The heavy gales and floods have passed, at least for now. The sun is shining brightly, birds are singing, and I am just back from a ‘New Baby’ shopping spree! My daughter is expecting a baby girl in 2 weeks and has advised me against buying anything in ‘bubble-gum pink, so I stayed obediently with beige and peppermint green, but really pretty! She also requested a new changing mat so I found a stripey Winnie-the-Pooh one, which I thought was appropriate!
My 14th grand child, and I am more excited than ever before! Now Ii have time to indulge myself in seaching for charming little bargains, for this tiny ‘New Hope’ to wear, when she does arrive in our troubled world.
…But with President Obama saying he can now only afford one war at a time, it looks like Peace is becoming an option. Perhaps by the time my grand daughter knows she’s alive, the money now wasted on wars, will be spent on building up our planet, it’s peoples and Nature’s habitat.
Will you join me in drinking a toast to this New World?
On New Year’s Eve I watched the choir of Military Wives , led by Gareth Malone, sing at the Albert Hall in the presence of the Queen.
Their song, composed and set to music by Paul Mealor is called ‘A Spotless Rose’. It was made up of messages the wives and girl friends had exchanged with their soldiers while out in Afghanistan. Sam, a mother of two, sang a beautiful solo, despite the fact she was very nervous and that her mother lay in hospital, on life-support.
‘Wherever you are, my love will keep you safe: My heart will build a bridge of light, across both time and space, Wherever you are,our hearts will beat as one. I hold you in my dreams each night, until your task is done.’
This is the first of three verses of love and committment sung by women who daily wonder if their menfolk will return from the battlefield, and, if they do, will they return in one piece, or with serious injuries? The courage of these women living their lives under the daily strain of ‘not knowing’ is amazing!
If you haven’t already bought this single CD, please do so. The music will enchant you, and you will be helping our heroes.
Probably most of you will be at home now , enjoying the spirit of Christmas with friends and family. A blog is the last thing you want to read. But for all those on your own, remembering time past, thinking of what might have been, vainly hoping things will be better in the future, ‘here’s a thing’, as American’s say, I am thinking of you!
We are all one, under the skin, and according to quantum physics, we are almost 100% space under and including that skin. Our atoms vibrate a bit faster than the table I’m sitting at to write this, so our bodies are just made up of space-containing energy… hence we are free as air. My essence is coming over the air waves to wish your essence a very happy Christmas. Do not feel alone, we are all one.
There are going to big changes in our understanding of life in 2012, and I believe the world is going to become a more loving, joyous and peaceful place.
Take heart, look to the future, and I wish you a very happy New Year
George,an academically-inclined teenager, left England to spend some time with the Amish community in Pennsylvania. During his stay he watched the some of the young men harvesting. They were laughing and joking as they worked, so George asked one of them how many bad days he had a year.The Amish lad looked puzzled. “Bad days” he said “What do you mean?” “You know,” George replied “days when you feel down and depressed. I have about two a week.” The Amish lad looked all around at the sunlit fields and blue skies and said “I love my life and my work. Happiness bubbles up from inside a person.” When pressed though, he admitted that he experienced about two ‘bad days’ a year!
The Amish view is that the more expensive possessions you own the more you want, so they stick to the simple life, in their close-knit community. Their idea of fun is barn-raising and a sing-song onSaturday nights.
Are all the rest of us missing something where happiness is concerned?
P.T.S.D. is very debilitating. It often starts after physical war wounds have healed. It can manifest as terrifying nightmares, uncontrollable rage, difficulty in settling into cilvilian/family life and depression.
In my book, ‘Clarice, her journey through life’, I describe one treatment, known as Eye Movement Desensitisation and Reprocessing, which works by mimicing REM sleep. This takes the unbearable images of the battlefield, which are deeply imprinted in the brain and changes them into harmless, unemotive memories.
There is another successful therapy, called Emotional freedom Therapy. This enables energy to flow freely through the body, moving stuck mental and physical images, then dissipating them. The memories remain but they lose their sting.
EFT was developed by Gary Craig at www.emofree.com. It combines self affirmations with tapping various energy centres on the face, upper chest and hand, along with eye movements and chanting, thus engaging, alternately, the right and left sides of the brain.The once fearful and recurrent thoughts and nightmares are rendered powerless, simply by moving them around.
Why not give it a try. It can work for any problem, but, as with any magic, it may not be the whole answer!
The Iraqi war has been officially pronounced over, by President Obama.
Thousands of innocent Iraqis dead, their country’s infrastructure destroyed, 4,500 US soldiers dead, so what was achieved?
We don’t have to look any further for a WMD, it was the war itself, and its perpetrators!
How long do we all have to stand by and watch these abominations?
Little demons can spring up quite unexpectedly from the deep recesses of our unconscious mind. This often happens just when we think we have ‘sussed out’ our lives! With everything going smoothly, we think we have put these little beasts of our past securely under lock and key. Then, when we least expect it , the demons spring out to confront us again, and our fear, despair or addiction returns to bring us down.
The trouble is, those demons were only supressed, not disarmed.
Have your inner demons ever come back to haunt you? I know mine have.
It is human Nature to want more of something that made you feel good the first time round. Initially, you take tiny amounts of the substance, then gradually, your intake becomes bigger and more frequent. Before you know what’s hit you, the substance in question becomes essential, and you are hooked!
Addiction to such things as drugs and alcohol is very disabling, but can, with help, be controlled by stopping completely. Eating, when it becomes addictive, is very different. Food, cannot be stopped,so it has to be managed.
In Clarice’s case food was her addiction. She couldn’t control her intake, which gave her an unacceptable body image, so, instead, she had to find ways to speed up the food’s elimination.
Have you ever had a problem with food?
‘Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat…’
Have you recovered from Thanksgiving yet?
Food is delicious and nourishing and necessary, but too much food can bring us down , eventually, leading to such illnesses such as diabetes and heart disease. Comfort eating can make us fat, causing our image to take a nosedive!
Perhaps we all need to choose our food more carefully, start to cook more inventively and spend a longer time enjoying eating it, rather than gobbling it down?
Fast food is tasty but unhealty.
Let the goose concentrate on getting fat, while we take time out learning how to cook healthy recipes, and then invite our friends round to share.
When was the last time you tried to cook a new dish?
“Santa, don’t cry,
This life is my choice
I fight for freedom,
I don’t ask for more,
My life is my god,
My country, my corps.”
The soldier rolled over,
And drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it,
I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still,
And we both shivered,
From the cold night’s chill.
I did not want to leave,
On that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor,
So willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over,
With a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, “Carry on, Santa,
It’s Christmas day, all is secure.”
-An excerpt written by a peace-keeping soldier