new look too. I've spent a week doing this and am really pleased with the results. I have added 2 new features- Affirmations and Quotes. Affirmations are positive statements to focus upon and are designed to help us be more positive about ourselves and our lives. Here is an example:
I am grateful for all the wonderful things I already have in my life and those that are yet to come
There's nothing new about the concept, we all know we should count our blessings, but so many of us spend a lot of our time thinking about what's wrong in our lives, rather than what's right in it. So, give it a go and see if the one displayed is appropriate for you. each time you visit the page or refresh the browser you will be shown a different one. Click here to try it out.

The Quotations work on a similar principal in that you get a new one each time you visit the site.
Currently there are about 100 quotes and I will add to them, but for now I need to get back to stocking the Kiamyka site.

I met up with people from the UK Beaders Forum again yesterday and had another lovely day. Celia is a lovely host and we meet at her shop, Jencel on Ecclesfield Road. Amy brought an amazing cheesecake and we were all positively drooling- it was divine! Alison of Beadangles was also there with her friend Ash and we talked beads and stuff. It is weird being on Eccleshall Rd as it brings back so many memories of when I was studying for my Masters in Sheffield. It has changed so little and I stand there half expecting to bump into people I was at Uni with. Maybe next time I will. Of course I ended up spending and plan to give seed beading a go. I love the effect of the spirals and think I can incorporate gem stones into this type of work.

Doing what you love is the cornerstone of having abundance in your life.
Wayne Dyer

Sunday, 1 June 2008

Busy times

Last month was really hectic by my standards, I can hardly believe it's June already. May was a month of taking stock of where things are right now and how I can move forward more effectively. One thing that was clear to me was this house needed a drastic tidy up. It seemed to me that each room had lost its unique function and every room was trying to be too many things. Coupled with this I realised that having our bedroom on the top floor was not ideal as going to bed, getting up in the night for the bathroom was becoming quite a chore.
So, the plan was hatched to move back to the lower floor main bedroom. This meant that I had to move the healing couch into the small bedroom and oh dear all my workshop to the massive attic room.
As you can imagine this was quite some task but to add to the enormity of it our bed had to be lowered through the window 30 or more feet down to the garden , and then carried back upstairs to the first floor - I paid a neighbour and his friend to do that part! As I write, our bedroom is all cosy, the Healing Room is a haven and the workshop in the attic is still unfinished with boxes and bags of stuff needing to be organised and put away.
We had accidents along the way and one of my favourite pictures fell off the wall, the glass smashed and damaged the picture itself too - the frame is Ok though lol.

On the jewellery front I have also bitten the bullet and signed a 6 month contract to rent a cabinet at Cawthorne Antiques. I had planned to bring back stock which is in Brevon Art Gallery in Doncaster but it seems pieces are now starting to sell , so I just replaced the stock which was there.
I have also decided to change the host where my websites are held. I am currently paying £20 a month for it and sales don't justify the outlay. I am therefore having to rebuild the site and have decided to go for a new look too. It won't be live for another week but I can show you a quick preview of how it will look - hope you like it .

Of course it will look much better when it is stocked but I have lots of background work to do editing all the files and stuff. I am getting itchy hands (rather than feet) to get creating but I have to get the workshop finished before I start again. Hopefully by tomorrow it will be all put away and tidy....ready for me to create a new mess haha.

Last week I had a visit from my friend Annette and four of her students - they all live in Liverpool . Annette wanted them to get an introduction to healing and I felt quite honoured that she chose me to do that. It was a brilliant afternoon and I feel 2 of them will seriously consider healing.
I have been reading the Diary of Anne Frank and have found it a fascinating read and rather than being a book of despair it is a book full of hope, aspirations and an amazing understanding of self. It is chock full of beautiful poignant quotes but I choose to share this one with you.
This morning, when I was sitting in front of the window and taking a long, deep look outside at God and nature, I was happy, just plain happy. .... as long as people feel that kind of happiness within themselves, the joy of nature, health and much more besides, they'll all be able to recapture that happiness.
Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there , as long as you live, to make you happy again.
Whenever you're feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day and looking outside. Not at the houses and the rooftops, but at the sky. As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that you're pure within and will find happiness once more.