FIGHTING DISEASE WITH YOUR OWN ARMY
This blog is about how you can learn to fight off and kill nasty things in your body, like viruses and mutant cells, and you can do it yourself!
When I trained in Hypnosis, I learned that the mind could not tell the difference between something real, and something that was vividly imagined. For those who find it difficult to understand this concept, I can give you a couple of examples.
How many people have watched a film or fictional TV programme, only to find they get so involved with the story that they cry at the sad parts, feel happy when everything works out, and feel frightened or shocked at the scary parts?
How many of us have had a dream, either bad or good, that has made us react emotionally and stayed in our minds for some hours afterwards?
We rationally know that it’s only a story, and not really happening, but our mind sees the pictures as real and as such has an inbuilt protection system that triggers off the fight or flight reaction. That releases the adrenalin into the system that makes our hearts beat faster, and sends blood pumping to the muscles in our arms and legs, so that we can be ready to either fight for our lives, or run for the hills to escape. It is an inbuilt part of our anatomy and is automatic, without conscious thought. It also releases the same emotionally charged endorphins that can make us cry or laugh,
without us even thinking about it. We become so involved in the story, that we really believe it to be happening.
That is how affirmations or journey statements work for us (or against us). When we truly believe in something, whether positive or negative, our mind takes this on board, and sends messages to our body to react in a certain way.
Positive affirmations or statements, repeated every day help us to feel more positive about the things we want to change in our lives, and the negative things we tell ourselves over again, or the nasty little voice in our heads that affirms that we are too fat, ugly, or not good enough, will also have a detrimental effect to our lives as well. That is where the brilliance of the imagination can work wonders!
I used to suffer with colds and flu, like everyone does in the winter months. I hated feeling so poorly and ill, so I decided to do something about it. Now bear with me with this, and remember what I said before about the imagination.
I began to practice a visualisation method in a relaxed state, where I created an army of defenders inside my body. They normally sat on the hillside, in luxury yurts cleaning and polishing their weapons, ready to attack anything that dared to invade my body! When I got the slightest tingle in my throat or nose, I sent them out to destroy the invaders (viruses), and because it was my own creation, I gave them the best weapons there were to “kill off” the invaders, and each time they destroyed the monsters (that’s how I saw them) they split into two, and become a stronger and even more powerful army.
I use them to this day, whenever I feel under the weather. I ask them to send out a scouting party to see if a full scale alert is necessary. Then I ask them to “go to battle” and away they go.……
It is truly amazing how this really works for me. Within hours, I begin to feel much better, and the cold usually never develops, as it is zapped before it can take hold.
I visualise my army as futuristic defenders (a bit like in Star Wars). They are strong, highly intelligent, and fit looking young men that protect me from anything that tries to invade my body. In return, they get the very best pay, food, and time away to rest (in small groups). I have even assigned them helpers who have volunteered to cook, clean, and look after their every need, which they happily undertake for me.
Now you have to remember I have had this army for some years now, so they have developed and become a really powerful ally for my body. There are millions of them to attack the nasty invading germs and viruses. Incidentally, my viruses look like small black hairy monsters that are a bit like cave men with clubs and spears. No match at all for my lovely warriors ha ha!
The thing is, you can have the same powerful army within your own bodies that you have created for yourself. They can be anything you want them to be as the imagination has an endless supply of creativity for you to use. Your army will look after you, protect and keep you healthy if you are prepared to release them into your system to do their work.
I worked with lots of people suffering from illnesses that invaded their bodies, such as Lupus, Arthritis, MS, and Cancer. They agreed to give it a try, and within a few days, they began to feel better, and more positive about their future, knowing they had that help from within. Some even had positive results when they had their hospital check ups, so it really does work.
They created their own armies, and visualised their invaders as whatever they wanted to.
Some were green blobs or red aliens, others chose little devils. It matters not what you imagine them to be, or what you call them, and your army can be made of futuristic warriors like mine, or snipers, knights, or whatever you feel will do the job. It’s the results that matter most, and the more vivid your creations are, the more powerful they become.
