We made it through the rain

‘This adventure we call life’

Another year goes by, with it’s twists and turns, and ups and downs. How has it been for you? What did you learn about yourself? Did you triumph over adversity? Did you crash and burn, only to rise from the ashes? Did you find that part of you that you felt was missing? Or did you find out who has your back, and who you can count on?

Life, what is this life we have been given. We never know do we – what lies ahead, what is to come. That is probably a good thing. We have to let each day unfold, in this adventure we call life. It is not easy living everyday, but live we must.

What gets me through each day is gratitude. Being grateful for all I have, and not focusing on what I don’t have. I think about the joy and the love I have in my life, I don’t focus on the pain and the loss. I am but a very simple girl at heart. I don’t have big wants and desires. With me less is more. I love the simple things in life, nature, walking and talking, special friends, my son and my two granddaughters.

2019 has been an amazing year. As I sit in my wicker chair next to my wood burner, mug of tea in hand, I think about all that has gone before this year. What I have achieved, what needs work, and what is still left to do. I took up painting – which still amazes me. I started this Blog – which I love. I met someone very special. A new granddaughter was born this year. And new spiritual truths continue to be revealed to me. So a real year of transformation and change for me.

We made it through the rain. Somehow we survive, we flourish and we carry on to another year, another adventure of life. What’s in store for 2020 – who knows, but, you can be sure it will be full of promise, challenges and love. Here’s to the next instalment of life…….

When Families Fall Apart……

‘Love Liberates’

Christmas is supposed to be a time of joy and togetherness for families, but the sad reality is for a lot of families it is a time of conflict. Differing beliefs, egos, ideas, opinions, all of us jostling for position, to matter, to be heard, can all cause family conflict.

We can put status, and affluence above simple love and family ties. Instead of seeing each other as individuals, each with our own strengths, weaknesses, issues and fears, we expect everyone to live up to our own ideals and ideologies. We forget that we are all different just doing our best, trying to make our way in the world, and make sense of it all.

Our differences in our personalities, our belief systems, our desires, and wants for our own lives, is what brings variety and growth for each of us. Differences in each other can allow us to see things in a new light, which we may not have seen before. We are not all meant to be the same, but we come here for the common good of each other – if only we could see that.

We are all responsible for the way we behave. Only each individual can control their conduct, their thoughts and their behaviour. Love is the core of everything. We are only here to love each other, be respectful, show compassion, and be kind to one another. Everything else is just smoke and mirrors – the layers of self that need to be shed.

It is not that we don’t have a strong family foundation to begin with. It’s just the differences and belief systems are outweighing that very foundation. We must learn to respect each other’s beliefs and life choices, and not to impose our beliefs and life choices on anyone else. It is not acceptable to believe that we are right, and they are wrong.

When families fall apart, ask yourself, what is important, what really matters. Is it our ego self, or is it the basic concept of love and togetherness, and the sharing of each other’s lives, regardless of anything else that really has no substance or merit. The way back to harmony for any family is to love, accept, respect, and not to judge each other. Only then can a family truly heal.

Being an Energy Healer

‘When I am my authentic self, my world makes sense’

I believe I was born a Healer, it is definitely my life purpose, my reason for being born on this earth at this time. To bring sunshine and light into the world, and raise the consciousness of others. I can see now, how being that little girl of 4 years of age, who used to sneak out of the house, and go ‘walking and talking’, knew what she was doing and why she was here. She was full of light and purpose, and that is when it all began.

Being an Energy Healer, is not about self, but about being of service to others. To be a channel of loving healing energy. To be a trusted friend, a confidant, and above all to be authentic, honest and true.

I think there is often a misconception about what an Energy Healer, can and can’t do. We do not and cannot heal. We act as channels, that allows loving healing energy to flow through our bodies, and then we pass that energy onto our clients, by using our hands, on or above their body, and our minds. We are the messengers not the message. Once the client receives the energy from the Healer, our jobs as Healers is complete. The clients body decides, along with God/The Universe, or whatever you may wish to call the Life Force Energy, what to do with the loving healing energy, and where in the body that energy goes.

