Day 145..........Sometimes I wonder why I am bothering.
3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.
Last night I went to bed wondering why I am Blogging at all. My life has little going on in it, at the moment and I am sure that some days it reads like a Bank Statement, or maybe not even that exciting plus, who wants to actually know most of the stuff that I write anyway?
Just a hiccup? Who knows. Here I am writing about potentially giving up writing and shaking my head in the process.
I have been reliably informed that my grammer and spelling need proof-read and that irritated me because I don't like to re-read my stuff. I know that the keypad does not always pick up my finger-pressure, the laptop wants to spell in American English and I ought to wear my glasses when I type the blog on my phone but I don't really care whether anyone is judging my presentation.......or do I?
Big sigh, concluding that I must, otherwise I wouldn't be mentioning it. Maybe it's just something to type?
Boy, I wish that I could stop sighing. Smile Linsey, it is only grammer after all.
Yesterday will distract me :-)
I had a lovely visit with Ross and I do so love getting all his stuff put away neatly. We sat in the wee library for our coffee and I asked him about books and cars and we then talked about Bach remedies of all things. I made him laugh, telling him my little stories of how I know when I need certain remedies (I think this feeling I have this morning needs Gentian) and he gave me a 'tutorial' on how to do cold-calling. He is such a lovely learned man.
There is a Burns supper on Sunday afternoon that I may pop up to enjoy with him. We shall see what Sunday brings. I don't even know if he'll be there because he often goes to church and then out for brunch on a Sunday.
My wee lady was in her usual spot and I gave her the duplicate of a Scottish postcard that I have. She laughed a couple of times and seemed to remember who I was. I told her that every time she looked at the card she was to remember to 'breath'. I had gone out twenty minutes early, to get there sharp to talk to her but I just missed the bus and ended up sitting for that time, getting a cold bum. Silver-lining was that I did my meditation whilst waiting.
It was very icy and I almost lost my gravity-pull at one point. I had on my trainers and wished that I had worn my hiking boots, for both warmth and tread.
After some lunch and housework when I got home, I went around the corner to meet the girl who runs the health shop for a coffee. Her treat, which made the wonderful chat we shared even better. We talked about lots of things and have similar spiritual beliefs which always makes for great conversation. Like me, she would love to open a healing centre and has thousands of ideas in her head. Like me, she needs to pick which one to start with. But to materialise, projects have to thought up somewhere, right? So, why not in my head?
My Wild Oat and Sleranthus are not working as quickly as I want them to. (probably need to add something for my impatience into that mix-lol) I want crystal clarity about my direction and it is still clogged with too many notions of what I can do. It feels exactly the same as when I was in Edinburgh and ended up doing several different things whilst waiting for the 'lightbulb-moment', which never came.
Andrew came for dinner last night and left a present of a big black mark on my staircase wall. Not his fault, he slipped coming down the stairs whilst bringing down the chair from my room. Luckily, he seemed not to hurt himself despite the loudness of the thud which sent me running to the hall. I got him to squirt some rescue remedy into his mouth, to help with the fright, if nothng else. My attempt to remove previously mentioned black mark follows this blog.
Andrew and I Skyped with Bill, when the girls disappeared to get Ali some Starbucks hot chocolate, half way through us watching Peter Pan (yes, we are all very young at heart) The conversation ended up being a bit of a discussion/debate about our future plans and caused some tension across the wavelengths. The time is looming when we will have to make decisions about whether to sell Mountacastle or not. Looking at options, for the next couple of years, it seems to make the most sense and yet us girls are resisting. More on this subject will likely follow at some point....but not today.
Andrew was later in leaving than I think he'd planned (due to the longer-than-planned skype) but he left happily, with his small haul of Thorntons toffee.
Even though I went to bed in a discouraged state, I still did my 10 finger gratitude exercise easily and now that I have taken some Gentian, it's onwards and upwards and the writing will continue........for now.
Much Love,
Lxxx
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