As you begin to feel and see the results, they will become an integral part of your life. Always remember to reward them well, and thank them for their ongoing part in your health and life, and you will be surprised by the results.
Give it a try, and let me know how you get on. If you need further help with this subject, please email me at trish@energy-for-life.co.uk or inbox be privately on Facebook. I will help as much as I can.
Love, light, n laughter
Trish
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Monday, 25 February 2013
Orbs........
I am really interested in orbs. I believe them to be light beings that are just showing us that they are around. They seem to be attracted to large gatherings, especially parties and celebrations, although this is not always the case. Hubby and I went to a place called The Cave of Los Verdes in Lanzarote back in 2004. He took this photo of me as I walked through a huge cave that they used for music events, and this is how it came out.
Some people believe it is dust on the camera lense or maybe some trick of the light, and I am aware that yes, sometime it may be, but when you see two pictures that were taken within 5 seconds of each other, like the ones below which was taken at my daughter's hen night in 2009. I actually saw this drop in through the lense as I was taking it, yet it could not be seen through the naked eye.
Some people are lucky to be able to see them for real, and I am so envious of them. Mind you, if I could, then I think I would be seeing so many of them through my healing work, it would be very distracting!
Orbs are nothing to be afraid of, as I truly believe they are just another validation that we live on after death, and loved ones and angels are always with us, especially at places of gatherings. I have a few more pictures that were taken at different times, and the orbs are present in these too
I am quite happy for people to say they are digital camara anomalies, and I respect everyone's opinions about how and why orbs are formed. There is enough stuff on the internet that can tip the balance either way. Its just my belief and what I feel comfortable with, it brings me the validation I ask for, and the comfort in knowing that one day, I too will fly with the orbs when I cross over to the rainbow bridge xxx
I welcome your comments and thoughts about these pictures, and would love to see some posted on my page too xxx
I am really interested in orbs. I believe them to be light beings that are just showing us that they are around. They seem to be attracted to large gatherings, especially parties and celebrations, although this is not always the case. Hubby and I went to a place called The Cave of Los Verdes in Lanzarote back in 2004. He took this photo of me as I walked through a huge cave that they used for music events, and this is how it came out.
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| The Cave of Los Verdes in Lanzarote 2004 |
Some people believe it is dust on the camera lense or maybe some trick of the light, and I am aware that yes, sometime it may be, but when you see two pictures that were taken within 5 seconds of each other, like the ones below which was taken at my daughter's hen night in 2009. I actually saw this drop in through the lense as I was taking it, yet it could not be seen through the naked eye.
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Orbs are nothing to be afraid of, as I truly believe they are just another validation that we live on after death, and loved ones and angels are always with us, especially at places of gatherings. I have a few more pictures that were taken at different times, and the orbs are present in these too
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| Rock Choir Rehearsing for a charity concert 2012 CNS |
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| More Orbs at the Rehearsal |
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| Hen Night Orbs |
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| Taken at a Charity night gig |
I am quite happy for people to say they are digital camara anomalies, and I respect everyone's opinions about how and why orbs are formed. There is enough stuff on the internet that can tip the balance either way. Its just my belief and what I feel comfortable with, it brings me the validation I ask for, and the comfort in knowing that one day, I too will fly with the orbs when I cross over to the rainbow bridge xxx
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| A picture of the Blue Moon with lovely moving orb |
I welcome your comments and thoughts about these pictures, and would love to see some posted on my page too xxx
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Angels.
I just had to write this story about how I became friends with my angels. People who know me know I am just a regular person ( a bit silly but fairly down to earth). I do not follow any particular religion and am logged as a Jedi on the British census, something I did as a joke but then so did thousands of others, so now is known as a religion!
So there you have me, a spiritual person, energy worker and healer, lover of creatures and nature, and obsessed with crystals and fairies (and singing with the Rock Choir)
I have always believed in fairies, and as a small child would spend hours in the garden looking for a glimpse of light, and conversing with them.