When I am preparing for a healing session with a client. I set an intention that I wish to be the best possible channel to receive the healing energy, and that I may pass it onto my client, in a loving and respectful way. I call in my guides and healing energies. And I ask that my healing space is surrounded and bathed in protection and love. I also ask if the guides and the passed love ones of the person who is going to be having a healing session, wish to assist me.

When the session begins, my client will lay fully clothed on a massage type table, and I cover them with a blanket, if they wish. It is always my intention that my client feels comfortable and safe. I am a Healer that is very intuitive, and empathetic, and I receive guidance that is clear and precise. No two healing sessions are alike. The healing session is geared around the individual and what they need. Although I completed my Reiki 1 and Reiki 2 training many years ago. The energy that I channel now, is via my guides and energies of light. The Reiki healing training was a stepping stone to the Healer that I am now. And when you really think about it, Reiki is just a word, the healing energies come from God/The Universe, or whatever you identify as Life Force Energy.

A healing session really is a beautiful experience. We all have, busy lives, so it is a wonderful stress reliever. It promotes and aids healing in your body. It can also create a really moving and spiritual experience, where you connect to yourself and the universe. And generally it promotes a sense of well being.

I am always guided by spirit to which part of my clients body they want me to work on. I don’t have any set routine. Spirit guides me and I respond. I also feel the energies that are working with me, and I find that very comforting to know that I/we are not alone. The session generally lasts about an hour, but I don’t clock watch. The client is given the time they need. And I have found that clients really appreciate not being rushed. Generally energy healing and counselling, go hand in hand. When clients come to see me for a healing session, they always want to chat, about their lives and the difficulties they are having. So most healing sessions have both elements, a healing session and counselling.

Although most of my healing sessions are conducted in a healing space, many times they can happen when I am out and about. Guidance can come to me from spirit, at different times and in different settings. I could be out walking in nature, and I am called to comfort someone who has lost their dog. I have been on a ferry travelling, when I have been asked to give a healing session to a lady suffering from Multiple Sclerosis. That was very interesting, finding the Captain of the ship, and explaining to him why I needed a cabin, so that I could conduct a healing session for this lady. I have also been called upon to help a man, again on a ferry, to help him with his life purpose. Life as an Energy Healer is never dull. It is extremely rewarding, and I always feel privileged to be of service to others. Part of being an Energy Healer has meant that I have also learnt to embrace my uniqueness and difference.

From the beginning – Part 3

‘If I open my eyes to the Truth, all I will see is the Truth’

My Dad, and Me, with Ben

A few weeks before Kieran and I moved to Keswick, I went up there for a few days to secure a job and somewhere for us to live. Keswick is a place where long term accommodation isn’t so easy to find. So I decided to find accommodation and a job in Penrith which is 18 miles away. And then once living in Penrith, I would be able to make plans for us to move to Keswick. Because living locally made it a lot easier to find the illusive accommodation in Keswick, than trying to do it 200 miles away in Nottingham. I found a job in a pub, as a chef. I had taken various catering courses in Nottingham, which came in handy when I was looking for a job. I also managed to secure a small flat for us to live in. So with the job and the flat in place, we were able to move a few weeks later.

While we were waiting to move, I had a phone call from the landlady of the flat I was going to rent. It wasn’t available anymore, but she assured me she had another place that was suitable for us to move into. So I accepted it without seeing it. My brother drove us to Penrith with our belongings. When I got to see the flat that the landlady had assured me was a suitable place to bring up a child, it was anything but suitable. So I couldn’t take it. So now our plans were in chaos. I decided that Kieran and I would stay the weekend in Keswick, so I could think about what to do. I decided we had to return to Nottingham, we didn’t have anywhere to live. So the next morning we left the B&B that we had been staying in, and made our way to the bus station, to get the bus to Penrith, then the train back to Nottingham. As we were walking through the town, I noticed a small shop was open, selling newspapers and sweets. So I bought myself the local newspaper ‘The Keswick Reminder’, and some sweets for Kieran for the journey. As we were walking I flipped the paper over onto the back page, and there in black letters was ‘Room For Rent’. So I phoned the number, and explained my situation. And after viewing the room, a few hours later, we had somewhere to live. I said a silent ‘thank you’ to the universe for helping me and my son. I quickly found a job in Keswick, and so our life there had begun.

