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.