I consciously became a healing therapist way back in 1996, after spending hours of training to be a hypnotherapist (and loadsa money lol) To be fair, I did enjoy my work as a hypnotherapist but felt the need to do something different, more spiritual, with less paperwork!
I realised that I could feel energy through my hands and pass this energy to others, when I attended a healing workshop. I had found my niche! I started out at spiritual fairs in and around Dartford, gaining experience by having a seat in the corner of the room, offering healing for people who were passing time waiting for their readings.
I soon gained confidence and insight, and after completing my Reiki training, worked from home, first off in the conservatory, then eventually in one of the bedrooms. Here I would hold donation healing clinics where people could come and experience healing, and I would not have to ask for a fee (something I have always had a problem with). I loved this work, and within 2 years, I had quite a following. The donations allowed me to undertake further workshops to gain more "tools" for my "toolbox".
In 2000, we decided to "escape to the country" and moved to the Yorkshire Dales. Off we went with dreams of me having a healing room built in the very large garden that we bought with Rose Cottage.
Whereas in Kent, I was pretty well known and trusted, in a rural farming village I was not known and the more down to earth Yorkshire folk whom I love dearly were not really into "all this ere ealing stuff tha likes" (Oh dear I am digressing again, sorry)
Angels....Oh yes... I find myself now living on the Norfolk Broads, back into healing in a big way, and doing lots of guidance and energy work, at home in my little healing room, at events, and actually a great deal of my work, over the internet via Facebook.
About this time last year, I got into a discussion in a closed group on Facebook about Angels. I said that I wasn't really into angels as they were attached to religion and the bible, and god, and I wasn't religious. Poor angels!! Well I was informed by a very special lady (thanks Margaret West) that angels were indeed light beings, not attached to any particular religion, and solely there to help us mortals in need. They are there for us whatever religion we are (or not), whatever we have done in the past, whatever our beliefs are, and totally non judgemental. Just to guide and help us along life's bumpy highway if we should just ask for their help. Apparently they cannot intervene on their own in times of need, unless it becomes life threatening I think.(Margaret, you can correct me if I am wrong on this one) We have to ask for their help, and then they are always there for us. They do keep watch over every ones of us, but we need to acknowledge them, and ask for their guidance, for them to be able to connect to us.
I began to open myself up to the angelic realm, and found that they were indeed there for me (and have been all along). I now fully embrace them and they help me with my guidance and energy work, and I am so blessed to have found them at last. I have a guardian angel called Emarulde, who is with me always, and am also very humbled to have Archangel Michael who works with me on a daily basis.
As I work through the Ascension and the raising of vibrations, which for me, began last year, I continue to become more aware of people in need, and am guided to connect with them and channel healing and positive energy to help them.
I am convinced that the angel's guidance help me, and give me the energy and insight to continue with the work that I love so much, and I will forever be blessed by their love and presence.
Namaste x
I just had to write this story about how I became friends with my angels. People who know me know I am just a regular person ( a bit silly but fairly down to earth). I do not follow any particular religion and am logged as a Jedi on the British census, something I did as a joke but then so did thousands of others, so now is known as a religion!
So there you have me, a spiritual person, energy worker and healer, lover of creatures and nature, and obsessed with crystals and fairies (and singing with the Rock Choir)
I have always believed in fairies, and as a small child would spend hours in the garden looking for a glimpse of light, and conversing with them.
I consciously became a healing therapist way back in 1996, after spending hours of training to be a hypnotherapist (and loadsa money lol) To be fair, I did enjoy my work as a hypnotherapist but felt the need to do something different, more spiritual, with less paperwork!
I realised that I could feel energy through my hands and pass this energy to others, when I attended a healing workshop. I had found my niche! I started out at spiritual fairs in and around Dartford, gaining experience by having a seat in the corner of the room, offering healing for people who were passing time waiting for their readings.
I soon gained confidence and insight, and after completing my Reiki training, worked from home, first off in the conservatory, then eventually in one of the bedrooms. Here I would hold donation healing clinics where people could come and experience healing, and I would not have to ask for a fee (something I have always had a problem with). I loved this work, and within 2 years, I had quite a following. The donations allowed me to undertake further workshops to gain more "tools" for my "toolbox".