It wasn’t easy for both of us in the beginning. It was lonely and uncomfortable. We didn’t know anyone. But slowly as time went on we settled into life there. We both made friends, and we enjoyed the lovely walks and the wonderful nature, that this beautiful town had to offer. A few months after we moved to Keswick, I rented a lovely cottage in Portinscale, and went to work for a local hotel as a Pastry Chef.

I loved my job at the hotel, I really had a flair for breads, cakes, and desserts. I was still struggling with the anxiety and the confusion, but did my best to hide it. When I was on my own I would crumble. I knew there was something I needed to remember but I didn’t know what it was. Things were going really well for Kieran. A local neighbour had asked him if he wanted to help her with her dogs and small holding, where she had horses and pigs. And as it turned out he was a real natural around horses. And so at the age of 10, he decided he wanted to be a Vet.

Kieran

We lived in the cottage for a few years, then we were offered accommodation that was permanent. Kieran was excelling at school, and had started playing rugby, which he loved. We moved into our new flat, that was only a short walk away from Keswick town. So life was fairly settled. It still had it’s moments of loneliness, confusion and anxiety. But I was happy because my son was doing well, he was working towards his dream to become a vet, which I totally supported him in.

In 2004, I saw an advert for a job in a local shop called ‘The Rock Shop’. It sold crystals, fossils, books, gemstones, and jewellery. I applied for the job and got it. I didn’t realise the impact that this job was going to have on me. Nothing was going to be the same again. It was a very soothing place to work. I learnt about rocks and crystals, which I enjoyed. I got to chat a lot with the customers, it was a very friendly place. But something weird started to happen. Random people would come into the shop and tell me I was a Healer, I insisted I wasn’t. I didn’t even know what being a ‘Healer’ even meant. One day this beautiful woman came into the shop, I think she was Italian. She was just looking at me and smiling, and she said ‘You are Healer’, I said ‘No I am not’, she said ‘Yes you are, and it is time you accepted it’, and then she left the shop.

Over the next few months I read about what an Energy Healer was, and I was adamant I wasn’t one, and if I was I didn’t want anything to do with it. By now it was early 2005, and I had an uneasy feeling that my Dad was going to die. I don’t know why I felt that, I just had a knowing that this would be his last year on this earth. He was a very keen gardener, and I just had this feeling that I wanted to send him flower seeds, so he could plant them in his garden. So week after week I would send him a few packets of seeds. I went to visit him in June for a few weeks, and the garden was just over flowing in beautiful flowers, from the seeds I had sent him. My Mum said the garden had never looked so lovely, and that made me happy. I was glad that I had acted on my intuition to send my Dad all those seeds. He died on New Years Eve 2005.

In early January 2006, I was at work, when this man and his wife came into the shop (Ron and Marilyn). He stood there looking at me, and I thought ‘Oh no not this again’. He told me ‘I was a Healer’, and he asked me to turn around so my back was facing him. He put his hand on the middle of my spine, but not touching my skin, and said ‘ Wow, you are a very strong Healer’, he called his wife over and said ‘ Marilyn, come and feel this’, and she said ‘Oh my gosh’. I talked with Ron and Marilyn for some time about being a Energy Healer, and about doing a Reiki 1 & 2 course. I promised them that I would take the courses. I still didn’t believe I was a Healer, but I thought I will do the Reiki 1 course, and nothing will happen, and I can then tell anyone who mentions that I am a Healer that they were wrong all along. How wrong I was, I was about to turn my whole life upside down, and I didn’t even know it ………….

My Dad and Kieran

Tree-spired Stones

‘When I trust the universe, a whole new world opens up’

My Painted Stones

I like to paint stones, mainly tree inspired, hence Tree-spired. I never really thought I was the creative type, I know I am an Energy Healer, but painting just wasn’t on my radar. I painted years ago with my son when he was small, but since then – nothing.

About 8 months or so ago, I suddenly had this desire to paint, it kept popping into my head. I dismissed it at first, but then I found myself checking out paint brushes and paint on Amazon, so I decided to buy some. So the desire to paint was getting stronger and stronger, but I had no idea what I was going to paint. The universe soon provided the answer.

