Spring means one thing…change. Good change.

Spring is here.

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Yes Snow chaos in the UK.  So glad we invested in new snow boots and coats for the ever-evolving seasons to wet, wet and wet. Gregorian Monk chants have now been replaced with Led Zeppelin, The Doors and Pink Floyd.

Discovery is an enlightening experience.  If I learn something every week. I know I’m doing well. I’ve been working my kebabs off lately finishing my Reiki certificate homework, NVQ Merit work. Creating art, designing stuff for our Earth Tree Healing Projects. Attending a great course ‘Liberating The Talents’ for personal development (Thank you NHS) all helps with my career path and ambitions.

I’ve had the lurgy for a good few weeks now. So overwork, no rest working 12 days on the trot in the hospital. Wiped Claudsvilles vagazzle out. Luckily I have some great work colleagues that when the going gets tough. Sit quietly and let me snore on my lunch break. Plus some good daily banter and music is refreshing.

As one door closes day job wise another few open. Fate handed us a break. Then said. RIGHT its really time to crack on now with Earth Tree Healing. So you are gonna get a slap round the chops and no choice but to do it now!! One giant leap of faith required. A few tears and fears. Then determination. Then our cat shat on the bathroom mat, I tripped over and we both laughed so very much.

The forces of darkness are bullying the lightworkers, testing us. Faith, belief, positive mental attitude. Knowing, seeing the goal is in reach. Life is learning and tests. As the saying goes. It’s not what happens, its how you handle it.

I’ve been experiencing so very weird dreams lately. My messages come through them. The knowing of being watched and influenced has been dealt with. Our time, minds and privacy are ours again. Some people can lead you down the wrong path. Well the path they believe is our one. But actually. It’s the one they want. In reality, it was a diversion to learn a few painful lessons. My detour is at and end. I crossed over and am now ‘walking the walk’ slowly but surely on the right road.

I’m looking forward to gigs and recording with the Idolins.  & other music projects. Now my time is freed up.

I’m actually looking forward to mowing the lawn. I find it therapeutic. Even though it’s tiny. Planting our food and lots of lovely plants is going to be fun this year. I need to be surrounded by greenery. A paradise.

Working on a new art project with old guitars (Watch this space) Creating brings me so much joy.

I collected my new spectacles today to the enjoyment of Ange pissing herself at how I say spectacles!! “OOOH I CAN SEE”

Nice to have non contact lens days in the dust. Ange is sat next to me shouting and squeaking impersonations of me now cracking herself up. (OOH I love people reading over my shoulder)

We’ve been raising the vibrations of our home, cleansing, burning Anges incense. Laughter, love, harmony.

Cats Litter Drama

To put you in the Loop. Pattie our very cute rescued cat. Came to us. Just before the snow thank goodness. Having been living in a Garden with her kittens. (Rehomed too) she came with a big gash under her arm. 2 operations later. To avoid pulling her stitches. She now looks like Hannible The Cannibal for 2 weeks.
The problem… Too viscous to remove it. (Can’t blame the poor little sausage)
Our little pussy is broken. Bewildered. We keep fussing her, reassuring it won’t be long til she can go out. In order to clean. A bit of damp kitchen towel on her privates. Ange made our vet chortle out loud. After saying Pattie was a bit “down” since the cone. Ange remarked “you’d be pissed off if you couldn’t like your own fanny too”
The incidents.
Last night. I noticed what I thought was a bit if chocolate on the carpet while wandering to the kitchen. Picked it up with my fingers. Stupidly sniffed it!! Aaargh guess what? Not Cadburys. Kitty clag nugget!!
I survived that without truly vomiting and finger bleaching.

Now this morning. . I’m waiting to get home later, keeping a straight face!! Waiting for both cats to be blamed by Ange for chucking their litter all over the kitchen!

What actually happened.. One of them has poopey dooed. In the tray. Being sloppy and stinky. I thought I’d clear it up using a sandwich bag. Ange is still recovering after her surgery. She heaves more than me with Cat plop. So being the good wifey… 😉
Having collected the “sloppy Droppings” I decided to spin the bag shut. The Bag Broke!
You can imagine the whirling Dervish effect. Everywhere!! On my socks!! aaaargh. I will be honest with you. One did swear and Blaspheme loudly!! So with 1 minute to spare before I had to peg it for my bus. I grabbed chunks and splat the best I could. Bits of litter scattered. Don’t know if I got it all. I had to dash after I pebble dashed!
I know what I’m doing after I’ve confessed, After peeing myself and crying laughing after she tells me about the naughy cats!!
I’ve just rang Ange on my lunch break. To be told both Rambo and Pattie Fighting all morning. She then asked me why there was a turd on the tea towel !! Omg. Hysterical. I enquired if she’d put it in the wash. (Abuse occurred over the phone) LMAO

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