In 2000, we decided to "escape to the country" and moved to the Yorkshire Dales. Off we went with dreams of me having a healing room built in the very large garden that we bought with Rose Cottage.
Whereas in Kent, I was pretty well known and trusted, in a rural farming village I was not known and the more down to earth Yorkshire folk whom I love dearly were not really into "all this ere ealing stuff tha likes" (Oh dear I am digressing again, sorry)
Angels....Oh yes... I find myself now living on the Norfolk Broads, back into healing in a big way, and doing lots of guidance and energy work, at home in my little healing room, at events, and actually a great deal of my work, over the internet via Facebook.
About this time last year, I got into a discussion in a closed group on Facebook about Angels. I said that I wasn't really into angels as they were attached to religion and the bible, and god, and I wasn't religious. Poor angels!! Well I was informed by a very special lady (thanks Margaret West) that angels were indeed light beings, not attached to any particular religion, and solely there to help us mortals in need. They are there for us whatever religion we are (or not), whatever we have done in the past, whatever our beliefs are, and totally non judgemental. Just to guide and help us along life's bumpy highway if we should just ask for their help. Apparently they cannot intervene on their own in times of need, unless it becomes life threatening I think.(Margaret, you can correct me if I am wrong on this one) We have to ask for their help, and then they are always there for us. They do keep watch over every ones of us, but we need to acknowledge them, and ask for their guidance, for them to be able to connect to us.
I began to open myself up to the angelic realm, and found that they were indeed there for me (and have been all along). I now fully embrace them and they help me with my guidance and energy work, and I am so blessed to have found them at last. I have a guardian angel called Emarulde, who is with me always, and am also very humbled to have Archangel Michael who works with me on a daily basis.
As I work through the Ascension and the raising of vibrations, which for me, began last year, I continue to become more aware of people in need, and am guided to connect with them and channel healing and positive energy to help them.
I am convinced that the angel's guidance help me, and give me the energy and insight to continue with the work that I love so much, and I will forever be blessed by their love and presence.
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| A little poem about Angels by me xx |
Friday, 15 February 2013
Random Acts of Love ~ 14 February 2013
I just had to tell you all about what I, and over a thousand others acomplished yesterday.
A Facebook group called Random Acts of Love, thought up by Lucy Axton & Kristen Clark thought it would be a lovely idea to create an event, to brighten up people's days by randomly leaving small gifts, notes and cards in strategic places all over the country on Valentines Day.
Attached to them were little notes, informing the people that they had been chosen to receive a random act of love, and for them to please pay the love forward, or pass the love on, to whoever they met. (I don't think they realised just how big it was going to get lol)
Some gifts were hand made little hearts and cards, others were little purchased gifts. Some of us baked while others sewed and created; but everything was done with love!
I filled organza bags with a couple of Rose Quartz tumblestones, a Green Moss Agate heart, a little red metal heart, and a couple of stuffed patchwork hearts I found at my local garden centre.
I should have stopped there really but I got so excited by this idea, I bought a few packs of fizzy Love Hearts, and a couple of packs of chocolate hearts as well. I ended up with 14 little love gifts, their little notes attached, all ready to take to Norwich where I was to randomly place for people to find.
I awoke to galeforce winds and lashing rain against my windows, but was that going to put me off? No it wasn't!, I was determined to go whatever the weather! Just getting ready for the off when i got a text from hubby telling me that there were no trains into Norwich from Lowestoft and Yarmouth due to flooding at Brundall Gardens. I really felt downheartened by this, having no other way to get there. I checked the live departures website and it said trains were running. I thought I would go to the station anyway, having a back up from a lovely friend who said she would come and pick me up if the trains were cancelled (Thanks Sam) I walked to the station and felt the rain and winds easing a little, and to my delight, the trains were running, albeit a bit slow, andI could get to Norwich after all.
I left my first gift undercover inside the waiting area. Afew minutes later, a couple came along and went in there only to walk past and ignore the gift as if it was invisible. It dawned on me then, that this was not going to be such an easy task as I had first thought. Maybe we as a nation find it hard to accept gifts from strangers, and that we are not worthy of such things. Just a thought.