I was out walking one morning in Keswick with my dog Gracie. I was walking over the suspension bridge on the way to Portinscale. I just happened to look down and at my feet was a painted stone that said ‘You Matter’. I was feeling a little down that morning, and to see the brightly painted stone lifted my mood, and the seed was firmly planted into my heart.

So I set about collecting stones from the local riverbed, and I started to paint. I now mainly paint trees and inspirational words. I leave the stones in beautiful places for others to find, in the hope that they brighten up their day and make them smile, like the stone did on the morning I was feeling down.

But something wonderful happened to me when I started to paint my stones. Suddenly I was filled with such peace and tranquillity, and I wasn’t expecting that. When I am painting I always feel present, I am not thinking about the past or the future, all I am thinking about is what I am painting in that moment. As I have said, I never thought I was a creative person, just goes to show, we all have hidden talents and gifts.

My Painted Stones

From the beginning – Part 2

‘I may not know where I am going, but I will know when I get there’

Me aged 8

After leaving school I had an appointment with the careers service. I remember the day very clearly. I opened the door to the career services waiting room, to find the room was packed with other people of a similar age, I was horrified that I had to go in there and wait till my name was called. I was so shy, and was so painfully aware of everyone’s energy. I scanned the room looking for a seat, after spotting one, I quickly sat down. I soon realised my mistake, I had sat next to a couple of girls, and they proceeded to make fun of me for the next 30 minutes or so until my name was called. At the time it was fashionable to wear long dangle type earrings, and I had decided to wear them that day, and the two girls had thought it was funny to make fun of them and me for wearing them, I was relieved when my name was finally called, and I decided I would never go back to that place again.

The careers lady, asked me ‘what I wanted to do for a job’, I said ‘ I like talking to people’. During my last year at school we had work experience, and I had gone to work in a local Travel Agents. The careers lady said the Travel Agents were looking for someone, so she rang them up, and they remembered me from my work experience with them, and they offered me a job, so the following Monday, I was employed. I enjoyed working at the Travel Agents, I got to talk all day, to customers who were in a happy mood because they were booking their annual holiday.

Although I was born in Ireland, I was brought up in Nottingham, UK. The Travel Agents was located in a place called Bulwell, it was a lively place, and it had a local market three times a week. There were three of us that worked in the Travel Agents, the Manager, a Booking Clerk, and me the Junior Booking Clerk. It was a really fun place to work. The Managers Father, would bring us cream cakes every Friday, which was lovely. Because I was young and naive, I always got practical jokes played on me. Once I was sent to the local hardware shop for some ‘sky hooks’, and off I went, feeling all confident and asked the shopkeeper for the ‘sky hooks’, he burst out laughing, along with the other staff, but I still didn’t get what the joke was. I went back to work, confused, until I saw the faces of my co workers, they were laughing, and it suddenly dawned on me, what they had done, and I just cracked up laughing too.

I had various office jobs up until the age of 20. Then I left Nottingham and went to London to work as a nanny. It was an exciting job, with a lovely family. They had two children, a girl, and a boy, and I really enjoyed my time looking after them. On my first day at work, when the children were at school, there was a knock at the door. I open the door to a very tall, dark, and handsome man, he said ‘He was Bob the Builder’, and proceeded to walk straight past me into the house. I thought ‘Gosh, what an arrogant man’, I didn’t like him at first, but he came to the house everyday over the course of a week or so, to do building work on the house, and everyday I would make him tea, and we would talk. Then he asked me if I would like to go out with him and his friends one evening. So he came to pick me up, and his friends were waiting outside in the car. Bob gets into the car, and there is no room for me, so I have to sit on his lap, I later found out that he orchestrated the not being enough room for me in the car, so I would’ have to’ sit on his lap.

We moved in together after a few months, we were both 20, young and inexperienced, we got on very well, and we did make each other laugh a lot. I was really starting to struggle with life, I felt so confused, I felt so different from everyone else, I wanted to be like everyone else and I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t. I spent so much time walking around London, miles and miles. I would sit outside cafes watching people, trying to work it out, trying to remember, I was in a desperate place, but I hid what I was going through from everyone. When I was helping someone, or talking to them, I always felt happy, that part of my life made sense. I was really missing Nottingham, so Bob and I moved to Nottingham, and a year later our son Kieran was born. Within three months of Kieran’s birth, Bob had left and I was now a single parent, and we never saw him again. I was 24, I had a new baby, a dog called Benson, and a cat called Squegy, I wasn’t about to fall apart, I made a conscious decision to be the best mother I could, and do the best for my son. We were a lovely small family, and we had each other. I was very blessed, because Kieran turned out to be a lovely happy child, and we had a really lovely Mother and Son relationship.

As the years rolled on, I realised that I was a woman that very much listened to my intuition, my inner voice, I was able to read people, I knew if they were lying, and I knew things, I had an inner knowing about things and people. I would have very vivid dreams about life, truth dreams, and I still do to this day. One day when Kieran was about one years old, he was in his pushchair, and we were walking past the local secondary school, and I was looking at the children in their school uniforms, thinking that would be Kieran one day, when I heard a very clear voice that said in my mind ‘ You will not send him to that school, you have to make sure you get him educated, because he is a very clever child’, I wasn’t afraid, and I knew what I was being told was the truth. I always believed there was a spirit world, I didn’t know where that belief came from, I just knew it was true.

I never forgot what that voice said to me that day. As Kieran got older, it was very apparent that he was a very intelligent boy, and I knew despite the fact that we didn’t have much money, I would do everything I could for him to make sure he got an education. I knew some of the choices I would make over the coming years would not be popular, but they were decisions that were heart based, and were made using my intuition and my inner knowing. It was first time in my life that I really trusted myself, but I believed in the guidance I was given, and I never faulted in believing in that guidance. As I have reflected on that moment many times over my life, I see that moment, when I heard that voice, as a pivotal point in my life to remembering who I was, and why I came to this world. And I would hear that voice again, many times when important decisions were to be made.

About four years after hearing the voice, I went on a walking holiday to the Lake District. It was a guided walking holiday for a week, six days were walking days, and one rest day. On the rest day, I got dropped off for the day in a town called Keswick. Such a lovely town, with a lovely energy. I wondered around, exploring, and chatting to people. I found my way to this beautiful park, called Hope Park, and there I sat on a bench, just relaxing and taking in my surroundings. As I was relaxing, and enjoying the sun on my face, I heard the voice again, ‘This is the place to bring up your son, you must move here’. I didn’t know anything about Keswick, but as I sat on that bench, I knew this was the place, and I again trusted the guidance I was given. When I returned home from my walking holiday, I told Kieran about Keswick, and told him that one day we would move there. Over the coming years Kieran and I had many trips to Keswick. I gathered as much information as I could about the town, and I was really happy to find out that the town had an excellent Secondary School. So with that in mind, the plan was that Kieran and I would move to Keswick before Kieran started Secondary School, and that is exactly what we did. On September 26th 1999, we moved to Keswick. I didn’t know the profound affect that move would have on my life and on Kieran’s life. I would at last remember why I was here, and Kieran at age 10 would make a decision about his life that would confirm why the voice told me to move to Keswick with him……………..

Walking in Keswick

From the beginning – Part 1

‘In a world full of confusion, let the universe guide you’

Me at age 4

I was born into this world 54 years ago, and from the beginning life wasn’t going to be straight forward. I was born in Limerick, Ireland, in the mid sixties, at 3 months old I got very ill with meningitis, and should have died but somehow I didn’t, I recovered with no lasting complications.

I remember being aware of the world from the age of 4, I was a talker, I just loved to chat to people. Apparently I would take myself off for a walk on my own, let myself out of the house and go around to the local shops, my mother would realise I wasn’t in the house, and would have to go looking for me, she would find me in the local butchers or some other such shop, and there I would be, totally oblivious to the trouble and anguish I was causing her. I would be chatting and laughing, I was a communicator, who just wanted to communicate with everyone.