We all boarded the train and headed off to Norwich. I left a gift on the seat as I left the train (that was easy as I was the last one off)
I left my third gift in the coffee bar on a table and headed to Riverside. By this time the rain had stopped so walking was a lot easier. I wandered around the shops but realised that I couldn't really leave them inside the shops for fear of the people finding them being accused of shoplifting, so had a re-think.
My next gift drop was in Argos, beside the browsing section, and then off for a well earned coffee and a bite to eat in Costa Coffee. I left the little green crystal heart on a table as I walked past, got my lunch and lovely mocha, and sat down where i could see the reaction of people.
Some people gave it a glance and sat at another table, others picked it up and read the label, then placed it back on the table. Not quite the reaction I was expecting. Eventually someone sat at the table and I hope, accepted my little gift in the spirit it was meant. I left another gift on the table where I had sat and quietly left.
Off to Morrisons to get some shopping, I left one gift on the free taxi phone, and another in the shopping trolly park in an empty trolly. Just as I was leaving, I saw a lovely bicycle with a basket on the front. The basket had been decorated with lovely little pink roses and was crying out for a gift to be left there, so I obliged lol. That is when the sun came out as well.
On my walk back to the station, I left a gift on the car park ticket station machine, and one in the station's ladies loo, by the soap dispenser.
Having three little gifts left, I boarded the train and left a packet of chocolate hearts on the table to the right of me.
Settling in my seat, I was feeling very happy with what I had acomplished. A young girl came along and sat at the table with the gift on; she asked if she was on the right train, and I said yes (as it happened we were both on the wrong train, but that is a different story lol) She kept looking at the gift on the table beside her, while i was secretly willing her to pick it up, My covert powers of persuasion must have worked because she picked it up, looked at me and read the label out loud to me, finishing up with "do you think I can trust these chocolates?" I replied that of course she could, and what a lovely gesture that was. Totally out of the blue, she asked if I would like a chocolate heart and I was overjoyed that she wanted to share them with me.She told me that she did not have a valentine this year, so this had made her feel loved and very happy. It was then that the announcement came that we were all on the wrong train, so all had to move to the one in front.
The girl sat a few seats up from me, and when the ticket man came round, she shared a heart with him, telling him her story and making him smile too. I must admit it made my trip to Norwich very worthwhile, and i felt all warm and fuzzy inside. As I left the train, I left a gift tied to the driver's door, and my last one on a seat on the platform. I looked across to see if the first gift had been taken, and was pleased to see it had gone.
When I got home and logged on, I read all about other people's stories of their random acts of love, and I felt so blessed to have been part of this lovely gesture of kindness.
This morning, I saw a post on the group's page that someone had found my gift left in Argos, and that made me smile all over again.
A Facebook group called Random Acts of Love, thought up by Lucy Axton & Kristen Clark thought it would be a lovely idea to create an event, to brighten up people's days by randomly leaving small gifts, notes and cards in strategic places all over the country on Valentines Day.
Attached to them were little notes, informing the people that they had been chosen to receive a random act of love, and for them to please pay the love forward, or pass the love on, to whoever they met. (I don't think they realised just how big it was going to get lol)
Some gifts were hand made little hearts and cards, others were little purchased gifts. Some of us baked while others sewed and created; but everything was done with love!
I filled organza bags with a couple of Rose Quartz tumblestones, a Green Moss Agate heart, a little red metal heart, and a couple of stuffed patchwork hearts I found at my local garden centre.
I should have stopped there really but I got so excited by this idea, I bought a few packs of fizzy Love Hearts, and a couple of packs of chocolate hearts as well. I ended up with 14 little love gifts, their little notes attached, all ready to take to Norwich where I was to randomly place for people to find.