As an extremely sensitive child, I always wanted everyone to be happy, I knew that love was all that mattered, I loved animals and nature, I had my first pet at 4 years old, a guinea pig called Snowy. I had taken myself off on one of my walks, and ended up in the local hardware shop, they were selling guinea pigs, so I picked one and told the shopkeeper I would be back for him later (Snowy) with my Dad. So off home I went, and asked my Dad if I could have the guinea pig. he said ‘yes’, and off we went and brought Snowy home. I think it is fair to say I was a very determined and stubborn child, I was very aware of myself and I knew what I wanted.

Being so sensitive I would feel everything, I would look at my surroundings and be confused, something wasn’t right, I didn’t feel I belonged, I didn’t fit in. As a child I spent so much time just walking by myself, trying to work it out, I didn’t know what I was trying to work out, just that I was trying to make sense of it all, when none of it made sense to me. I spent long periods of time on my own, just thinking, and being with my guinea pig Snowy, I poured my love into him, he made sense to me, he was always happy to see me, probably because he knew I had carrots for him, and I would scratch him under his chin, which he loved.

In my garden there was a swing that my Dad had made, and I would spend hours swinging on it looking up at the sky, being amazed at the wonder of it. We had a shed at the bottom of the garden, which housed my pets, which now consisted of Snowy and two pet rabbits. I was very blessed that I was able to have so many pets to love from an early age, they taught me so many lessons about love, kindness and compassion. I also didn’t realise it then, but they were teaching me about being a healer, and a nurturer.

As I got older and went to school, I had no idea, what I was, what I was here to do. Life at times was lonely, confusing and painful, I felt I didn’t belong anywhere, I didn’t fit in, I was an outsider, and I didn’t know why. I found it very difficult to relate to people my own age, I saw and felt life very differently than they did. I was still this chatty young girl, and would spend some of my time talking with others, but it was painfully obvious that most people didn’t understand me, so I would spend vast amounts of time on my own, walking, reading, looking after my pets or staring out of the window daydreaming. I actually came to love those times being alone, just me and my thoughts, always thinking about stuff, trying to work it out.

I was in secondary school when I became aware that I found it extremely difficult to be around large numbers of people. We would have big school assemblies about once or twice a week, where every class would assemble in the school hall, which also doubled as the dining hall. I would be riddled with anxiety at the prospect of having to go into that hall with all those other students. Of course at the time I didn’t realise that what I was experiencing was everyone’s energy. I was an Empath and I was simply absorbing all that energy. I remember the first day that I had to go to the dining hall for lunch. At the entrance of the dining hall were steps that led down into the hall, I stood at the top of them looking down into the dining hall at all the students, it was place of noisy activity, lots of chatter and plate banging. I was rooted to the spot and couldn’t move, I knew I couldn’t go in there everyday for lunch, so I decided that from now on I would go home for lunch.

My house was a fifteen minute walk away from the school, so at lunchtime I would walk home, have some lunch and a cup of tea, then walk back to school in time for afternoon lessons. Being able to go home for lunch became my saviour, I relished those times, I felt free, I was alone with just me and my thoughts. As soon as the lunchtime bell rang, I would feel this rush of excitement to get outside and into the fresh air and away from everyone and the noise. In many ways I was a bit of a contradiction, because on the one hand I was a great communicator always chatting and laughing, but on the other hand I needed to be alone, I was a loner, a free spirit, and I was different. I had friends at school, but I wasn’t attached to any one group or person, I was friends with everyone, but such was my need to be alone, my friendships were very much surface level.

I have very fond memories of school, but I wasn’t interested in exams and such, I enjoyed the lessons especially if they involved class discussions. I spent a lot of my time in class looking out of the window and daydreaming, always looking at the clock on the wall, counting down to lunchtime or home time, when I knew I would be free and I would be able to get outside into the fresh air. I wasn’t a conformist, I was a freethinking, free spirited girl. I always questioned why I was at school, what was the point of me being there everyday, was any of the stuff they were teaching me useful, I had no intention of staying on at school, so I left at 16, after taking my exams, well I took most of them, my last two exams to be sat were in Commerce, but on the afternoon of the exams I was sat in my friends house drinking tea and eating biscuits. I so grateful to be finally free at last, but what I was to do with my life post 16 I had no idea………….