I awoke to galeforce winds and lashing rain against my windows, but was that going to put me off? No it wasn't!, I was determined to go whatever the weather! Just getting ready for the off when i got a text from hubby telling me that there were no trains into Norwich from Lowestoft and Yarmouth due to flooding at Brundall Gardens. I really felt downheartened by this, having no other way to get there. I checked the live departures website and it said trains were running. I thought I would go to the station anyway, having a back up from a lovely friend who said she would come and pick me up if the trains were cancelled (Thanks Sam) I walked to the station and felt the rain and winds easing a little, and to my delight, the trains were running, albeit a bit slow, andI could get to Norwich after all.
I left my first gift undercover inside the waiting area. Afew minutes later, a couple came along and went in there only to walk past and ignore the gift as if it was invisible. It dawned on me then, that this was not going to be such an easy task as I had first thought. Maybe we as a nation find it hard to accept gifts from strangers, and that we are not worthy of such things. Just a thought.
We all boarded the train and headed off to Norwich. I left a gift on the seat as I left the train (that was easy as I was the last one off)
I left my third gift in the coffee bar on a table and headed to Riverside. By this time the rain had stopped so walking was a lot easier. I wandered around the shops but realised that I couldn't really leave them inside the shops for fear of the people finding them being accused of shoplifting, so had a re-think.
My next gift drop was in Argos, beside the browsing section, and then off for a well earned coffee and a bite to eat in Costa Coffee. I left the little green crystal heart on a table as I walked past, got my lunch and lovely mocha, and sat down where i could see the reaction of people.
Some people gave it a glance and sat at another table, others picked it up and read the label, then placed it back on the table. Not quite the reaction I was expecting. Eventually someone sat at the table and I hope, accepted my little gift in the spirit it was meant. I left another gift on the table where I had sat and quietly left.
Off to Morrisons to get some shopping, I left one gift on the free taxi phone, and another in the shopping trolly park in an empty trolly. Just as I was leaving, I saw a lovely bicycle with a basket on the front. The basket had been decorated with lovely little pink roses and was crying out for a gift to be left there, so I obliged lol. That is when the sun came out as well.
On my walk back to the station, I left a gift on the car park ticket station machine, and one in the station's ladies loo, by the soap dispenser.
Having three little gifts left, I boarded the train and left a packet of chocolate hearts on the table to the right of me.
Settling in my seat, I was feeling very happy with what I had acomplished. A young girl came along and sat at the table with the gift on; she asked if she was on the right train, and I said yes (as it happened we were both on the wrong train, but that is a different story lol) She kept looking at the gift on the table beside her, while i was secretly willing her to pick it up, My covert powers of persuasion must have worked because she picked it up, looked at me and read the label out loud to me, finishing up with "do you think I can trust these chocolates?" I replied that of course she could, and what a lovely gesture that was. Totally out of the blue, she asked if I would like a chocolate heart and I was overjoyed that she wanted to share them with me.She told me that she did not have a valentine this year, so this had made her feel loved and very happy. It was then that the announcement came that we were all on the wrong train, so all had to move to the one in front.
The girl sat a few seats up from me, and when the ticket man came round, she shared a heart with him, telling him her story and making him smile too. I must admit it made my trip to Norwich very worthwhile, and i felt all warm and fuzzy inside. As I left the train, I left a gift tied to the driver's door, and my last one on a seat on the platform. I looked across to see if the first gift had been taken, and was pleased to see it had gone.
When I got home and logged on, I read all about other people's stories of their random acts of love, and I felt so blessed to have been part of this lovely gesture of kindness.
This morning, I saw a post on the group's page that someone had found my gift left in Argos, and that made me smile all over again.
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| These are my Random Acts of Love - Distributed around Norwich Station & Riverside A little poem for the blog  |
Thursday, 7 February 2013
A Shining Torch To Light Your Pathway
Hello there lovely friends. I awoke this morning to see the snowflakes falling again. I had just caught up with the Countryfile programme as it had been filmed in my beloved Yorkshire Dales, and they were expressing their concerns about how the poor farmers were going to cope with yet another bad year (weatherwise).
As I came down the stairs the sun came out and although it was still snowing hard, the sunlight sparkled on the laying snow, and lifted my spirits. As I write this blog, most of the snow has now melted and I look forward to a chilly, but sunny morning.
Its very hard to see the sunny side of life when dark clouds hang over us, and everywhere we look its all doom and gloom. But amongst all the darkness, a little ray of hope shines through, just when we think its never going to end.
I have a theory that if we can pick out something positive, when all around us seems negative (like a torch pick outs objects in a darkened room), we can begin to build on this, spread the light, and start to work towards a positive outlook in our own lives.
Take today for instance, a dark, cold, wet, and snowy start to the day, and one small ray of sunshine made all the difference, and before long, the snow melted and the sun was shining out and making everything look bright again.
It is a well known fact the January and February can be the most depressing month's of the year. Heating and Christmas present bills all coming in, the weather at its worst, and the nights seem to drag on forever. But January marks the start of a new year, with more opportunities to be created, and ideas to be formed. February brings love in the air (and not just for the birds and bees) and the days are also becoming longer, and the nights shorter. Nature is stirring and the garden is starting to show its colour once again, with its pure white snowdrops, colourful crocus, and bright yellow daffodills all pushing their way upwards towards the sun.
I believe there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, and I am always here at the other end of a keyboard lol, or phone, to offer guidance and love to you x
As I came down the stairs the sun came out and although it was still snowing hard, the sunlight sparkled on the laying snow, and lifted my spirits. As I write this blog, most of the snow has now melted and I look forward to a chilly, but sunny morning.
Its very hard to see the sunny side of life when dark clouds hang over us, and everywhere we look its all doom and gloom. But amongst all the darkness, a little ray of hope shines through, just when we think its never going to end.
I have a theory that if we can pick out something positive, when all around us seems negative (like a torch pick outs objects in a darkened room), we can begin to build on this, spread the light, and start to work towards a positive outlook in our own lives.
Take today for instance, a dark, cold, wet, and snowy start to the day, and one small ray of sunshine made all the difference, and before long, the snow melted and the sun was shining out and making everything look bright again.
It is a well known fact the January and February can be the most depressing month's of the year. Heating and Christmas present bills all coming in, the weather at its worst, and the nights seem to drag on forever. But January marks the start of a new year, with more opportunities to be created, and ideas to be formed. February brings love in the air (and not just for the birds and bees) and the days are also becoming longer, and the nights shorter. Nature is stirring and the garden is starting to show its colour once again, with its pure white snowdrops, colourful crocus, and bright yellow daffodills all pushing their way upwards towards the sun.
I believe there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, and I am always here at the other end of a keyboard lol, or phone, to offer guidance and love to you x
Monday, 4 February 2013
Spring is Sprung
I decided that it would be nice to take the doggies out for a walk in the sunshine. So dressed up in my weatherproof coat and wellies we go through the ritual of the dogs going berserk whilst I am trying to put their leads on, making sure I have enough "poo bags", and making sure the camera is not about to run out of batteries, which has happened in the past, usually just when I find the best photo in the world!
All set, we eagerly make off up the lanes and onto the field beyond. The farmers get an incentive payment for cutting the grass around the edges of the fields, I think it has something to do with the flora and forna and to help the wildlife. It is also a fantastic place to let the dogs run, and for me (puffing) to keep up, whilst dodging other people's dog poo (something I really hate). As we turn the first corner, I can see my little demons about 1/4 mile ahead. The little one "Maggie" is never too far away, as she is very insecure and thinks I may just disappear into a puff of smoke. The other two could not give a fig, and although are supposed to be ageing pensioners in the dog world, find it very easy to run just out of shouting distance. By the time I have caught up with them, shouting at the top of my voice,puffing and panting, "Jess" my 14 year old has rolled in the most smelliest of fox poo! "Spud" thinks it is great fun to scrape his back legs in the grass and flick clumps of it behind him, that fly high in the air and land on me and my coat.
So much for my taking some spring photos as the chilly wind gets up and I decide to head for home. I am sure I can feel a few spits of sleet on my cheeks, so putting up my hood we walk back up the lane towards the house. And there I spy it! Peeking out of the hedgerow amongst the ivy and leaves, a tiny delicate Aconite plant, very bright and yellow. I must take one picture to post on my blog, so putting the dog leads down and stepping on them with my right welly to stop the dogs pulling the camera and making it shake, I bend, camera poised, and snap!! I have a lovely spring picture to show that indeed, Spring has Sprung. This is just about the time a gust of wind blows and the camera slips out of my hand and falls onto the roadside with a crash. I gingerly picked it up and turn off the power, but the lense wont shut fully. I poke it a bit, and its little eye partially closes like "Johnny Five" in "Close Circuit", when he is beaten up by the nasty man from the bank. I shove it in my pocket and get home as soon as possible, thinking about all sorts of costly repairs or even a new camera. The dogs by now, have their tales between their legs, knowing their walk is almost at an end. Funny that, as on the way out, they were pulling me all the way along this very same lane. Now, sulking they walk beside and behind me, and all I want to do is get home, warm up and give my poor camera some love.
Arriving back home, I have to close the child gate to lock the dogs in the kitchen, whilst I fill the sink with warm water squirted with a dollop of dog shampoo. I tell hubby that I dropped the camera, and he looks poor "Johnny Five" over. I am sure my man has something magical in his hands, as "hey presto", Johnny's little eye gives a blink, closes, then opens up good as new.
So smelly dogs bathed and dried, cuppa in hand, I sit down to write this blog, which was supposed to be about, spring, and flowers.........Baah.
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All set, we eagerly make off up the lanes and onto the field beyond. The farmers get an incentive payment for cutting the grass around the edges of the fields, I think it has something to do with the flora and forna and to help the wildlife. It is also a fantastic place to let the dogs run, and for me (puffing) to keep up, whilst dodging other people's dog poo (something I really hate). As we turn the first corner, I can see my little demons about 1/4 mile ahead. The little one "Maggie" is never too far away, as she is very insecure and thinks I may just disappear into a puff of smoke. The other two could not give a fig, and although are supposed to be ageing pensioners in the dog world, find it very easy to run just out of shouting distance. By the time I have caught up with them, shouting at the top of my voice,puffing and panting, "Jess" my 14 year old has rolled in the most smelliest of fox poo! "Spud" thinks it is great fun to scrape his back legs in the grass and flick clumps of it behind him, that fly high in the air and land on me and my coat.
So much for my taking some spring photos as the chilly wind gets up and I decide to head for home. I am sure I can feel a few spits of sleet on my cheeks, so putting up my hood we walk back up the lane towards the house. And there I spy it! Peeking out of the hedgerow amongst the ivy and leaves, a tiny delicate Aconite plant, very bright and yellow. I must take one picture to post on my blog, so putting the dog leads down and stepping on them with my right welly to stop the dogs pulling the camera and making it shake, I bend, camera poised, and snap!! I have a lovely spring picture to show that indeed, Spring has Sprung. This is just about the time a gust of wind blows and the camera slips out of my hand and falls onto the roadside with a crash. I gingerly picked it up and turn off the power, but the lense wont shut fully. I poke it a bit, and its little eye partially closes like "Johnny Five" in "Close Circuit", when he is beaten up by the nasty man from the bank. I shove it in my pocket and get home as soon as possible, thinking about all sorts of costly repairs or even a new camera. The dogs by now, have their tales between their legs, knowing their walk is almost at an end. Funny that, as on the way out, they were pulling me all the way along this very same lane. Now, sulking they walk beside and behind me, and all I want to do is get home, warm up and give my poor camera some love.
Arriving back home, I have to close the child gate to lock the dogs in the kitchen, whilst I fill the sink with warm water squirted with a dollop of dog shampoo. I tell hubby that I dropped the camera, and he looks poor "Johnny Five" over. I am sure my man has something magical in his hands, as "hey presto", Johnny's little eye gives a blink, closes, then opens up good as new.
So smelly dogs bathed and dried, cuppa in hand, I sit down to write this blog, which was supposed to be about, spring, and flowers.........Baah.
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Spring is Sprung (ish)
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